Chapter 246: Quartet Situation, Intelligence and Diplomacy
The rain in July lingers on the boundless fields, and the scorching sun sheds the light of life from time to time. The green seedlings are lush, the fruit trees are lush, and the land in the lake area is full of life. And when the pumpkin seedlings take shape, more rain comes.
, covering the sky. The heavy rain turned into streams and converged into a wider lake, making Lake Patzcuaro even more magnificent.
"This is the rainy season in August, dancing rapidly to the beat of drums and swallowing up mountains and rivers."
Shulot stood on the top floor of the Palace of Winds, looking at the lake in the north. During the peak of the rainy season, the water level of the lake rose significantly, submerging the entire surrounding circle. The gleaming water was boundless, and looking from a distance at this time,
It was quite majestic and heroic. The young king looked at it for a moment and suddenly frowned.
"Lake Patzcuaro can actually expand so much during the rainy season! Although a lot of fertile soil along the river has been vacated, it is still submerged to the edge of the farmland. This is just an ordinary year. If there is a flood, the area that will be submerged may be...
.No wonder the villages around the lake are built on high ground...So, what needs to be done is to encircle the lake and control the water!...Lake Patzcuaro needs to be tamed, just like Lake Texcoco, which is divided and surrounded by countless dykes.
Completely tame it!"
Shulot thought silently, with fierce pride reverberating in his chest. Sometimes the pride of a king is similar to that of ordinary people, and sometimes it is very different. This difference is the added confidence and heroism to reshape mountains and rivers!
The long wind shook the wind chimes, and the crisp sound of the bells covered up the sound of the rain. It was windy and rainy, so it was not suitable to travel. The young king watched quietly for a moment, put the new plan in his mind, and turned around to go to the main hall.
In the gorgeous hall, the guards have prepared breakfast. A piece of soft grilled corn tortilla, a small bowl of fresh grilled matsutake mushrooms, a piece of grilled fish with chili sauce, two pieces of smoked venison with honey, and a cup of sweet
of hot cocoa.
Shulot sat cross-legged at the table, eating a simple breakfast while reading the latest report.
The tense spring plowing has ended, and the feudal country is peaceful. The field army and the people are enjoying the rare peace and quiet in the wind and rain. Under the wind and rain, a large number of scouts have been sent out to collect information about the southern nobles and also to inquire.
The movements of surrounding ministries.
"The news of the fall of the Kingdom of Tarasco has spread far and wide. All the ministries in the four directions are shocked. In the southwest of the feudal kingdom, the noble chiefs of the Tecos people have sent envoys to express their willingness to surrender and pay tribute. The latest envoys also hope to redeem the lost people.
captured nobles and warriors."
Seeing this, Shulot pondered for a moment. Most of the samurai prisoners of war from the Tekos people in the south had been sent to the capital in the lake, and he only had some guides and tribal militiamen incorporated into the field army left in his hands.
"Since I have been an enemy of the Alliance, I must pay the price! Sooner or later, I will personally conquer the Colima Mountains... Well, at most, it is impossible to send back a few tribal nobles, warriors and militiamen with combat effectiveness.
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Shulot shook his head, and after giving brief instructions, he put the report aside. He continued reading to learn about the situation in the surrounding states, and also gave the diplomatic policy for the new feudal state.
"After the spring plowing, the allied Otopan city-states in the north of the country immediately sent congratulatory envoys to congratulate His Highness on his victory... and at the same time seek support for the ownership of the land on the north bank of the Leman River?... Tepopolo has already sent
The people demanded the land of the wooden fort on the north bank and threatened the alliance with a large army. The Otomi people stationed troops in the wooden fort on the north bank and were unwilling to hand it over..."
Seeing this, Shulot fell into deep thought.
The city-state of Otopan is the ancestral city of the Otomi people, and it has an extraordinary status in the hearts of the Otomi people. Under the influence of the old prairie dog Ort, the city-state’s legion commander Giowa has sworn to himself
Blood is an alliance, and we are willing to serve as vassals. The journey to the west was difficult, and the three thousand Otomi army tried their best. They first looted and lured the enemy, and then lost most of them when attacking the strong river mouth fortress. And the Otomi city-state
It was also a strong barrier in the north of the feudal country against the Chichimec descendants.
As for the Tepopolo fiefdom in the northeast of the Lake District fiefdom... although they have the same origin and participated in the Western Expedition together, they cannot be regarded as a force of their own line... There is no affiliation between the two parties, and there is even
With competition...
The young king pondered for a moment before looking at the warrior captain standing beside him.
"Bertard, General Giovar and I have sworn a blood alliance, and the glorious noble Tepopolo will fight alongside us... I really don't want the two sides to fight each other for the fiefdom. It's just that His Majesty has demarcated the scope of the fiefdom in the Lake District.
