The sky was vast and filled with clouds. Shulot and Avitt, wearing complicated robes, stood side by side on the top of the hill. Neither of them spoke, they just watched the sunset completely set and the night slowly fell. Although it was only for a moment.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but the two of them seemed to have become strangers all of a sudden.
There is no moon tonight, dark clouds have covered the sky.
"It is going to rain."
Shulot said calmly.
"Well, the road tomorrow is not going to be easy."
Avitt responded with a smile.
"Yesterday's battle was a great victory."
Shulot pondered for a while and asked softly.
"Tell me, how will the king reward you after you return?"
"There's no way to win a big victory against the Otomi."
Hearing this, Avitt chuckled and shook his head.
"Besides, the first victory in this battle was Kasar's decisive attack, and then Barda's support. I was just watching the battle from the top of the mountain."
Hearing this, Shulot was stunned and asked hesitantly.
"Avit, your perseverance is the most difficult task. Besides, aren't you prepared to achieve military success?"
Seeing the innocent expression of confusion on the young man's face, Avitt finally burst out laughing.
"Haha! Shulot, what's the use of military exploits?"
"Hmm...can I get a reward from the king? Get a higher position?"
Shulot thought for a while and asked tentatively.
"Oh! What do these mean to me?"
Avitt smiled and asked calmly.
There was silence between the two of them. Hulot was thinking silently and did not speak. Avitt is the king's younger brother, and not long ago he was in charge of the royal family's intelligence and security departments. Such a character seems to be involved in the struggle for succession.
Keep a low profile and bide your time.
After a while, Shulot asked softly.
"...So, Avitt, what makes sense?"
Avitt did not answer directly. He touched his chin and asked a question with a smile.
"Xulot, why are there more than a hundred warriors following you today?"
"They seem to be relatives of those who died in the war, and last night I presided over the funeral to collect the souls of the deceased."
Shulot's answer was cautious.
"Well, did you have any military exploits yesterday?"
"No..."
After a moment of hesitation, Shulot finally faced the truth.
Hearing this, Avitt nodded slightly and continued to ask.
"So, what is power?"
"What is power?"
Shulot chewed on this question and was silent. As a person with memories of the past, he did not believe in blood or divine power.
"Power...is a distinguished position?"
At this moment, Shulot thought of King Tisoke. There is no doubt that the king has power.
"ha!"
Avitt just smiled and said nothing.
"Um..."
Shulot racked his brains, thinking about memories from different eras. Suddenly, a sentence he had learned in a book flashed into his mind, and he blurted it out.
"Power comes from the people!"
Hearing this, Avitt was suddenly startled. He looked at Shulot intently for a while, and then nodded slowly.
"You are right, power comes from the human heart. You really have Su Hui."
Avitt looked at Shulot with some seriousness and asked again.
"So, what is the human heart?"
"An act that makes people respect you."
Shulot thought of this era, the daily rituals performed by his grandfather and the king, yesterday's funeral for the war dead, and the sacrifices in the name of the gods. Finally, he thought of Zong Zhou's "rituals and music."
"Behavior that brings benefits to people."
Shulot thought of the cheers of the warriors during yesterday's victory, the importance of productivity, and the power of wealth in memories.
"A long-lasting habit."
Shulot thought of the inertia of history, the long theocratic era in Mesoamerica, the Zhou Dynasty that extended to the Warring States Period, and the religion that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"anything else?"
There must be something else. Shulot thought about all the memories. The human heart, the human heart is rule, the legitimacy of rule, and the source of legitimacy. However, his past memories are somewhat blurry. Once upon a time, ideological and political education was the least important thing in the classroom.
Lesson, in this era, is a truly valuable dragon-slaying skill. I just regret that I didn’t study it properly back then...
Perhaps, time will tell him everything, and the practice of power will also remind him of the truths hidden in textbooks.
"I have no idea."
Shulot stopped struggling and looked at Avitt expectantly.
However, Avitt did not continue the conversation just now. Nor did he suddenly pick up a wooden stick, hit Xilot on the head, and ask: "Have you enlightened?".
He just looked at the night sky quietly, yearning silently.
