The heavy rain in August poured down, opening a vast curtain of rain among the undulating mountains. The tears of the rain god turned into the Milky Way, and the roar of the fire god turned into a heat wave, entangled from the sky and swept down the land of the plateau. The sun was scorching and cloudy,
Humid, hot and rainy, this is the Mexican plateau in the vibrant midsummer, when the rainy season is at its peak.
King Avit held the magic staff in his hand, climbed to the top of Tree Snake City, and looked at Yun She Mountain City in the north. He looked calm, with a faint smile, and a little bit unwilling to do his best.
Looking around, the fields are green and everything is flourishing. Birds are soaring in the sky, and American vultures are circling on the top of the mountain. Lush forests are undulating at the end of the sky, giving the mountains in the north a layer of green. Fertile riverside fields
It is covered with weeds more than one meter high, which can even cover up the whereabouts of the warriors.
In the midsummer, the Tlaxcala Basin is full of green vitality. However, under this surface of vitality, there is cold cruelty. In the vast basin, Fusheng's population has disappeared, and the prosperous villages have been burned away.
Lost hope of continuation.
"The villages are burned, the young men are dead, and the fields are all barren... In the northern state of Tlaxcala, there will definitely be a great famine this year! And the nearly 100,000 remnants of Tlaxcala who fled into the mountains must have insufficient food, so they have to abandon the old and the weak
, everyone eats each other..."
Gillim narrowed his eyes, looked at the mountains in the north, and was silent. After the Eastern Expedition, the states of Tlaxcala will become the fiefdoms of His Highness. If the army can distribute food and lure the remnants of Tlaxcala down in the mountains,
, the vitality of the fiefdom can be preserved to a greater extent.
However, in order to conquer Tree Snake City as soon as possible, the North Army attacked day and night, causing great losses. The two royal regiments that were the main attackers suffered casualties of two thousand warriors and two thousand militiamen. Among the casualties of the warriors, there were even more than five hundred
Bronze-armored elite!
The three city-state legions suffered heavy casualties. Counting night attacks, they suffered casualties of 3,000 warriors and 4,000 militiamen. Altogether, there were 11,000 casualties, nearly half of which were warriors! This one
The short siege was even more brutal than the previous battle of Feathered Serpent City!
"The attack on the fortified city resulted in so many casualties, and all the legions were full of murderous intentions... There was no way to plead for the people of Tlaxcala."
Thinking of this, Gillim shook his head. As the chief intelligence officer, he knew what each legion was doing. He also advocated making the best use of people and did not like unnecessary killing. However, the army's morale was so high that the king did not speak.
, there is no way to constrain it.
The North Route Army suffered such heavy casualties, so they naturally spared no effort after capturing Shushe City. After the city fell, there were only more than 3,000 captured women and children, and one or two thousand were used as sacrifices.
The descendants of gods and warriors. As for the remaining five thousand warriors and more than nine thousand strong men, they were all turned into corpses. It is not known whether they died during the siege of the city or the washing of the city after the city was broken.
At this point in the Eastern Expedition, two of the four snake cities were slaughtered, and the Tlaxcala tribe was reduced to seventy-eight out of ten. In the northern Tlaxcala state, there were once a core tribe of 400,000 people and 100,000 men capable of fighting, making it the leader of the four northern and southern states.
By this time, 400,000 tribesmen were either slaughtered, captured, or dispersed and fled. Of the more than 100,000 men, more than 60,000 were killed, and nearly 30,000 were captured and became sacrifices for the great ceremony soon...
Under the rough numbers, there is endless blood and complete conquest. After the Eastern Expedition, the names of the old enemies, the Tlaxcalans, are about to sink to the bottom of the Tlax River, buried in the muddy sand, and gradually become insignificant in the world.
smell!
"Gillim."
Avitt looked at the mountains to the north without looking back or even glancing at the grass at his feet.
"Kings."
Gillim lowered his head solemnly and put away his distant thoughts. He had seen the weeds under his feet, but the weeds would not stay in his heart.
"Do you think I conquered the Tlaxcalans during this eastern expedition?"
Avitt narrowed his eyes, looked at the vaguely visible mountain fortress, and silently clenched the magic staff in his hand.
"Your Majesty, you have conquered the Tlaxcala people! All the tribes that resisted to the end and refused to surrender have been wiped out by the army. And after the victory ceremony, the descendants of the Tlaxcala people will also be wiped out from the world.
Disappear in time!”
Gillim saluted respectfully and answered affirmatively.
"Yeah. It's just that there are still two snake cities that have not been captured."
Avitt nodded slowly, with a calm expression. There was not much joy on his face. His cold gaze looked to the east, as if to the endless lake.
"There are also the Totonacs in the east, the Mixtecs in the southeast, the Huastecs further south, and the Mayans in the far east... who have not been conquered!"
"Kings..."
Gillim pursed his lips. He lowered his head, carefully organized his words, and warned tactfully.
"The altar on the top of the sacred mountain is made of solid rocks, built piece by piece... If it becomes empty in a hurry, there is a danger of collapse. The top priority now is to stabilize the alliance and control the priests in the capital..."
"Please lead the main force of the royal family as soon as possible, return to the capital in the lake, and suppress all parties in the alliance! ... As for the remaining two mountain cities and hill cities, please leave them to His Highness Shulot, who is good at fighting! ..."
"Yeah. You're right."
