The red sun sets over the western mountains, and dark clouds drift in from the east. Another heavy rain is coming. August is the peak of the plateau rainy season. Heavy rains are irregular and there are not many sunny days, making large-scale military operations difficult. August
Moon is also the busy season for farming, and the early-ripening pumpkins are about to be harvested. In order to make a living for a year, the men of various ministries have to be busy in the fields, and it is difficult to participate in military mobilization.
Generally speaking, in the Central American world where various tribes are in chaos and fighting for years, the hot August is a rare month of peace. At least, it has been like this for the past thousands of years.
"Naxiu, what day is today?"
Shulot sat cross-legged on the carpet of the stone hall. He drank a bowl of sweet pumpkin soup and nibbled on two soft corn tortillas. Then, he opened a newly boiled large egg and tasted the familiar and rare taste.
The smell of eggs made me exhale with satisfaction, feeling a little emotional in my heart.
The warrior captain Bertard also sat next to the king, eating soup cakes, but there was no turkey egg.
Well, there is no doubt that in this era, turkey eggs are also precious ingredients, and only the rich can enjoy them. A female turkey of the right age, even if there is enough food, will only lay one or two eggs a week. Most turkey eggs
To be used for hatching to produce the same lack of meat.
The hens of the Old World are much more productive and can lay eggs every day, providing more protein output. The difference is not only the difference in the species itself, but also the difference in domestication time.
"Your Highness, today is the Eight Rabbit Day of the Crocodile Month. The Mother Earth has given her blessing. This is an auspicious day of fertility!"
Naxiu swayed her graceful figure, brought two cups of hibiscus tea, and handed them to the two of them respectively. She licked her lips, stretched out her long green fingers, and quietly touched His Highness's palm. Then, she winked at him again.
Like silk, I present two early-ripening avocados.
"...The original crocodile Tonacatekutli is the Lord of Nurture and the ancient god responsible for creation and fertility. In traditional mythology, the Crocodile Moon is the January that reborn from chaos and created order. And the One who created order
The three creeds are language, agriculture and family. As for the rabbit day, it not only symbolizes self-sacrifice and transcendence, serving greater things, but also a time of peaceful reproduction..."
"Well..."
The tip of Shulot's nose twitched, and his palms felt warm and soft. Then, a gust of fragrant wind came, with a seductive whisper, right next to his ear.
"My supreme master, on this holy day, your shadow slave Naxiu is willing to sacrifice herself for you!...Wow!"
"Well!"
Hearing the charming cry of the fox, Shulot's whole body felt warm. He quickly lowered his head and took a sip of the sweet and sour scented tea. After months of fighting, his body could not withstand such teasing.
"Ahem! The Crocodile Month and the Eight Rabbit Day in the Nine Flint Years..."
Shulot struggled to shift his attention. He calmed down, calculated silently for a moment, and his expression became more solemn.
"Huh, today is already August 9, 1488 AD!... Time flies, and the Tampen River flows eastward. It really doesn't stop for a moment!"
"Your Highness?"
"Naxiu, please go down first! I still have something important to discuss with the warrior chief."
"...Yes. Your Highness."
Naxiu pursed her lips, lowered her head, and cleared away the dishes on the table. When she heard that the princess had given birth to a noble son, for some reason, she suddenly felt a desire in her heart. This desire was like a fertile field.
, longing for the rainstorms in the rainy season, and also longing for the seeds of life.
What's more, the high priest in charge of the gods has gone to the Kingdom of God. No one can influence the will of His Highness anymore...
"Well... you can take these two avocados too. Make them into puree, add some honey, and add fresh cactus fruit..."
Having said this, Shulot pondered for a while. Since the Eastern Expedition, he has been restraining himself, and his body can't help but want to eat. But on a warm and humid rainy night, he can taste the fresh and delicious honey fruits, and enjoy the softness and smoothness.
...
The king raised his head again and looked at Naxiu's slightly exposed ups and downs, the curve of her kneeling posture, and her watery eyes, and his heart felt warm.
"...After it's done, send it to my bedroom. I've been a little hungry these past two nights, like a jaguar."
"ah!"
Hearing this, Naxiu raised her head and looked at His Highness in surprise, her eyes seemed to be dripping with water. Because, her body was trembling and she remembered... Every time at the end, the provocative fox who shouted "Wow" would always be
The hungry jaguar fell down, and then cried weakly and weakly with a ferocious and low "roar".
"I obey you...my highness~"
Naxiu's trembling steps, accompanied by her trembling voice, quickly disappeared outside the hall. Shulot took a deep breath and suppressed his young and excited body. He looked at the spread out map of the world and thought again.
The overall situation of the kingdom and alliance.
"Bertard, Parmus State has newly conquered thousands of Bossaros who migrated south, and has recovered to over 100,000 people. And in the Parmus Valley area that directly belongs to the kingdom, there are nearly 40,000 settled tribes!
Although the tribes in the North are poor, they are used to fighting and fighting. At this moment, the poet Baramo can also pull out a conscripted tribal army in his hands!"
"Your Highness, it is indeed true. In the vast Northland, as long as there are food and property, and core warriors to suppress it, it is not difficult to recruit tribal warriors. And now, the entire Parmus State is under the control of the kingdom!"
"Um."
Shulot nodded knowingly. He looked towards the night in the north and fell into deep thought for a long time.
Ten years ago, about 200,000 wilderness tribes settled in the northern Parmus State, of which the Otomi people accounted for the absolute majority. Two years after Tisok conquered the Otomi people, Parmus State suffered a serious attack.
Due to the destruction, the population was reduced to 1340000 people. The farmland was deserted, the villages were burned, and the famine that followed continued to reduce the strength of the Otomi tribe.
Therefore, when the cold wave came, hundreds of thousands of migrating Guakili canine descendants surged southward from further north. The weak Parmesan state did not hold out for long before it completely fell. However, the canine descendants migrating south were short of food and killed all the way.
Just as tragic.
After the allied forces of the Kingdom of the Lake and the Otomi people went north, defeated and moved away the Guakili tribes, there were only 80,000 people left in the Parmes State. Although the Otomi tribe was still the majority in the state, they had already
It no longer occupies the primary position, but is replaced by a new order led by the Kingdom of the Lake!
"Your Highness, in the northern frontier at this time, the Mexica nobles are the ruling jaguars, the Otomi tribe is the breeding deer herd, the wilderness canine descendants are the wolves who obey orders, and the Prepecha nobles are the monkeys who pass the orders.
...The arrangements made three years ago are indeed stable now! But in order to truly take root in the Northland and establish a long-term rule, we still need to further encourage tribal intermarriage, promote the belief in the main god, and move into more Mexica
migrant!"
After hearing the words of the warrior commander, Shulot thought for a moment and nodded solemnly. The wilderness in the north is boundless. The further north you go, the more limited the power the kingdom can project. And the Parmus Valley directly under the kingdom can be regarded as establishing wasteland rule.
preliminary exploration.
In the newly established order in the north, a small number of Mexica nobles were the core of the rule, while the surrendered Otomi tribe, the surrendered wilderness dog descendants, and the exiled Prepecha nobles jointly formed the main body of the rule.
The Otomi people are mainly engaged in farming, providing food and labor; the wilderness dog descendants are half hunting and half farming, and provide most of the military service; while the Prepecha nobles master numbers and calculations, and actually play the role of low-level officials. Finally,
Those who are transcendent above the heads of each tribe and rooted among the people of each tribe are the priests at all levels sent by the central government of the kingdom to spread the faith of the main god.
