Outside the tent, the warriors were singing happily and bamboo flutes were playing. The dances in the tent were taking a break, and the smell of wine was fragrant. The king asked with a smile, and the generals were solemn and fell silent for a moment.
"Sing and dance..."
The four city-state army commanders looked at each other with a slightly unnatural look on their faces. They each had their own territory and were the most noble and honorable nobles in the city-state. They each held local real power and had no say in the state. It can be said that they are the real masters of each state. They have always been
I always watch others dance, and I almost never dance for others.
The leaders of the city-states were quiet for a while, feeling a little dissatisfied. According to the oldest tradition of the alliance, the king of Mexica is the Great Tratoani, and they are all the Little Tratoani, which is the difference between the big and small leaders in the tribal alliance.
Rather than the strict monarchs and ministers of the Celestial Dynasty.
Especially the elder leader of the "Sourwood" clan, Jotiko, a glorious nobleman from Tepanikapan. He is in his fifties or sixties and has been in control of the city-state for twenty years. He is located in the distant Sourwood City all year round. The last time he was
The Lord danced eleven years ago, on his eightieth birthday. But it was the immortal sun, the great man who shaped the alliance, and the heroic spirit who survives in this world!
"Well...the king of the capital and the leaders of each country..."
Chief Priest Petel narrowed his eyes and thought silently like an old fox. Looking at the situation in the tent, he had a deeper understanding of the distribution of power within the Mexica people.
"Okay! Dear King, I am the youngest and dare to sing and dance for you first!"
After a moment of silence, Izel was the first to stand up. With a smile on his face, he saluted the king, looked at the other three captains, and then walked to the center of the tent. Then, he held a sharpened wooden stick in one hand.
, holding a shield in one hand, dancing the mountain family's ritual dance.
"Ah! majestic and towering mountains,
You are the throne where the God of War dwells!
You are radiant and charming, with a glacier-gleaming forehead,
You are calm and heavy, with a body standing upright from mountains and rocks,
You are indestructible, with thighs like granite,
You have been blessed by God and have a heart heavy with gold and stone!
...you are the glory of the mountain family,
An ancient and heroic soul.
And at this moment, you lower your head slightly,
Salute to the King who rules over all,
That is the blessed King of Mexica!
..."
Hearing this, the remaining three city-state army commanders lowered their eyes and cursed in their hearts. Izel actually dedicated the mountain family's sacrificial songs and dances to the king! This not only represented complete surrender, but also made them all
Roasted on the fire.
"good very good!"
Avitt stood up and praised with satisfaction.
"Izel of the Mountain Family is a truly glorious warrior! He captured the feathered serpent city lord alive, which is the first achievement in this battle! Come, let's raise a toast together to celebrate the warrior!"
"...Congratulations to the king, congratulations to the warriors!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank the complex-flavored wine. Izel smiled and returned the greetings to everyone, then glanced at the other three city-state leaders before turning back and sitting down.
"...Dear King, you led us to capture the feuding city-state! Please allow me to dance for you!"
After a while, Reed Chief Sintel stood up for the second time. He was from the Atotonilka state in the northeast. His family had been fighting with the nearby Tlaxcala people for generations, and the hatred was the deepest. And Avitt led
The army marched eastward, destroying everything along the way and killing countless old enemies, avenging the entire city-state.
"...I hear the singing of the reeds,
On the hills at sunrise and sunset,
In the swamp where water and sky meet!
I drink the bloody river water,
Drink deeply what is not drinkable.
Then I will go to the battlefield,
Fighting for loyalty to the king,
Die for glory and the Lord God!
..."
Xintel finished singing leisurely, danced a sad sacrificial dance with swaying reeds, and then bowed his head in salute to the king. The look on his face was respectful and sincere.
"Okay! The Reed family is the descendant of the gods in the northeast of the alliance, and they are loyal subjects of the royal family! Come, Xintel, have a drink with me!"
After carefully looking at the other person's expression, Avitt nodded with satisfaction and took a big gulp of the wine.
During the Eastern Expedition, the royal army passed through Atotonilke State, shocking the whole country. In addition, the important northern town of Tlaxcala was conquered, and the local nobles in the city-state were completely conquered by the royal center. What follows?
...
"...I heard the wild wind between the cliffs and the woods!
I fought in the windy wilderness until my chest was torn!
You will see my beating heart and my vitality flowing...
It has long been prepared to be dedicated to the faith of the Lord God and to the invincible king!"
The leader of the "Xiajin" clan, the glorious nobleman Paqiao stood up and danced a family ritual dance. Then he bowed to the king, drank all the water and wine, and then calmly withdrew.
"The invincible king..."
Avitt raised his eyebrows slightly, drank a drink, and his mind changed. The leader of the "Xiajin" clan performed a family sacrificial dance and praised the Lord God. He was quite obedient. Of course, this kind of obedience requires the king to have great martial arts... He moved
His eyes fell faintly on the elder god descendant, the leader of the "Sourwood" clan, Jotiko.
The situation was such that Jodiko had to stand up slowly and salute the king. He took off his feather crown, revealing his gray hair, pursed his lips, and picked up the heavy wooden stick with both hands. He did not hold a shield, but danced fiercely.
The dance of Macwavit. This is not the sacrificial dance of the Sourwood family, but the fighting dance of the warriors.
"...the war club swings with obsidian glory!
A brave warrior will fight for honor.
Like an eagle, like a tiger. Like jade, but also like a stone.
Fight! Fight! Fight to the end of the sky!
Until the obsidian wears away, until the war stick breaks,
Until I shed endless blood,
Give back to the God who gave me life!
..."
After singing the song, Jotico bowed slightly and drank a glass of tequila, showing a certain degree of obedience.
"Yes. Not bad! Although the Sourwood Chief is old, his skills are still strong. He deserves to be an outstanding warrior in the west!"
Avitt showed no expression, smiled and praised, and drank a glass of wine with Jotiko. At the same time, in his heart, he silently put an end to Jotiko's fate...
"Well, it's time to replace the Sourwood Family with a patriarch during this Eastern Expedition."
After the dance performed by the four legion commanders, the atmosphere in the tent became cheerful and lively again. The generals toasted each other and sang enthusiastically, full of the masculinity and confidence of warriors. During this Eastern Expedition, the old enemy Tlaxcala was beaten without any chance of fighting back.
With so much power, we can only huddle in the city and defend. It’s really exciting. The great Mexica Alliance will surely win and conquer the East in one fell swoop!
The night fell and dispersed, and it was already dawn before anyone knew it. The generals were drinking happily and were already deeply drunk. At the end of the banquet, Avitt raised his staff high, looked around at the drunken generals, and roared with a loud smile.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise the ancestors! The Eastern Campaign will be victorious. This is God's declaration! Roar!"
"Hoo, praise the king! Hoo, we will win the Eastern Campaign! Hoho!"
The generals responded loudly, howling fervently like wild beasts. The banquet ended, and the hilarity dispersed in an instant. But the flames of the Eastern Expedition would not stop, and would burn throughout the valley until they destroyed the people of Tlaxcala.
Ancestral land, the remaining three snake cities!
Soon, silence fell in the big tent. The dawn light penetrated into the big tent, bringing a faint light, like a faint life. Pater, the leader of Cholula priests, sat by the fire, looking at the dim light from the ceiling,
I pondered over and over again in my heart.
Avit sat up straight and drank a cup of honey water given by Gillim. The drunkenness in his eyes dissipated. Then, he looked at the chief priest who was waiting on the other side of the fire and asked calmly.
"Petel, when will the holy city of Cholula surrender?"