He told me personally, so I won’t be able to express my position directly on this matter.”
"Your Highness, you mean...the difference between closeness and distance?"
Bertard's face was calm, but his eyes flickered slightly.
"Well, Bertard, the alliance has its own laws, it just depends on the specific implementation... Otopan City made great contributions in the Western Expedition and has always been close to me. I will remain impartial... Tepopolo just said
He has been granted a title and his foundation is unstable. He has very little reliable power and has not established his prestige. It is absolutely impossible to send troops to the north within this year... The main force of the southern army has returned eastward and is currently on the southeastern border with Tlaxcala.
Human legions are at war. Your Majesty, looking at the world, will not put this small north coast wasteland in his heart... Samurai Commander, send an envoy in a low-key manner and tell the old priest of Alter these facts one by one. He will know what to do.
Do it.”
The warrior commander nodded, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down what His Highness said.
Since Tepopolo arrived in the fiefdom, he moved his old tribe, held meetings with nobles, wooed warriors, and stepped up spring plowing. This series of actions shows that the honorable nobles who transferred to the fiefdom really want to make a difference. Akambalo State has experienced wars and a sparse population.
Even if you include the Glory family who transferred the title, there are less than 100,000 people, and there is no shortage of land for cultivation. This time, he made false threats and asked for the northern fiefdom. I am afraid that he wanted to establish a new position in the hearts of the local nobles.
The prestige of the king.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The young jaguar rules the surrounding mountains and forests. The land in the lake does not need another strong and greedy wolf."
Bertard's eyes became dark. Hulot didn't pay attention and just continued to read the report.
"In the northwest of the feudal country, Prince Feather of the Chapala Lake District led the warrior legion and defeated several powerful Guamar canine tribes in succession. Other tribes that were raging in the Lake District received the news, and most of them brought plundered property, food and food with them.
, began to retreat to Tekaikos State on the northern plateau. This large-scale invasion by the canine should end here."
"Congratulations to Your Highness on your glorious victory. You are like an eagle soaring in the sky, ruling the vast and magnificent mountains and rivers... The chiefs of the Guamar tribes sent people to ask the caravan if they were willing to purchase the captured Prepecha slaves?
The canine descendants are not interested in gold and silver, and only ask for food, wine, salt or weapons in exchange. An adult Dingkou can exchange for about three hundred catties of food, or one hundred catties of water and wine, or more than ten catties of salt, or two sets of weapons and cotton.
A, you can also use cocoa beans of equivalent value instead. Half price for young women, and children can be added as a supplement..."
"The caravan estimates that the number of captives from each tribe ranges from 10,000 to 20,000 to 20,000 to 30,000, mostly young men and women. Buying in large quantities can lower the price a lot. Please reply as soon as possible to those innocent Highnesses...
Life, like flowers in the summer rain, rustles and trembles, falling at any time and buried in the soil of the rainy season... Because except for the precious craftsmen and doctors, the canine descendants have limited food and will not keep too many prisoners who consume food.
...The caravan has used the goods in hand to purchase a batch of slaves in advance. As long as they follow the Leman River, they can be transported back to the feudal country in less than a week."
Shulot frowned again. He looked at the letter in his hand. Among the common graphic texts, there were also neat Chinese characters and even rhyming verses. The young king asked doubtfully.
"Who wrote this letter? It doesn't look like the style of the samurai."
Hearing this, Bertard smiled lightly, with a bit of fun in his expression.
"Your Highness, you have forgotten. The director of the northern caravan is Páramo. He has been blowing sand on the northern plateau for a year, and it is said that he has also seen white snow. In the letters and newspapers sent back every month, there are always
There will be some poetry mixed in.”
"Ah ha ha."
Shulot thought about it briefly and couldn't help laughing. Shortly after the start of the Western Expedition, the Divine Blessing Legion arrived. He sent Baramo, the poet commander of the legion, to the north to take full charge of the caravans and scouts.
There are many considerations in this. To do business among the barbarians, first of all, you must have excellent martial arts and extraordinary courage. Secondly, you must be flexible, articulate, and good at communicating with others. Some culture is better. Finally, you must take advantage of the wind and sand in the north.
The cold wave further tempers the temper of the poet-commander.
"How is Paramo doing in the north? Judging from this letter, he seems to be quite free-spirited."
Shulot asked with a smile.
"Paramo is a very good caravan manager. He is eloquent, has good martial arts skills, and has learned some new songs and dances. He is very popular on the northern plateau. Well, he also maintains an excellent relationship with many noble chiefs' wives.
The relationship between them. The customs on the plateau are different from those in the alliance. The tribesmen of dog origin often don’t know who their father is... Many times, it is the noble woman who has the final say... Although Paramo is a bit harder, he is also enjoying the hardships.
