The setting sun sets in the sky, reflecting a red light all over the sky. A sea of blood floats in the sky, attracting the dead people. The Hand Snake City falls into the red shadow, facing the fate of destruction.
Hei Lang sat cross-legged at the top of the city, looking at the enemy city in blood and fire, without any disturbance in his heart.
He was born into a family of civilian warriors from the Alliance. His grandfather died in battle in the north and his father died in battle in the south. During five years of community military school, senior warriors told them that to survive in battle, to be promoted in battle, and to die in battle, that is
The life of a Mexican warrior.
The meaning of a warrior's existence is to fight for gods, kings, priests, families, and glory. Therefore, he does not care about killing and is not afraid of being killed. Everything is just fate.
Tribal warriors in the wilderness don't care about killing even more. For them, death is as common as a meal or a bowl of water. It is difficult for people in later generations to understand that the average life span is only more than 20 years old, or even less.
How did people view death in that era? To put it simply, it was more Spring and Autumn than Spring and Autumn, and more Warring States than Warring States.
"Leader Black Wolf, two thousand Tekostins, have all been executed."
Dailu Masate smiled plainly and came over with a blood-stained bronze spear.
"This bronze weapon is really easy to use and very neat. It is not as dull as ordinary stone, nor is it as easy to wear as obsidian."
"Haha, bronze weapons are really good, much better than obsidian!"
Hei Lang nodded with satisfaction, holding the blood-stained bronze sword at his waist, but his words were inexplicably dull.
"Today's battle is like bronze fighting obsidian. It's not difficult at all."
"Tsk, tsk, they are just Tekos barbarians. All the elites have been drained, so what's the problem? The soldiers only lost dozens of people and wiped out a large tribe of ten thousand people. The southern barbarians are really weak!"
The stupid deer clicked its tongue twice, and its eyes shone again.
"However, the women of the southern barbarians are plump and supple, which makes people's hearts feel itchy!...That, oh, that, respected leader..."
"Okay! It's been a hard journey all the way, so I'll let you indulge a little tonight."
Hei Lang glanced at Da Lu and curled his lips. It would be impossible in this life to keep the stubborn Guakili barbarians in good discipline and fight honestly. Hei Lang didn't bother to care. He shouted sternly.
"Be sure to keep enough manpower on guard!"
"Yes, legion commander!"
Dailu hurriedly accepted the order and left immediately.
"Dalu, wait a moment. How many women and children are captured?"
Black Wolf thought for a while and asked.
"It must be at least six thousand!"
"A total of seven thousand! One thousand are women and children of the Palm family."
The red monkey Ozoma hurried over and was sure to reply. He was very tired, so he first interrogated the elder Tekos who managed the granary, and then went to the granary to count the grains.
"Witness the Lord God! The barbarians in the south are really rich! The food in the granary is enough to feed fifty thousand people for a year! They are not like the poor tribes in the wilderness..."
"So many people, so much food?!"
Hearing this, Hei Lang's expression changed. He thought for a while and asked again.
"How is the situation in the villages outside the city?"
"Tekos elders said that the winding Kan River is the umbilical cord of the Mother Goddess, nurturing the Tekos people along the river. Sixty-seven percent of the southwestern tribes have settled along the Kan River, and half of them are in the fertile Hand Snake Valley.
..Excluding the warriors taken away by Chief Chimali, there were originally 10,000 people left in Hand Snake City, and more than 20,000 tribesmen in the villages outside the city. However, most of the food in the villages outside the city had been confiscated and used
To supply the army of the great chieftain coming out of the mountain."
"There are 7,000 women and children in the city, more than 20,000 tribesmen outside the city, 50,000 people with food for a year, and we only have 3,000 soldiers! Next..."
Hei Lang was silent. His Highness's teachings came to his mind, and various ideas collided in his mind... After a while, a rough plan gradually took shape. Although it was a bit risky, it should satisfy His Highness.
"Captain Black Wolf, this place is too far away! We are two hundred and fifty miles away from Apachingan City, and five to six hundred miles away from Patzcuarocang City. Even if I run back, it will take me more than ten days. In addition,
Chimali's tribal army is blocking the mountain pass, and there is no way they can take away so many prisoners..."
