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Chapter 240: Quartet, Population and Strength

The wind in June comes from the great lake in the east. It passes through the undulating plateau and flies two thousand miles to the basin of Patzcuaro. Humid water vapor begins to spread in the air, and the rainy season in the land of the lake is about to begin.

Arrive.

Shulot stood on the top floor of the Palace of Winds, looking at the surrounding mountains and fields. Conspicuous black smoke rose from the nearby fields, like ink painted in the sky, leaving floating marks. The young king looked deeply.

After a moment, he turned around leisurely.

"This year's fires seem to be more intense than in previous years."

"The fields are extremely desolate, with more grass and trees than in previous years, and the smoke from burning wasteland will naturally be thicker. But if you look closely at the amount of smoke, you will find that the land in the lake is already as desolate as a saltwater lake, and it needs patient treatment to restore it.

Thriving schools of fish are once again gathering.”

Avitt responded with a smile. He was wearing a breathable plain robe and was holding a wooden board in his hand to inspect. Soon, he handed the board to Xilot and smiled softly.

"I heard that the royal capital has fallen. Akanbaro state on the south bank of the Leman River and northeast of Qincongcan has sent people to surrender. This is their surrender document."

Shulot took the wooden board and looked at it carefully. He saw six long flags on it, with sixteen feathers on them. In the center were three little warriors and eight little militiamen. And underneath these pictures,

It depicts a kneeling villain, with his head lowered, kneeling to the adult in front of him. On the adult's head is a blue-green hummingbird helmet, with radiating sun rays on his body, and in his hand is the Lord God's iconic spear. Obviously,

This is the symbol of the Mexican Union.

"At this time, Akambalo State can still have 3,000 warriors and 8,000 militiamen?"

Shulot was a little surprised.

"Haha, this is just the last loud cooing of the turkey before it is caught."

Avitt smiled.

"Intelligence officers have found out that many minor nobles in Prepecha have also surrendered to me. As a result of your crusade, Akambalo State now has about 1,500 warriors and 5,000 to 6,000 militiamen. Most of the militiamen are

They were reinforcements sent from the Lake District to the northern fortress, but you went south too quickly, so they stayed there."

"Akanbarro's fortress is still strong, but the food and supplies are far from enough, and it has never been able to attack. Since the capital has fallen, the kingdom has been declared destroyed. Now that it is the spring plowing season that cannot be delayed, surrender has become inevitable.

..the difference lies only in the conditions of surrender.”

Having said this, Avitt pondered for a while. He kept the number of long flags unchanged, cut off half of the feathers, then raised his head and smiled.

"The six hereditary families will remain, but the number of big nobles will be halved, and the quotas will be negotiated by themselves. Let these families fight with each other for a while to increase their dissatisfaction. Then Tepopolo will entrust them with each other, so that Ah

Kambalo State is in our hands.”

Xiulote nodded. Then, he looked at the militia man on the wooden board, his eyes shining.

"Avit, since these militiamen are all sent from the Patzcuaro Lake area, then as a condition of surrender, Akambaro State should be returned!"

"Well, come back? The war is going on, and few nobles will be willing to hand over their young men. But Akambalo State is extremely short of food now. If you bring out a batch of food, and threaten me when I surrender, I can make them hand it over.

Half. As for the remaining half...that is Tepopolo's future fiefdom, you must leave some for him."

"Okay! Three thousand militiamen are not without some help. The small town of Patzcuaro in the southeast has surrendered to the legion. There is the military grain warehouse of the Kingdom of Tarasco. The food stored there can feed more than 100,000 people.

Year. I am not short of food now, I am just short of grain."

A smile appeared on Shulot's face.

"Oh? The small town of Patzcuaro... That should be the place where the Tarascos supply the southeastern defense line and the military rations of the Sitacuaro state are stored... If it's missing... Tarasco's southeastern army is already here

Sitacuaro surrendered to me. Apart from the thousands of wounded who were sacrificed, there are about 20,000 militiamen and 5,000 Tecos tribe warriors left. These people consume a lot of food, and thousands of warriors are needed to guard them. If you can

I can leave everything to support you and control it!"

Avitt reached out and patted Shulot on the shoulder. Then, a trace of indifference appeared on the king's face.

"If you don't want it, I will give it to the elders to use as consumables for building the temple and as sacrifices for the capital's celebrations."

"Twenty-five thousand surrender troops!"

Hearing this number, Shulot's throat moved slightly and he swallowed. He carefully calculated the military power in his hands, and then struggled for a long time.

"Leave 20,000 militiamen to me. After collective conversion and reorganization, we should be able to control them. As for the Tekos warriors...these tribal armies can only be intimidated by force. They cannot understand the language, are tough and difficult to govern, and are internally self-contained.