Shulot also looked at the night sky. There were countless stars in the night sky. On the summer nights in Central America, in the bonfires of the Middle Ages, the Milky Way was so bright and the heaven and earth were so vast.
A thousand years of time is just a blink in the starry sky. Can the rise and fall of the human world really cause changes in the stars?
Shulot stared at the purple star in the north. It was located in the center of the northern sky. It was so bright and eye-catching, as if it had an innate majesty. As he thought about it, a word seemed to come to his ears.
"If you control the hearts of the people, you control the country!"
A gust of wind blew by, and a drizzle of rain fell down, wetting their feather crests.
"It's raining, let's go back."
Avitt turned around and walked towards the camp. He said nothing all night.
A few days passed quickly, and the rainy season in June began to become warm. The continuous rain made the forest more difficult to walk. There was an extra path in the forest, and the bodies of the fallen Otomi prisoners stretched all the way to Hilo.
Below Tepeque City. Soon, vegetation will cover the path, bringing with it the life that returns to the earth.
At the beginning, the Mexican warriors were still excited about victory. Later, their morale gradually weakened in the endless rain and mountains and forests. Fortunately, the road of hundreds of miles was not long. Soon, Hilo
Tepeque City is right in front of you.
If we want to attack Otopan later, this journey will be extended to more than half a month. Shulot frowned and thought, that would be a disaster, a natural disaster in the rainy season and in the mountains.
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There was a row of flag bearers holding various flags, followed by Jaguar military nobles who had made military exploits, and more than 2,500 Otomi prisoners who were being escorted.
After returning in triumph, Cassar's always calm face was filled with joy. Next to him, Barda was also wearing the formal eagle aristocratic costume, strutting and triumphant.
The team returning from victory escorted the prisoners and approached the west gate of Xilotepec. The warriors from all over the world who had been besieging the city for many days and had nothing to do also cheered and howled enthusiastically to welcome the victory.
Shulot finally saw the legions of the holy city of Teotihuacan. His burly father, with his majestic appearance, was bringing Orosh and a group of familiar warriors over to watch the fun.
After more than two months of separation, the father and son finally met each other. Shusok strode forward and pulled his son Shulot into his arms. The two seemed to have a thousand things to say, but they didn't know what to say at the same time.
How to speak.
However, Orosh came up, stretched out his hand vigorously, and patted Shulot on the shoulder happily.
"Hey! Shulot, I haven't seen you for a while, and you seem to have matured a lot!"
Seeing Orosh's casual behavior, Bertard, who had been following Hulot, frowned, stepped forward, and slightly protected Hulot's side. The two strong warriors with Jaguar strength looked at each other.
, then looked at each other, their eyes were shining, and their fighting spirit was burning like fire.
"ah!"
Xurot raised his brows and quickly introduced the two parties. After hearing that Orosh was the teacher who taught Xurot martial arts, Bertard took a step back and bowed slightly to Jaguar to apologize.
When they heard that Bertard was a follower of Shulot, Shusok and Orosh looked at each other with expressions of surprise.
Afterwards, the father and son couldn't wait to share their experiences with each other. But before they could talk for long, Shulot saw Avitt standing not far away, looking at the two of them with a smile.
Shulot looked solemn and introduced to his father.
"This is Avitsotl, the king's brother, my uncle and teacher, and best friend!"
Hearing these words, a trace of satisfaction appeared on Avitt's handsome face. Then, he looked at Shusok with a half-smile.
"Avitsotl...the king's brother..."
Shusoke's face was condensed. There was a trace of worry that could not be concealed on his resolute face. It was obvious that he had heard of Avitt.
The two greeted each other, prayed to the Lord God at the same time, and then greeted each other.
"Dear Captain Shusok, you really have given birth to a son who is born smart!"
Avitt smiled sincerely and praised.
"Where! Witness the Lord God! Shulot has always been stupid and not familiar with ordinary things. It is just a rumor that he is naturally intelligent. At best, he is only slightly good at numbers."
The burly Shusok lowered his head slightly and explained nervously.
"God bless you! The king is already waiting for the returning legions from victory. We have to leave first."
Avitt smiled again, made a gesture to Sherlot, then turned and left. Sherlot pursed his lips and had no choice but to follow.
Before leaving, his father shook his hand tightly and made a solemn lip speech.