Dai Lu scratched his head blankly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Kill! Just kill them all! After killing them once, not even two generations of southern barbarians will be able to recover!"
"No! Don't kill."
Hei Lang shook his head clearly. He didn't care about the lives of these people, he just cared about His Highness's reaction.
"Your Highness doesn't like killing, especially the killing of women and children. Besides, the army went south this time just for Dingkou. If he killed them all in one go, where would he get serfs for the military nobles?"
The red monkey was silent for a long time. After hearing what the black wolf said, he finally spoke with a smile.
"The commander of the legion is wise! Since we can't take away the prisoners and want to get them, there is only one way!"
"Ah? Red Monkey, what do you have in mind?"
Dailu was a little curious.
"Burn food!"
"Burning food?"
"Haha, good idea!"
Hei Lang looked happy, this idea coincided with his plan!
"Red Monkey, keep talking!"
"Yes, wise legion commander!"
The red monkey smiled confidently, his eyes shining.
"Almost all the food outside the city has been confiscated. Almost all of Qimali's military rations are here. We only take away the food that does not affect the operation, and then burn it all with a fire! Without this batch of food, Qimali will
No matter how quickly Lee returns to help, he will always be dead."
"It's the end of December now, and there are still five months before spring plowing, and ten months before autumn harvest. There are so many Tekos people who can't survive until then! They can't even get enough food to grow. Wait until next year's spring famine.
, if they don’t want to starve to death, they have no choice but to come out of the mountains and surrender to the Northern Kingdom!”
"Haha! Not bad! That's what we'll do!"
Black Wolf laughed with satisfaction and pride.
"However, if you want to do it, let's do it big! Deal with more than 100,000 people from the southwestern tribe at once!"
"Ah? Do something big?"
The red monkey's eyes flashed and he asked respectfully.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Dear Legion Commander, I wonder what we should do?"
"Haha! Your Highness often says that when things get tough, you must be bold. If you are bold, you will be able to eat to your heart's content!"
As he spoke, Black Wolf took out a map of the south drawn by the Kingdom of Tarasco. He reached out and drew southwest from Hand Snake City to the seaside.
"We start from Hand Snake City and continue to sweep two hundred miles southwest until we reach the endless lake!"
Then, he rowed eastward along the seashore until he reached the mouth of the Talsas River.
"After sweeping out the villages by the big lake, we will go east along the seaside plain and travel four to five hundred miles until we reach the Talsas River!"
"Nearly 90% of the southwestern tribes live along the nearly seven hundred miles! They were recruited by Chimali. Many warriors were far away from each other, loose and weak. They were the most delicious grass rats in the mouths of the wolves! The legions passed by without any need.
When we hunt down the enemy, we don’t care how many we kill. We just need to burn down all the Tecos villages and all the autumn harvest food!”
"Ah! Burn food for seven hundred miles!"
The sun sets, the night falls, and the bonfire rises and sways, blazing the warrior's heart. Hearing this, the red monkey and the stupid deer looked at each other, and a trembling excitement ran through the body, making people's hearts sway.
"Yes! After burning all the way, we got a group of small boats from near the mouth of the Talsas River, where the villages had just surrendered to the kingdom. Then, we rowed the small boats and headed back to the north of Atoyak Lake for three hundred miles.
Arriving at Kuramo City!"
After saying that, Hei Lang suddenly stood up, looked at the dark sky, and stared at the stars in the south. There was a star there, which was extremely bright in December. According to His Highness, that was his natal star: named Sirius.
The Lord kills!
"We have burned food for 700 miles! The more than 100,000 Tecos people along the way can no longer find life-saving food, so they have only one choice: either starve to death in the mountains, or go out and surrender!"
"Ah! The legion commander is wise!!"
The red monkey licked his lips, and the stupid deer grinned. The admiration and admiration sounded again, and dispersed into the night sky of Hand Snake City. Only this time, it was sincere and full of killing intent!
