The three of them gathered around the fire pit, chatting loudly and happily at night, deciding on the next action. It was not until the night fell that they dispersed happily.
However, after two glasses of water, Xurot was a little drunk. The boy's body had not yet grown up, so he was more likely to get drunk. Bertard stretched out his hand, held his arm, and sent him back to the tent. The boy smiled.
Laughing, I didn’t refuse.
"Everyone gets drunk without being drunk." Shulot smiled at himself, said goodbye to the loyal warrior captain with a warm hug, and then lay down on a simple sleeping mat in a tipsy state.
It was a hurried day of battle, and it was a temporary camp. Naturally, there was no soft straw bed to lie on. The warriors did not have much to pay attention to in life.
After drinking, his whole body became hot, so the young man took off his leather armor robe, wore only a single pair of pants, and fell asleep naked. He fell into a deep sleep. About four or five hours passed and it was not yet dawn. He suddenly woke up and sat up suddenly.
Shulot's eyes were straight and he looked at the sky outside the tent. It was still dark at night. He had just had a strange dream.
In his dream, he saw a majestic man wearing a beast helmet, red armor, and holding a magic staff. The man was sitting on a tall obsidian throne, looking at himself indifferently, and was surrounded by people congratulating the new king.
Will.
"Avit!" He happily stepped forward and gave the new king a hug. But the man pushed him away, and then took off his helmet on his own initiative. The young man took a closer look, and was inexplicably horrified for a moment. Under the helmet
, turned out to be his own cold face.
Having become the king, he stood up, handed the scepter to the dazed young man, pressed the young man on the stone throne, and then disappeared. The generals continued to congratulate him. The young man was restless, feeling that the scepter in his left hand was unusually heavy, and the throne
It was both cold and hard, making him feel uncomfortable all over. Finally, he couldn't help but throw the staff away and stood up from the throne suddenly!
Then, the boy woke up. When he looked again, he was sitting on the sleeping mat. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his head. He reached out and touched the sleeping mat. The thin layer was indeed hard. Then
He looked at his left hand again. He didn't know when it was pressed under him just now, and it was already red from the pressure.
Shulot first took a breath and relaxed in his heart. Then he thought about it carefully and became a little solemn: "Power is really a terrible thing. Unknowingly, my heart has been filled with the desire for the scepter and the throne."
"What will happen to me if I really gain the highest power one day in the future?" The young man couldn't help but shudder when he thought of his cold and indifferent face on the throne.
"I must control myself. No matter what happens in the future, I can't betray my true heart." Shulot unconsciously clenched his fists, said firmly to himself, and nodded silently.
Then, he remembered the king who pushed him away in his dream.
"Everyone will be changed by power. When Avitt gains power, what will he become?" The young man thought wildly and became a little worried.
Seeing that the sky was already before dawn, Shulot put on his robe and walked out of the tent. He sat cross-legged on the grass stained with morning dew, and quietly looked at the night sky with twinkling stars.
It's September, which would be autumn in the northern hemisphere. At this time, there is still the last warmth on the Mexican plateau, and the warm rainy season is slowly coming to an end.
A pale bright star reflected in the young man's eyes, pointing towards the east. It had a cold blue light, red in the blue, and had an indifferent murderous intent. The young man was fascinated by it, and even his pupils reflected the dim light. That
It is Sirius, the murderous star in Chinese mythology, the burning star in ancient Greek mythology, and the lonely star in Mesoamerican mythology.
"Sitong's war drums are the first to win, and the three of them talk at night about shooting condors. After two glasses of residual wine, they finally fall into a dream, and the wolf is lonely~"
The young man sings softly, the starry sky is so bright, and the dream is so far away. Will the warrior who is no longer lonely become a lonely king one day in the future?
Shulot forgot the time for a moment and just looked at the starry sky before dawn. Until the morning light dimmed, the morning sun rose from the east, and there was another beautiful morning glow in front of him. The young man's sadness was like a whisper at night, gently dissipating in the wind.
, was forgotten in the blink of an eye.
As the sun rose, the warriors woke up from their dreams. With the noise of people and the scraping of weapons against their armor, the camp began to boil with murderous intent from the silence. Shulot packed his gear neatly and headed to the big tent in the middle.
In the tall tent, Avitt's face was full of majesty. He was dressed in the divine uniform of a king, and he was surrounded by armored and sharp jaguar warriors. Seeing Shurat coming, he nodded slightly and revealed
A faint smile.
The generals arrived soon. Avitt looked at the slightly bright sky and gave the order with a smile.
