Shulot strode out of the papermaking place, leaving behind a small but majestic figure in the eyes of the craftsmen with fear and admiration. After turning the corner and walking for a while, he stopped, his heart agitated.
After pausing for a moment, the young man calmly raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun was scorching, the sun was bright, and several obvious lines of blue smoke rose under the eastern sky. After the warriors arrived, he went straight there.
Charcoal and brick burning require more raw materials and cover a large area, so they are arranged to the east of the outskirts of the Shenqi Temple, close to convenient waterways. This area is on the outskirts of the city and has beautiful scenery. There used to be many Texcocos.
The nobles' mansions are filled with green willow gardens, flowing water and green pine trees.
However, after the Blood Sacrifice, the big nobles of Texcoco went to the Kingdom of God, and the small nobles were imprisoned and trained, and the land within a few miles was requisitioned by the gods. Now, part of the noble residence has been converted into a research center, and the remaining
The lower part was used as a samurai station and a craftsman community. As for the thousands of local civilians, only a few could move away. Most of them came under the jurisdiction of the nearby Shenqi and were incorporated into military households and used as laborers.
In a classical military society, everything was military first, and administration was often rough, powerful, and direct and effective.
According to Shulot's plan, all craftsmen involved in important projects will be moved here, relying on the divided waterways to form a new closed community. In the community, households will be organized, and warriors will be stationed to complete the personal control of the craftsmen.
At the same time, parishes were set up and priests were dispatched to strengthen the ideological guidance of the craftsmen. Outside the community, sentries were set up and sealed tightly to prohibit the approach of unrelated people.
His idea came from the Venetian island of Murano: isolate senior production craftsmen, control the formulas of glass and mirrors, promote research and development incentives, and minimize technology leakage. Of course, at this time, it was still a long time before the birth of the first Venetian mirror.
There are twenty-four years. And the secret of wealth in the Venetian Mirror will last for one hundred and fifty years.
The group of people walked hurriedly and vigorously, passing through the houses and waterways, and arrived at the lakeside after a while.
Hulot raised his head and looked around. Not far away, there was the light on Lake Texcoco. The continuous fleet of ships continued day and night, the sailors on the oars were sweating like rain, and the warriors on board were wearing swords and swords. They headed north.
They transported food and supplies from camp to camp, and then returned south to the capital to transport tribute from each state. They went back and forth for a month, alternating with each other, extending the roots of the empire as far away as the river could reach.
The young man stopped for a moment, looking north at the vast expanse, his thoughts flying far away.
"The city was besieged in October and January is over. The elders have repeatedly postponed the New Year sacrifices. Are they waiting for news from the north? Reform ultimately requires the sacrifice of lives, both ours and those of the enemy.
And the new year's tribute has begun. Do the vassals in the north and south dare to refuse the tribute? The Mexican war has never stopped, and the Mexican war is about to begin... What will be brought about by divine revelation will be
An unparalleled war to end all wars!..."
Shulot looked ahead quietly. Not far away, farmers were rowing boats, dragging rafts floating in the water, loaded with fine clay, from the lake shore into the waterway. Then, under the supervision of the warriors, they
Unload wood and clay into the newly built military craftsman area.
Next, the wood is dried and split into firewood, which is used as a raw material for making charcoal. After the clay is accumulated, the mud is smelted to make the mud for burning bricks. The drying of the wood and the accumulation of clay are time-consuming, usually taking several months. At this time, it is used
All the raw materials come from inventory. However, chopping firewood, making mud, and making billets are extremely labor-intensive.
As far as the young man could see, hundreds of people were busy with their heads bowed and using simple stone tools by the empty river bank. The crackling of wood splitting and the scraping of billet making could be heard in the distance.
Dozens of garrisoned warriors were scattered in the center and periphery. They fought each other in groups with edgeless sticks for fun. There were scattered belongings on the ground on both sides of the fight, and the surrounding warriors were on the ground.
The onlookers were watching attentively, probably gambling. A little further away, there were a few middle-aged warriors scattered around, half leaning against the shadow of the big tree, resting with squinted eyes.