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When Bertard said this, the two of them laughed together. After a while, the young king stopped smiling and said seriously.
"The feudal country lacks young people. The proposal to purchase prisoners is feasible. All young men, women and children are required! Among the various supplies purchased, salt is used first, then wine, then coarse grains, and finally the weapons that were damaged during the Western Expedition.
Equipment. Let Paramo lower the price, and try to rely on the Leman River to trade. I will ask Anatri's navy to transport it. In addition, add a group of priests to the northern caravan to bring the glory of the Lord God as soon as possible.
Spread it!"
The warrior commander quickly recorded it, and then saluted Shulot.
"Your Highness has mercy!"
Xiuluo nodded. After the war, when the country was first established, the population of the feudal country was more scarce than materials, and all methods needed to be used to fill it. As for the future arrangements of the poet commander... Some new ideas emerged in his mind, and he quickly suppressed them.
Deep in his heart... the young king continued to look at the movements in all directions.
"In the south of the feudal country, the Trapanic Tribal Alliance sent envoys. They expressed their surrender to the alliance and were willing to pay tribute to the southern rainforest specialties, trade feathers, spices, gems and salt. They requested His Majesty to continue to negotiate with the Tower.
The copper trade of the Kingdom of Lascaux, and the same desire for obsidian, which is roughly monopolized by the Alliance."
After reading this, Shulot shook his head.
The Trapanic tribes formed a loose alliance and are located in the south of the Huetamo Mountains. They are scattered between the east-west mountains and the sea in the west, and live in the rain forests and coastal plains of the lowlands. The population of the Trapanic tribe is very large.
There are not many arable lands, but they are good at commerce and trade, and most of them are engaged in resale trade. To the east is the Mixtec and Zapotec alliance.
"No! The alliance prohibits luxury goods. Bronze and obsidian are strategic materials and are centrally controlled by the kingdom. Lords or merchants are not allowed to sell them outside..."
Xuelote mercilessly instructed that the formal vassalage of the Trapanic people would not be beneficial to the alliance. They are located far away and live in lowland rainforests with complex terrain. The land value is not great and it is difficult to be exploited.
Military threat to the alliance.
"...send a squad of warriors to ban Trapanic merchants and monitor the private trade of the southern nobles. If found, we only need to collect incriminating evidence and wait for a while."
The young king thought for a while and wrote down the specific handling method.
He used a jade seal to stamp a red seal on the document, then handed the document and the talisman to the warrior commander, leaving a concise record for himself. The warrior commander immediately summoned several personal guards, selected the person in charge, and then
The document and the talisman were delivered. Then, the responsible bodyguard collected the document and immediately took the talisman to mobilize troops in the camp to directly carry out His Highness's will.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although the implementation process of this series of policies is a bit rough, it is simple and efficient, and only the orders of the authority are followed.
As Shulot's authority increases, a lot of information and power at home and abroad are completely gathered to him. Generally speaking, he is the reviewer of information and the highest decision-maker; the generals and cronies around him,
It is the decision-making circle that participates in political affairs; the trained personal guards, heads of various departments, and army officers at all levels are the specific executors. And attached to the execution circle are thousands of craftsmen and tens of thousands of servants.
The Mexican Legion, as well as hundreds of thousands of community civilians who were effectively integrated.
This kind of governance system does not rely on a mature and systematic grammatical system, but on the authoritative control of the king himself. Compared with the mature civil service system of the Celestial Dynasty, the alliance's governance form is more similar to the nomadic tribes on the northern grasslands.
Khan" or "big chief" to decide important matters.
"In the southeast of the feudal kingdom, the Mixtecs sent envoys to congratulate the pilgrims, offering dyes, gold, silver, gems, pearls and maidens. Your Highness, they are seeking trade with the newborn kingdom, and they also hope to form an alliance with you.
A closer cooperative relationship. At the same time, the supervisory scouts discovered that they were also constantly inquiring about the details of the Western Expedition, and were very interested in the newly emerged weapons of the gods... In addition, according to uncertain news from distant merchants, the tower
Prince Cuius, the southern commander of the Kingdom of Lascaux, may have fled along the Tarsus River to Mixtec..."
"Exquisite craftsmen of precious metals, Cloud People, Mixtecs...Gunpowder Secrets...Kuiyus..."
Xiulote was lost in thought. The vassal state had nominally controlled the Apacingam state, and could go up the Tarsus River, pass through the surrendered Jontal tribe, and engage with the Mixtecs in the southeast on a large scale.
comminicate.
Unlike the Trapanic tribes, which were sparsely populated and politically loose, the Mixtec alliance had a rudimentary state with a population of about eight to nine million people. Under the pressure of the alliance, they advanced and retreated together with the Zapotecs. They
It has a prosperous population, has at least 20,000 warriors, occupies the rich southern land, produces many luxury goods, and has a large number of skilled craftsmen... Thinking of this, the young king picked up the pen again.