Avitt nodded and exhaled faintly. Then, he turned around and looked south, with a smile on his face.
"Counting the time, the envoy sent should have arrived!"
The king's gaze seemed to have traveled hundreds of miles, passing through the vast and desolate Tlaxcala Basin, passing through the burned-out and dilapidated Holy City of Cholula, to the cold and towering Yanfeng Mountain, and arriving at the ever-populated Water Valley City Camp.
Outside the main camp of Water Valley City, there is endless green fields as far as the eye can see. Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors are stationed here, and hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcalanons are busy non-stop.
The farmland in August is full of vitality, and the tall corns have already taken out their tassels. It is the time when fertility is the fastest, the growth is the largest, and the most fertilizer and water are needed. The land after the fighting is always particularly fertile. The troops who manage the villages
The priest also brought new composting technology. The old Tlaxcala farmers were surprised by the good growth of corn this season. Many people began to pray to the Lord God for a good harvest in the autumn.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, Black Wolf's royal flag is still erected high on the water valley city. Shulot is sitting cross-legged in the main hall, staring at the map in front of him.
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However, after not seeing each other for more than two months, time has left traces of change on the young man's face. In his eyes, there is less passionate smile and more calm depth. His face is less youthful.
The arrogance is enhanced by the vicissitudes of life.
Partings in life and death are unforgettable... There are always people who are willing to use their lives to make you grow. There is always love that makes you mature after losing it... There are always some partings that make the romantic youth never come back.
Shulot stretched out his hand and slowly rowed southward along the marks on the map. There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, as well as the coldness of a mature commander.
"Bertard, where did Black Wolf's legion attack?"
Hearing this, Bertard spoke quietly, stretched out his hand under the flowers, and pointed lightly.
"Your Highness, Black Wolf's Guaquili Corps has captured Huacong Village and captured more than 4,000 people. The Guaquili Corps and the Tlaxcala surrender barracks are being repaired in Huacong Village. And the vanguard's canine squad is a short distance away.
The important northern town of the Mixtecs, the sacred stone city of Tehuacan, is less than a hundred miles away!"
The sacred stone city of Tehuacan is later known as "Tehuacán". In the Nahua language, the meaning of this word is "the place of the gods" or "the place of stones". In the words of the Mixtecs,
It is known as "the ancient place where the gods dwell and the fertile valley where the temples stand."
The valley where the Divine Stone City is located is the Tehuacan Valley. In this valley, there is not only the ancient Divine Stone City, but also a large number of ancestor ruins and many small pyramid temples. In fact, this is where corn was first used
One of the areas of domestication, corn grain samples unearthed in later generations can be traced back to 3600 BC.
In this era, Shenshi City was the most important city-state in the northern Mixtecs. The Tehuacan Valley was a prosperous valley where tens of thousands of Mixtec tribes gathered.
"very good!"
Shulot nodded with satisfaction. Then, he thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.
"The rainy season is difficult, and it is not easy to go on an expedition... Bertard, tell me the truth! How many casualties did the Black Wolf army suffer during the capture of Huacong Village?"
"Your Highness, after two months of expedition, the casualties of the Guakili Army are indeed only 500, and they have been made up from the surrender camp."
Having said this, Bertard paused and lowered his head slightly.
"However, the five thousand Tlaxcala soldiers in his hands... have been almost used up."
Hearing this, Shulot's brows jumped and his expression suddenly changed. He pursed his lips and said nothing. After a moment of pondering, his mood gradually calmed down and his eyes became indifferent.
"Select another 5,000 people from the captured Tlaxcaladines and send them to Black Wolf! Priority will be given to warriors with experience in battle... Tell him that now is the busy farming season, Mixtec
We can’t spare too many militiamen...continue to go south, besiege Shenshi City, and burn the Tehuacan Valley!”
"Yes, Your Highness. Follow your will!"
Bertard bowed and agreed, immediately summoned his personal guards and arranged for the messenger to be sent.
Shulot looked calm and continued to look at the map in front of him. His gaze moved westward and stopped at Xiaoliuzhai, a hundred miles south of Daolu City. After a moment, he reached out and pressed it, and gave another sharp order.
"Send an order to have the Yuyan Corps keep an eye on the thousands of Stek warriors in Xiaoliu Village! When the peak of the rainy season passes, the Imperial Guard Corps will be dispatched to completely pull out the nails behind this! Then,
Three legions moved south from two routes at the same time, capturing the Mixtec mountain and river city in one fell swoop!"
Having said this, Shulot's eyes became sharp, and his murderous intent burned like a flame.
"Since the Mixtecs want to play with fire, I will set fire to their ancestral homeland of the West Capital!"
"Your Highness..."
Seeing the murderous intent in His Highness's eyes, Bertard pursed his lips and hesitated to speak. In the past two months, His Highness' murderous intent has obviously become much stronger... After a few breaths, the loyal warrior captain secretly sighed and lowered his head.
Obey.
"Do your will!"
In a few words, the strategy of the Southern Route Army was finalized. Hulot continued to look at the map, while Bertard stood beside him. Both of them were in a trance, and the hall became quiet.
When you are in a high position, your quiet time is always short. Many decisions are concentrated towards the supreme power, just like water flowing to the lower places. A few quarters of an hour later, the shield guard Ters came from outside the palace and knelt on the ground.
Respond loudly.
"Your Highness, there is a messenger from the king coming from the north!"