This place is far away from the strict shrine, and the guards are some worthless wood and soil. The warriors are obviously lax in discipline and relaxed.
Shulot's brows wrinkled slightly, then relaxed.
It doesn’t matter here for the time being. It’s not easy to criticize direct samurai who have served loyally to death. Although gambling has been banned by religious law, it has not yet been promoted. Gambling in the military has always been difficult to ban. As long as the scale is not too large and affects the combat effectiveness of the army,
It's barely acceptable.
This form of martial arts competition can help improve the combat effectiveness of samurai and consume excess energy, so it is worthy of promotion. As for the improvement of military discipline, we must wait until before the war.
In an instant, the young man's thoughts were spinning. Then, he raised his head slightly, stared at the green smoke in front of him, and the mounds of firewood and charcoal under the green smoke, and waited calmly.
A slight but sharp eagle cry echoed from under the tree, and the warriors stationed on guard were like frightened big cats, jumping up at the sound. They looked around vigilantly, and when they saw the elite guard warriors, they reacted quickly
Come over. The game warriors kicked the belongings on the ground into the mounds and grass with a few precise kicks, showing their extraordinary ability in ball games. Then they trotted together and stood in a strict posture. The middle-aged man under the tree
The samurai also straightened his back and stood on alert.
Seeing the reactions of the warriors, Shulot nodded slightly. The young man's eyes shifted and he saw a middle-aged warrior walking steadily from under the tree. His eyes were like copper bells, his cheekbones were high, and his body was strong.
He looked quite fierce, but his face was full of a familiar smile.
Seeing the old warrior's friendly smile, Shulot also smiled slightly.
This place is quite important in his future plans, so it is natural to leave it to the trustworthy old man of the Holy City, the civilian warrior Etalik. Speaking of which, the old warrior Etalik, the grandfather guard Hervé and the salt steward Esco all came from the same place.
This clan has also served as the guards of the Butterfly Palace and has followed the royal family of the Holy City for several generations.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As the Holy City grows, these private warriors like retainers are promoted one after another. They hold important middle-level positions in various places, and are responsible for the expansion of the Holy City.
Influence has also become a natural faction in the alliance's new military and political group. The branch of the royal family where Shulot belongs relies on the power of these loyal direct descendants to grasp the actual central power and establish a solid foothold in the capital.
The reason for the vague opposition between the young man and Avitt lies not only in the supreme power, but also in the two different royal factions. The two royal families have their own roots and are connected by blood, but there are conflicts in power.
Driven by the power of different factions, it is difficult for them to cooperate with each other and fully trust each other like Montezuma I and the elders. In the distant future, only the two royal families merge into one, can they run into each other again and reconstruct the
The balance of power!
At present, only by relying on his direct retainers, Shulot can realize his own will instead of executing the king's will. These retainers and warriors come from the inheritance of several generations. They are a solid and united human heart, and they are also the accumulation that reckless heroes lack most.
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After a while, Etalik walked up to the young man with a smile. He knelt down on one knee to salute and whispered a respectful blessing.
"Your Highness, I pray for you. May the Tengu protect the sun and let it rise into the sky."
Hearing this, Bertard's eyes lit up, he looked at the old warrior carefully, smiled kindly at him, and he returned the favor knowingly.
Shulot thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly helplessly. He meant to give a few reminders.
"Etalik, if you are stationed outside, it is better to be cautious."
Etalik smiled knowingly and said.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, the warriors may seem relaxed, but in fact they are very vigilant. Someone is always paying attention to the key positions. There will be no problem with these craftsmen!"
Hearing this, Shulot once again observed the middle-aged warriors under the tree, seeing their open eyes, the spears they carried on their backs, and the positions they controlled... The young man nodded slowly.
The two chatted for a few words again, and Etalik respectfully led the way. He pinched his lower lip, and the eagle chirped again, and the warriors scattered on guard. The old warrior led His Highness towards the smoke-filled charcoal pile.
.There, the craftsmen, with their faces covered in gray and gray, were waiting with great gifts.