"Accept the Mixtec's request for trade, but restrict the transaction of strategic materials. Do not accept the Mixtec's request for intermarriage, and betroth the tribute girls to the soldiers of the Mexican Legion. Control the gunpowder craftsmen, and the gunpowder formula must be
Keep it strictly confidential. Clean the battlefield of the war again and strictly prohibit the leakage of new weapons! In addition, test the Mixtec envoys to see if they are willing to exchange the nobles of Tarasco for a batch of weapons and leather armor..."
After a pause, Shulot wrote again.
"If the Mixtecs are willing to sell slaves on a large scale, the Alliance is willing to sell sufficient amounts of copper, grain, salt and armaments."
The young king handed the document to the warrior captain, and then picked up the last letter on the table. He read the words on the letter carefully, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
"The Supreme King Avite led the Southern Legion and fought several battles with the Tlaxcalans in the state of Huaztepec in the southeast of the alliance. The Mexica Legion relied on the range advantage of the longbows and crossbows to suppress the Tlaxcalans.
They used people's bows and arrows and won two field battles! Including the militia, the Tlaxcala Army lost nearly 10,000 people and retreated to the east of the Vatzetepec State. It currently occupies several border forts and holds them firmly. Now it is
During the height of the rainy season, the fighting between the two sides has temporarily stopped, and they are facing each other across half the country..."
"Except for the two states that were invaded by the Tlaxcalans, the Union's spring plowing this year went smoothly. After applying mature fertilizers, the crops in the Texcoco Lake area are growing well, and this year's grain output should increase a lot.
..."
"The news of the victory of the Western Expedition reached the capital, and the high priest personally led a group of twelve priests to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony in front of the great temple to celebrate the victory of the Western Expedition! The elder personally came forward to offer sacrifices to the Supreme God and the
The ancestors of past dynasties. The sound of celebration in the capital is like the thunder in the rainy season, and the shouts are boiling all night long!
The names of the king and His Highness, like the great ancestor Montezuma, were prayed in unison by the warriors of the alliance during the sacrifice! Now, the people of the capital city in the lake are only waiting for the king to return victoriously and hold a grand victory ceremony.
Sacrifice! The victory sacrifice after the war is likely to be arranged on the New Year's celebration day... By then, it will be an unparalleled sacrifice, with the largest number of sacred gods' sacrifices!..."
Xiulote was slightly absent-minded, and the sleeping face of King Suangua appeared in his mind.
In the past three months, the alliance's search teams have successively arrested several fleeing princes of Tarasco. The king, royal family and many nobles of Tarasco have been handed over to Avitt's returning legion.
.Their fate is like a high pyre, which has been chosen by the flame of the Lord God, and is destined to turn into smoke drifting in the wind amidst the excited cheers of hundreds of thousands of people.
The young king's heart was as solid as stone. He just stared at it for a moment before looking at the last words.
"The high priest and the priests and elders have decided to establish the Archdiocese of Tarasco. His Royal Highness the Archpriest will be promoted to the youngest fifth-level patriarch, fully responsible for all affairs of the Archdiocese of Tarasco! At the same time, the capital priests will meet
A large team of priests was mobilized, led by the newly promoted fourth-level patriarch Ugos, who arrived in Lake Mickencho before the autumn harvest to assist in the affairs of the new diocese...
At the request of His Highness, the Divine Inspiration Institute in the capital will also dispatch a large number of senior craftsmen to rush to Qincongcan City to form a second Divine Inspiration Institute. His Highness entrusted the land in the lake. After discussion with the elders and the high priest, the capital's Divine Inspiration Institute
The Divine Apocalypse is now taken over by the priests and elders. The newly built second Divine Apocalypse is under the full responsibility of His Highness..."
"Well... the newly promoted fourth-level sect priest, the son of Elder Ugel... Ugos... the Archdiocese of Tarasco... the youngest fifth-level sect priest... a large group of supporting priests
...Build a new Divine Inspiration Institute...in exchange for the old Divine Inspiration Institute...Well, of course, I am short of capable manpower, so it is a good deal..."
Shulot stood up, pondered and paced. After a few simple lines of text, there was a series of political transactions and power games. Fortunately, his grandfather, as the high priest, was at the top of the central power, so the results of the transactions would be
Satisfactory.
Time passed gently with the sound of dripping rain as the king was thinking. After an unknown amount of time, a guard entered the hall. He knelt down respectfully and replied loudly, startling the contemplative king.
"Your Highness! At your invitation, the original epic master in the Palace of Winds and the knowledgeable elder of the Prepecha people, Sage Jatiri, has arrived. He is outside the palace, requesting an audience with the respected king!"
