The fall of Jinwan City and the surrender of the Jinwan tribes and the Eastern Allied Forces marked the end of a long decisive battle. As the losers in the decisive battle, most of the Western Totonak tribes were defeated and surrendered, while the Eastern Totonak tribes suffered losses.
After losing most of the elite, they could no longer organize a powerful army. From then on, the kingdom's army's eastern expedition to the Totonac coast also entered a new stage of conquest!
The stubborn obstacle suddenly disappeared, and the kingdom's legion continued to march eastward. The black wolf Toltec couldn't wait, and personally led the vanguard legion of six thousand warriors in the captured war boat across the wide adobe river! He had received the new king
Order, take advantage of the great victory to conquer the two cities of Zhuowu and Coyote, which are more than a hundred miles away on the other side of the river.
The wolf howls of the canine warriors echoed in the jungle on the east bank of the river. The Totonac village along the coast surrendered to the scout team with almost no resistance. Three thousand canine warriors led the way, and a thousand artillery battalions
With two thousand Qinbo Ali surrendering the army and transporting heavy bronze cannons, they marched towards the Zhuowu City in the jungle with difficulty.
Among the vanguard legions, there are also a group of chieftains who have just converted and have the emblem of the Lord God engraved on their foreheads. The war boat is loaded with warriors and baggage, crossing the rapid river. The chieftain of Conehouse City, Yorjin, and the chieftain of Coyote City
Timberwolf Mayaquin, the two chiefs looked gloomy. Under the supervision of the dog-born warriors, they boarded the east bank of the Adobe River, the extremely familiar land of East Totonak. At this moment, they stood by the river and looked at each other.
The dark red sun hummingbird on its forehead looks a little miserable.
"Across the river...it's the land of East Totonak..."
Yorjin, the chief of Conewu City, pursed his lips and looked toward the green jungles and swamps in the east. He was familiar with this path, and walking a hundred miles eastward would be his tribe and city. During the fight with the Mexica people
During the period, he returned to the city-state twice, leading the warriors from Zhuowu City along this road to rescue Jinwan City. However, coming back this time was more difficult than ever before, and it could even be said to be betrayal...
"Linlang, are we going back like this? Bringing the Mexica legions and persuading the city-states to surrender?"
"Otherwise? Jorzin, do we have any other choice?"
The great chief of Coyote City, Timberwolf Mayaquin, raised his head, revealing a face that seemed to be crying and smiling. He had narrow eyes like a wolf, but did not have the fierce determination of a wolf. Therefore, after being captured by the Mexicans, he hesitated
Again and again, I thought about committing suicide several times, but in the end I surrendered to the Lord God and chose to surrender.
"Of course, you can also use the sacrificial obsidian dagger to anoint your own neck like the great chief of the grass mandala, Saint Tutlako!"
Hearing the name of Saint Tutrako and thinking of his heroic death, Chief Yorjin gritted his teeth and reached for the dagger at his waist... However, after a moment, he lowered his palm feebly and sighed.
tone.
"Hey! The Lord God forgives us! Since we didn't kill ourselves when we took the blood oath to convert... now, let alone... What's more, Trako's head finally became that of Chief Black Wolf.
collect..."
"Ha! Lord God forgives!"
Upon hearing Yorjin's prayer, Linlang Mayakun raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing at the other party, but also at himself. After a while, he shook his head, pointed at the tribal legion that was landing behind him, and whispered.
"Yorzin, in the face of hurricanes and thunder, there is no way to surrender. Look, what are those tribal surrender troops transporting?"
Hearing this, Chief Yorjin turned around and looked around, suddenly trembling in his heart. He saw more than a dozen golden copper beasts being slowly unloaded from the war boat and placed on a strange-style wheeled cart. Then, the brigade
The warriors and militiamen struggled to transport the golden copper beast eastward along the dirt road in the forest. At the end of this dirt road was Zhuowu City.
"The copper beast of the Mexica, the divine punishment of thunder!..."
Chief Yorjin murmured, lost his mind for a moment, and then sighed softly.
"With such a thunderous divine punishment, especially that stubby copper beast...the tribes cannot hold on in the city-state at all! The only way for the coastal tribes is to escape deep into the mountains and forests, and stay with the Mexica people in the woods.
Guerrilla!"
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"Exactly! Only by hiding in the deep forest can we withstand hurricanes and thunder... However, the cost of abandoning city-states and fields, the old and the weak, women and children, and guerrilla warfare is too high..."
Timberwolf Mayakun nodded and responded in a low voice. He looked around and saw that the canine warriors in his custody were guarding the outside. They were talking to the captain of the transport and could not care about it for the time being. In fact, the canine warriors came from the wasteland and did not listen at all.
I don't understand the dialect they deliberately use.