..I just want a few dozen guides in the Colima Mountains!”

"Then it's settled. I will send an envoy today, and you will prepare food supplies along the way."

During the conversation, the two of them decided the fate of tens of thousands of people. Avitt smiled faintly and looked at his students again, with a hint of examination on his face.

"Xulot, you have been counting the population these days. Now, how many troops, how many men, and how many people do you control?"

The young king thought for a while, then took out a book he carried with him from his lapel, opened it and read it in detail.

"I went all the way south from the north of the Leman River. In the battle of the lake and the siege of the fortress, I surrendered about 5,000 Tarasco troops; then I captured the Huayamo fortress, fought with the Chapala Army, and surrendered again.

Among the more than 5,000 people left, there were more than 2,000 Sky Family warriors and some

More than two thousand archers. This is a surrender army of ten thousand capable of fighting."

"Then the battle with the Royal Army of Tarasco was quite brutal. Most of the more than 3,000 prisoners were wounded. After sacrificing the more seriously wounded, only 2,000 were gathered. The capital was captured and nearly 15,000 surrendered.

Half of the troops are ordinary Tekos tribesmen. Including the towns in the lake area that surrendered, there are a total of 30,000 surrendered troops."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this point, Shulot sighed.

"These 30,000 surrendered troops can also be counted as the young men of the Prepecha people. In the fiefdom area I control, there are 60,000 civilians in Qincongcan City, of which 20,000 are young men. However, there are only ten men and women in the areas along the lake.

There are thousands of old and weak people. The north of Lake Patzcuaro is in ruins, and only the lake area to the west is slightly better. According to my estimate, there are about 100,000 people, about 10,000 people. The south of Lake Patzcuaro is better, and the main

Appachingam State is well-preserved, but it is estimated to have no more than 200,000 people and 40,000 strong men."

"Avit, I haven't had time to sort out the south. Although Apatchengan State has surrendered, most of it still maintains its autonomy...Rough calculation, you gave me such a large fiefdom, but there are less than five

One hundred thousand people, one hundred thousand strong men. But in my hands, there are only more than three hundred thousand people, sixty thousand strong men."

Hearing Shulot's complaint, Avitt burst into laughter. He touched the young king's head, and Shulot subconsciously wanted to dodge, but then stopped. Avitt shook the boy's hair, and then smiled again.

"Xulot, there are more than 300,000 people and 60,000 men, what else are you dissatisfied with? When the 20,000 surrendered militiamen arrive, you will have 80,000 men, most of whom have fought in battles.

A warrior! You will not meet any opponent in the west of this world!"

At this point, Avitt's eyes became profound. He still said with a smile.

"The intelligence officer has reported to me a long time ago. The Apachingan State, the fiefdom of Tepopolo, has a sparse population and is densely covered with mountains and forests, with only 70,000 to 80,000 people. The Sitacuaro State of Iskali has a difficult terrain.

The hills are undulating, and the population is only 60,000 or 70,000. As for the mountainous copper area south of the Alsace River, Wetamaubon... Although it is vast and has a population of more than 100,000, the mountain people have always been tough and difficult to control, and the terrain

Divided and broken, it is far inferior to what you have here!"

Listening to Avitt's description, Shulot quickly added the surrounding population in the map in his mind. Although these figures were only rough calculations, even barely estimated based on the number of warriors and the consumption of salt, they were

It is the most rare secret of this era. In the entire world, only the King of Mexica, who pays attention to intelligence and has many scouts, can know the situation of each country in detail.

After a while, Shulot sighed.

"Your Majesty, I am very satisfied with the current fiefdom... I am just a little emotional. The fiefdom you gave me is the most elite part of the Kingdom of Tarasco, the entire Patzcuaro Lake area. It was prosperous a few years ago.

At that time, even last year, there was still a population of one million here, with two to three hundred thousand adults. However, in just one year of war, the population was reduced by half, and the number of adults was reduced to six. If it continues for another two years...

The brutality of the Zhengguo War and the difficulty of the alliance's victory can be seen clearly from here!"

Hearing this, Avitt was startled. He put his hands behind his back, walked to the balcony, and looked at the vast world in the east. The smoking peak of Mount Sacred Mountain seemed far away, and the unbreakable mountain fortress of Sitacuaro emerged from his mind again.

"Yes, across hundreds of mountains, flying through hundreds of miles of forests, the golden eagle and the kestrel fought hard to the death... The alliance mobilized the whole country, attacked from the north and the south, and the warriors suffered heavy casualties, coupled with your breakthrough

, and then we won the victory of the Western Expedition!"

