There was a feast in the tent, and the bamboo flute was played. The fire shone in the eyes, and the fragrance spread on the tips of the noses. Everyone was full with food and drank half a hearty drink, and then it was time for dancing and singing.
According to the tradition of the alliance, after a great victory, the warriors would dance war dances, sing poems, and pray for the noble tribal leaders. Well, this custom is probably like the nobles of the Shang Dynasty holding soldiers and dancing the big bow dance.
Sacrifices are made into soup. Or it is like the emperor of Liao who held a fish feast during spring hunting and asked the female chiefs of various tribes to perform dances.
"Xiusoke, Stanley is not here, the generals in the tent should be led by you... Let's start with you!"
Avitt looked around at the generals, smiled faintly, and first called the deputy leader of the Eagle Nobles Chapter, his in-law Shusoke. Shusoke nodded respectfully and stood up. He was stout, his chin was folded twice, and he was smiling.
He seemed honest and honest, and did not look like a warrior at all. In fact, during this northern expedition, Shusok did not have military power, but was responsible for the logistics of the army and the transportation of food and supplies.
"...I fought in the south of the city, and I died in the north of the city!
The body was exposed in the wild, attracting crows to eat it.
I smiled to the crows and said, "Please mourn for the warriors!"
Dumb, dumb, dumb!...
Die in the wild, no need for burial,
If you die for God, your soul will go to the Kingdom of God.
And our bodies will be freely given to you!
Dumb, dumb, dumb!..."
Shusok raised his head slightly and looked toward the west of his hometown. He spread his arms like a dancing crow, sang desolate and sad poems, and also made a crow call of death, just like a poet.
This kind of intertwined intention of death and generosity is highly praised by the warriors of the alliance. After listening to it, all the generals were a little moved. It seems that although the deputy leader of the Eagle Chapter is not good at fighting, he is an excellent poet.
Avitt was a little surprised. He nodded, with appreciation on his face.
"Xiusoke, what is the name of this poem?"
"Ahem...this poem is called "Battle City South". I saw the warriors attacking the Feathered Serpent City, and corpses were raining down, and they were not even drowned, so I felt something in my heart and composed it yesterday!"
Shusok's face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he answered calmly. This confident and shameless look was indeed a bit like a poet.
"Well, not bad, not bad! Come and drink this cup!"
Avitt raised his glass and drank it down with his family.
"To the samurai who died in battle!"
"Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the warriors!"
All the generals raised their glasses together and drank heavily, creating a lively atmosphere.
Shusoke finished his drink, bowed his head and bowed, then returned to the table with a slumped belly. He looked melancholy, sighed slightly, and pondered in his heart.
"Hey. It's hard for me to establish myself as a warrior in the capital, so I have to do my best and become an outstanding poet... Well, the poems my son wrote when he was a child are all neatly collected, and there are many more that can be used...
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"Casar, next, it's your turn!"
Avitt sat cross-legged and looked at the deputy marshal of the Northern Route Army and commander Casal with a smile. In terms of the seniority of the generals in the account, Casal was actually the most senior. Unfortunately, he had been with the wrong king before and did not have a good son.
It took a long time.
"Yes, the High King!"
Kasar stood up respectfully and saluted the king first. Then, he squatted down slightly, used his hands and feet to dance an ancient warrior war dance, and sang an ancient sacrificial poem.
"...the holy Lord God shines upon the Godborn,
Those who are superior will follow their own path.
This road is full of fights and battles!
...the supreme king sits high on the throne of God,
Waving its frozen wings in the clouds,
Let the flames fall from the heights of the sky!
...He will make war, He will conquer peoples,
He brings down fire upon the earth, and rages in the dusty places!
...fire and thunder, war and death,
He is the descendant of the sun incarnate, the sacred King of Mexica!
..."
Hearing Cassar's poem, the expressions on the faces of the generals became subtle. This inherited poem was originally a hymn to the God of War and warriors, but now it has been revised and became a hymn for the king.
"Ha ha!"
Avitt laughed heartily and looked cheerful. He looked at Casal who was dancing hard and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, Casal, you are interested! Come and have a drink with me!"
"Thank you King for the wine!"
Kasar knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply. Then he took the drink and drank it carefully without letting any of the wine leak out. After the defeat of the previous king Tisok, he was imprisoned at home, lost all military power, and stayed
It took six years! It was not until this expedition that he finally gained the trust of King Avit and was able to revive.
The experiences of these six years were enough to smooth out all the edges and corners, turning a proud and arrogant divine commander into a cautious king's eagle dog.
"Well, 'Hua Diao' Chilto and 'Death Dog' Chichi Mickey! Come, let's dance for me together!"
Upon hearing the call, the young and strong "Huadiao" and "Dead Dog" stood up at the same time, clenched their fists on their chests, and saluted the king. In the Nahua language, "chiltototl" means "colorful bird of prey";
"chichimicqui" means "hound of death", well, dead dog.
Both of them are royal warriors who have been promoted over the years. They each command a royal regiment of 8,000 people. They are the king's real "eagle dogs"! Although they are both from minor nobles, in terms of their loyalty to the king,
Definitely the highest among the generals in the big account.
"Supreme King, we are willing to die for you! Roar!"
"Huadiao" and "Death Dog" roared together, then rolled up their battle clothes, revealing their thick and powerful arms. Then, the two of them fought fiercely with each other while dancing a rapid war dance.
"...Bright red flowers bloom on the battlefield.
Sacrificial flowers bloom on the battlefield,
The flowers of the bonfire bloom on the battlefield!...
our only flower,
It is the blooming flower of war,
Bloom in death and burn everything in the world!
..."
The passionate singing of the warriors, accompanied by heavy footsteps, echoed in the big tent. Everyone watched the fierce confrontation of the war dance and listened to the heroic and heroic singing, and their eyes were filled with excitement.
"...O Nava gods!..."
Seeing the continuous war dances in the tent and listening to the poems praising war and death, the priest leader Petel lowered his head slightly and quietly clenched his sleeves.
"These savage and aggressive Aztecs who came from the wilderness!...Hey! Chichimec, Toltec...the barbarians outside the city eventually overwhelmed the civilized people inside the city..."
The original meaning of "Chichimec" refers to the barbarian tribe wandering outside the city. And "Toltec" refers to the civilized and civilized ethnic group in the city. As for "Aztec", it is naturally a derogatory name for the wilderness tribe.
"Barbarians from Aztlan".
"Good! Very good!"
Avitt looked happy, watching the dance of his warriors, enjoying the power in his hands! He watched for a long time, until both generals were panting and covered in sweat, then he laughed and praised.
"Come, my brave eagle dogs, have a drink with me and enjoy this moment!"
"Yes, the High King!"
"Huadiao" and "Dead Dog" stopped their war dance, knelt down respectfully, and paid homage. Then, they took the wine handed to them by the king himself and drank it in one gulp, even their clothes were wet.
"Okay! Okay! Drink again!"
Avitt cheered twice and handed the two generals another glass of wine before asking them to leave. Then, without changing his smile, he looked at the four honorable nobles and the commanders of the city-state legions.
"'Sourwood' Yotico, 'Reed' Sintel, 'Xiajin' Pacho, and 'Mountain' Izel. Who among the four of you will come first?"