"Steli, the sun has risen, and Ketoko must have woken up. Go and bring up your prisoner from yesterday."
Staley, who was as strong as a bear, smiled knowingly, and the bone ring added a ferocious footnote to the smile. Then his leather armor shook and he strode away.
Not long after, there was a noise outside the camp, and a voice was heard roaring angrily, but it was not very clear: "I am the new third-level honorable noble of the alliance! How dare you insult me like this! Uh...uh..."
Then, the curtain of the camp was opened again, and the tall Staley strode over. His right arm clamped hard on a fat figure who was struggling, and half strangled the opponent's neck. His tall body dragged the opponent
It moved forward like a giant bear holding a leaping wild boar between its legs.
After dragging him to the middle of the tent, Stanley released his arms and threw the "wild boar" forward. The figure staggered and fell, lying on the ground coughing for a long time before slowly getting up and standing up.
Shulot took a closer look and saw that it was the middle-aged commander Ketoko from yesterday. He was only wearing a nightgown, his hair was messy, and he looked embarrassed. His face was flushed, and the suffocation and anger just now made him violently shaken.
Panting, his slightly fat body was shaking constantly.
Avitt watched this scene calmly. After Ketoko took a breath, he asked with a smile: "Ketoko, when did you become a third-level honorary noble? Did Tisoke promise you? He also promised
What did you do?"
Ketoko lowered his head and straightened his pajamas, then smoothed his hair, pretending not to hear and not answering.
He was born in the lineage of Chief Priest Kechar and was a real noble class. He had already been a second-level hereditary nobleman many years ago. This time Tisok was in danger and urgently needed his support for the expedition, so he was granted the title of third-level honorary noble.
and the corresponding chinampa. In Europe at this period, that was the noble marquis or count.
Shulot knew that in the royal family's civil war, even as a prisoner, the great nobleman Ketoko was confident that his life would be safe, waiting for his release after everything was over.
Avit was not worried. He just continued to smile and said: "No matter what Tisoko promised you, it doesn't count now. Come on, Kotoko, tell me about the Xirotepec camp you want to support.
How is the situation now?"
Hearing Avitt's words, the great nobleman Ketoko raised his head and opened his mouth to refute something. Then, when he saw Avitt's king's divine costume and the magic staff in his hand, he closed his mouth again. After waiting for a moment, he
He said angrily: "I don't know!"
"You don't know?" Avitt still smiled, but narrowed his eyes dangerously. Then he glanced at Stanley.
Stanley bowed his head respectfully and saluted. Then, his burly body lowered slightly, and pressed Ketoko's shoulders with both hands, like a bear holding a wild boar. He took a deep breath and pressed hard.
The great nobleman Ketoko tried hard to hold on for two seconds, and then he was forced to kneel down hard. The pain made him tremble all over. His knees made two dents in the mud, and his head was pushed down, and he turned towards Ah
Werther gave a formal salute.
Avitt did not speak, and looked at the great nobleman Ketoko with a smile. When Ketoko raised his head again, he slowly put away his smile, and asked again in a cold and calm voice: "You said, you don't know?"
This time, the warriors stood as solemn as sculptures. Shulot also felt a chill in his heart, held his breath and kept serious silence.
All the sounds in the camp disappeared in an instant, and the drop of a needle could be heard in an instant. The great nobleman Ketoko knelt and raised his head, trying hard to look at the bright, tall and indifferent Avitt.
It seemed like it was just a moment, or it seemed like a long time passed. Ketoko then slowly lowered his head and whispered: "Your Royal Highness, General Troll has led four legions into the territory of Atotonilco. I
Before setting off with the reinforcements, a messenger had been sent to him so that he did not have to return reinforcements.
The main camp in the city of Hilotepec was attacked by the elite warriors of the Otomi people at night. The original general was killed in the attack. The rear camp lost some food, but the two stationed legions suffered little casualties. It was chaotic.
A few days later, a deputy general named Kuruca from the directly affiliated legion will now serve as the commander."
Avitt nodded slightly: "Kuluka? What kind of person is he?"
The great nobleman Ketoko opened his mouth silently, but could not speak.
After a while, until Stanley pressed his neck again, Ketoko said in a low voice and aggrievedly: "He is just a warrior born as a commoner. I heard that he did not become a military noble until he was in his thirties. This time he became a warrior."
The commander of the legion is already a big surprise. How can I care about what kind of person he is?"