"Yorzin, let me ask you, are you sincerely surrendering to the Mexica people?"
"Well?"
Hearing this, Chief Yorjin was startled and showed some uneasiness on his face. He looked around and then looked at the expression of Timber Wolf Mayakun before he lowered his voice and answered.
"Timberwolf, before the Mexicans came, we were the masters of the city-state and the masters of this land! But now, we are just prisoners, domesticated dogs!..."
"Yes! Jorzin, the descendant of the Totonac people, how can he surrender to the descendants of the plateau so easily like a domestic dog? The priests of the Quetzalcoatl said that the Mexica people are not even the gods of the plateau.
They are just barbarians from Aztlan!"
"That's right! The warriors of the seaside tribes will not sincerely be loyal to the barbarians on the plateau! No matter how powerful they are, they do not possess the divinity of their ancestors... Only the respected blood of the sun and the giant snake can have the same
He is born with the qualification to rule the seaside land!..."
The two chiefs lowered their voices, restrained their excitement, and quickly exchanged opinions. Until the canine warriors had arrived, a red-haired hunter was impatient. He was holding a big bow and pointed at the two people by the river.
Walking up, Timber Wolf Ma Yakun lowered his head and quickly left his last words of advice.
"Jorzin, let's pretend to convert first, obey the Mexica people, preserve our clan as much as possible, and wait for the next opportunity!... The hurricane will eventually pass, and the thunder will dissipate. No matter how powerful the Mexica army is
, and it is absolutely impossible to stay in this thousand-mile jungle forever!..."
"Ah! You are right! Pretend to convert and wait for the opportunity...May the Lord God bless us!..."
"..."
As soon as the two of them finished speaking the last sentence, the red-haired hunter Mikui came to them with a big bow. He looked at the two chiefs who were bowing their heads with suspicion, then stretched out his hand and patted them unceremoniously.
He patted their cheeks. Then, he widened his eyes and asked in unskilled Mexican.
"Hey! What were you two talking about just now? The leader has ordered that you must not commit suicide before taking over the city!... If you dare to commit suicide, I will throw your two corpses away.
In the bottomless volcano and black spring, you will not be able to go to the Kingdom of God after you die!"
"Ah! These?... brutal Mexica people!..."
Hearing such a threat, both chiefs shuddered at the same time. According to the common legends of the plateau and seaside tribes, under the crater is a bottomless abyss, which is also a gathering place for monsters and demons. And in Tuo
Tonac Coast, the unique black spring of petroleum asphalt, is also a place where the soul can be corrupted in mythology.
This threat of soul corruption after death is even more terrifying to many seaside warriors and chiefs than a knife on their neck!
"Ha! The threats taught by the priests are indeed effective! ...However, as a strong warrior, he is afraid of soul corruption. What a strange seaside tribe!"
Seeing the performance of the two chiefs, the red-haired hunter Mikui raised the corners of his mouth with a smile on his face.
Sometimes, the canine descendants in the wasteland are also afraid of the threat after death. But it is not the corruption of the soul, but the fear of being eaten by others and unable to return to the divine earth... However, in the legend of the wasteland, there is no afterlife, after death
Even if you die. Returning to the earth is just your responsibility to the Mother Earth. If you really can't go back, there is nothing you can do.
"Let's go! Get on the road quickly! If you persuade that spire-house city to surrender earlier, the camp will have a few warm meals! There are so many samurai who surrendered, like tens of thousands of turkeys, you will soon kill all the soldiers in the army.
We’ve finished eating the tortillas. The leader is taking us deep into the jungle and we can’t wait for supplies later. If there is no food in the city-state, I will have no choice but to eat you two!..."
Amid the threats from the red-haired hunter, the two former chiefs staggered.
Embark on a familiar journey home. The familiar jungle is verdant, with fresh buds sprouting from the treetops. The spring breeze in March does not want to leave, and the spring scenery in April is already in front of you. After the spring plowing in May, it is a long journey
Rainy season. And at the height of the rainy season, nothing can be done.
"The Mexica army is eager to march..."
Chief Yorjin trudged in the jungle, and his staggering steps gradually became calmer. He was familiar with the thick tree roots in the jungle, and he was also familiar with the hollow pits in the swamp. He could still distinguish things while walking among the trees that blocked the sky and the sun.
Direction, you will not be confused by the green desert.
Therefore, after walking for three days, he had surpassed several groups of canine warriors and appeared at the forefront of the vanguard. In front of him, the jungle suddenly opened up, and a city-state on a hill appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The sharp point
The wooden houses and huts, the stubby wooden walls and stone walls, the familiar faces and figures... everything told him a fact that he must face.
Zhuowu City has arrived, and his tribe is in front. Next, there is the choice of fate. Death or life depends on his choice and the people in the city-state.