"In this year's campaign, the Southern Army lost nearly 15,000 warriors and more than 20,000 militiamen. Nearly 40,000 warriors were lost in the lake. It will take several years or even ten years of training to barely make up for it. The consumed amount

There are hundreds of thousands of catties of grain and grass, the capital's treasury is completely empty, and the squeeze on the vassals has reached its limit. Food supplies will also need to be accumulated for several more years!"

"The king's ambitions soar like an eagle, with his eyes on the whole world. Population and food cannot grow overnight. They can only let the years pass by, and the eagle grows old!"

Avitt looked at the falcons flying in the sky, took a long breath, and shook his head slightly.

Hearing this, Shulot was a little silent. He opened the bright red mark on the book he carried with him again, and sighed after a while.

"The casualties of the Northern Army were also heavy. Over the past year, I took advantage of the weapons and tried to surprise the enemy. I also killed 10,000 warriors, 7,000 militiamen, and many wounded in the field. I recruited from the north

We recruited many Otomi warriors and canine mercenaries and used them on the front line of the siege, thus minimizing the casualties of the Mexica warriors..."

"After this Western Expedition, the alliance lost a quarter of its military strength, and the royal family's direct forces suffered heavy losses. Within a few years, it was indeed impossible to raise more troops. And the Kingdom of Tarasco had been destroyed.

Once the alliance is eliminated, my next focus will be to integrate and assimilate the Prepecha people."

Hearing this, Avitt nodded. He turned sideways and looked at the murals in the Palace of Winds that had not yet been covered. Condors soared in the sky, accompanied by hummingbirds on both sides. On the ground, a group of people came from the northwest.

They came from the river, settled by the lake, built houses and towns, and the ethnic groups multiplied and grew stronger. On the east side of the mural, a sun was rising.

"The painting is good! The artist's skills are superb, not inferior to those of Capital City in the Lake."

King Avit smiled and praised, and then spoke quietly.

"Xulot, my child, you did a good job! The Chichimec descendants from the north have moved south in large numbers, and the Northern Tekos tribe is making trouble. The Chapala Lake area has suffered heavy losses, plus the battle losses from the Western Expedition.

, the recent civil strife will probably reduce Dingkou by half. I have received their messenger. The new Feather Prince intends to surrender to the alliance, and will soon send someone to present a map and pay tribute."

"Prince of Feathers Peng Guali? The one who fought against me twice? He sent people to offer pictures as tribute?"

Shulot thought of Marshal Feather who had turned into Rufeng, and was a little surprised.

"Yes, he can be considered a character! After the failed battle with the Northern Army, he successfully returned with the main force of the family, and also controlled the head of the Baiyin family. In just half a year, he purged the Sky family and married the legitimate daughter of the Baiyin family.

, and then unified the entire Lake Chapala area, calling himself a prince and claiming to be a descendant of the condor."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Speaking of the descendants of the Condor, Avitt laughed again.

"Now Pengguari has basically inherited the political legacy of the northwest of the Kingdom of Tarasco. He controls 300,000 people and 670,000 to 70,000 people. The core of his rule is in Tisapang State, which is 500 kilometers away from the capital of King Qin Congcan.

It is miles away, and even further away from the capital city in the lake. In a short period of time, the alliance has no will, let alone the manpower and material resources, to launch a large-scale expedition thousands of miles away, so it will accept his surrender."

Avitt's eyes shone like burning flames. He looked at Shulot, his expression becoming serious.

"Xulot, my student! The wolf-dogs of Tlaxcala are barking in the east. I won't stay here for long. I will return east in a few days. Let me say a few final words to you."

"After this Western Expedition, the Kingdom of Tarasco, with a population of more than 1.6 million, only has about 1.1 million people left. The bones of these 500,000 people are the price for letting the sun god rise!

No matter how many casualties there are, there is no need to worry about ethnic groups that are not in the hands of the Alliance. Civilians will always grow like weeds, and only the land and lakes are the foundation of everything!"

"You have to rest patiently for a few years, conquer the hearts of the people in the lake area, and train Prepecha to be strong. Then take control of Apatchingan in the south, and then attack Sacap State in the west, and the Chapala Lake area further west. And the southwest

, there are also a large number of Tecos tribes, and the Colima Mountains that you will never forget.”

"Xulot, after I return to the east, I will leave all the affairs in the west to you. From now on, whether the ministries will attack or appease depends on your own decision. I only want the stability of the west and not affect the Texcoco Lake area.

.After a few more years of saving up food and grass and cultivating a new group of warriors, it will be time to come and make a complete settlement with the Tlaxcala people!"

The long wind blew by, lifting the black hair of the kings, and revealing their ambitious black eyes. The wind chimes at the top of the Palace of Winds fluttered in the wind, making a crisp ringing sound. The melodious ringing fell into the hearts of the kings, outlining the

The smile on the corner of the mouth is like the approval of heaven and earth.


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