Avit frowned, and the great nobleman Ketoko lowered his head in fear again. It really didn't look like he was being fake.
After thinking for a moment, Avitt skipped this topic and continued to ask: "Ketoko, how did you find out yesterday that the one under the royal flag was not Tisoke?"
This time Ketoko answered very readily: "I had doubts. In terms of time, even if he took a boat and took the waterway, the king would not be able to reach the vicinity of Xilotepec at this time. Unless he abandoned
All the troops only brought the Guards Battalion with them. But when I took a closer look, although there were a thousand Jaguars, there were no Guards. It was impossible for the king to abandon the loyal Guards Battalion, so I
It is concluded that these are rebels!"
Xuelote nodded slightly. After more than ten years of military school education, Mexica's military commanders, no matter how talented they are, will have enough common sense in war and will not make stupid mistakes.
Avitt's brows furrowed even deeper, and he looked at the great nobleman Ketoko expressionlessly.
Ketoko also looked at Avitt's expression. Although age did not favor his IQ too much, it had given him life experience.
He immediately reacted and lowered his head to the ground: "I didn't know at the time that it turned out to be your army. As for us, the chief priests, we have always maintained absolute neutrality in the battles between the gods. Please believe me,
Let me return to the capital, and I will explain your generosity and greatness to Uncle Ketzal, the chief priest."
Avitt didn't speak, just waved his hand. Both of them knew that at this time, Ketoko would certainly not be released. But since the chief priests were mentioned, they would still show mercy. Stanley understood and used
He gently held Ketoko's chest with his arms. He didn't struggle this time and followed the giant bear warrior away obediently.
"Put away the king's guard of honor and hoist the flag of Ketoko. The most important thing now is time! The army will set off immediately, aiming for the Herotepec camp. All your efforts!" Avit looked around the generals majestically.
, gave the order loudly. All the generals agreed in unison and left quickly.
Carrying five days of food and fodder, and escorting important prisoners, the 20,000 warriors quickly broke out of camp and marched toward the front camp of Herotepec. Avit left behind 2,000 loyal warriors and managed 20,000 militiamen and baggage.
, continue to chase behind.
During the march, the young man found an opportunity, approached Avitt, and grabbed his friend's arm.
"Avit, you are so scary this morning."
Avit waved his hand and asked the guarding warriors to disperse. Then he said with a smile: "These two days are the first time I use sacred ceremonial guards as a king. This is a very wonderful feeling, which makes people feel a little bit sad.
obsessed.
As a king, only by being far and high above me can I exercise sacred power. With sacred power, I have the majesty to command everything. And only with ruthless majesty can I control everyone. If I want to maintain my majesty,
I can only keep winning!"
Having said this, Avitt finally showed a sincere smile. He pinched the young man's cheek out of habit: "Come on, Shulot, let us go for the next victory!"
The young man rolled his eyes, but felt relieved.
After two days of hurried march, 20,000 warriors soon arrived in front of the Herotepec camp. Not far away, a tributary of the Tampon River flowed quietly.
Shulot looked at the familiar riverside camp. Months of construction had made the camp stronger and taller. Beside the wooden fence on the outside, he saw the smoky burning marks and the huge damage caused by axes, chisels and sticks.
Gaps. But now, these gaps have been filled with fresh wooden stakes, maintaining the original defense.
The young man felt very emotional. More than a year had passed in the blink of an eye, and the memories of the past were still vivid in his mind.
There are many beginnings here. Here he was beaten by the king, here he became friends with Avit, here he developed the trebuchet, here he saw the surrender of the city of Hilotepec. Then from the priest's sacrificial plate, he came up with the idea of introducing
In the first edition, there were no Chinese characters that were localized by the Aztecs.
For him, this is where the war begins. Perhaps, the end of the war is not far away.
Seeing the Mexica army coming from afar, the warriors of the Xilotepec camp banged their shields and cheered enthusiastically. During this period, they encountered many changes. They had been waiting for reinforcements for so long that their days seemed like years.
The defenders at the watchtower took a rough look at the talisman sent by the messenger and ordered the gate to be opened.
At this moment, a middle-aged warrior in his thirties came in a hurry. He was dressed in simple clothes, carrying the simplest commander's flag, and trotted to the wall of the stronghold. Then he went to the Mexican army outside the camp.
At a quick glance, he quickly counted with his fingers, and his expression immediately changed.
Then the simple warrior shouted loudly: "Stop, stop! Don't open the door yet!"
Hearing this, Shulot and Avitt looked at each other, and their expressions changed drastically.
