Chapter 572: Mixtec Land, the Yellow Bird Leading the Way
The clouds are rolling, and the sea breeze from the east carries moist water vapor; the mountains are stacked, and the mountains and forests in the south are particularly green and dense.
At this moment, the faint smell of blood spreads among the towering temples. Most of the priests of the rain god who were once aloof have turned into fallen corpses, and their souls go to the kingdom of gods in the clouds. In the ancient temple, the tall rain god sits
On the throne of God, He silently stared at these heavily armored northern warriors and the wilderness barbarians he had never seen before with his deep golden eyes.
“More than eight hundred miles from north to south, more than five hundred miles from east to west, with dangerous mountains in the eastern highlands, undulating lowland valleys in the west, and dense rainforests on the southern coast, this is the extremely vast Mixtec land!...Two highland cities, twenty
There are tens of thousands of tribes; the four lowland cities have a population of nearly 400,000; the three coastal cities have a population of 300,000...all taken together, there are nine large city-states with more than 900,000 tribes!"
Hei Lang's eyes were blazing, and he was silent as he looked at the young priest who showed his true feelings. He was thinking about the situation of the Eastern Expedition, and also tried hard to analyze the southern attack and accumulate experience for the inevitable southern expedition in the future.
The four states of Tlaxcala are small in area, have a prosperous population, and have relatively flat terrain. Most of the Tlaxcala tribes are concentrated in the core Tlaxcala Valley and the holy city of Cholula. As long as the alliance army marches eastward, it can overcome the obstacles in the north and south.
After the pass, they went straight into the heart of the old enemy and swept through the important cities in the north and south. In other words, the various tribes of Tlaxcala must rely on the pass and the city-state to hold on, fighting for every inch of territory, and there is no room for maneuver.
The nine Mixtec tribes are very different. Their alliance is more loose, the land area is vast, and the terrain is divided and rugged. Even the population of each tribe is scattered among the mountains and valleys. In the entire Mixtec alliance,
The nine city-states do not belong to each other, and there is no royal capital that is higher than each state, which can be conquered in one go. To conquer all the city-states, from north to south, there is a full nine hundred miles of mountain road!
Black Wolf has been fighting from north to south, from west to east for many years. Coupled with His Highness's patient teaching, his vision is now different from what it used to be.
"The Mixtec warriors are not strong. If they fight face to face, the kingdom's army can completely defeat them with one blow! But if they hide in the mountains, defend city-states and strongholds one by one, and then send out small groups of warriors and militiamen to harass
The army's retreat..."
Thinking of this, Hei Lang frowned and fell into deep thought. If the city-states were to be cleaned up one by one, he didn't know how many troops it would take and how many years it would take. He had a vague feeling that the various Mixtec tribes might be related to the special forces in the southwest mountains.
The Kos are somewhat similar.
"Faced with such an opponent, military combat is no longer the biggest difficulty. The steep mountainous terrain, long marching distances, difficult food roads in the mountains, and the long-term maintenance of military presence are the real troubles!...Forget it,
Such difficult problems should be left to the wise His Highness or the King!"
After a while, Hei Lang shook his head vigorously. As his status improved, he thought more and more, and felt more and more that the knowledge in his mind was not enough. But now, he still has to go back to this trip south.
At that time, the task was given by His Highness.
"...Collect intelligence from the south to deter the Mixtec ministries from moving north. If there is an opportunity, try to weaken the opponent's war potential as much as possible..."
Black Wolf's eyes became cold again. He stretched out his left hand, grabbed the collar of the young priest's clothes, and looked directly into the other's escaping eyes.
"tell me your name?"
"...Respect the Commander of Mexica, I am the priest elder of the Temple of the Clouds, the descendant of the Tiger Claw King, and the sky god Andivi!"
The young priest Andivi was a little afraid, but he still spoke his name with customary pride. In Mixtec language, andivi
He is the descendant of the clouds, the sky, and the sky. This is a sacred name, and only descendants of gods with noble bloodline are qualified to inherit it.
"Are you, at such a young age, a priest or elder?"
Hearing this, Black Wolf was a little surprised. He thought of the alliance's priests and elders, which of them had not been tested, cunning, and accustomed to killings and blood sacrifices. And these Mixtecs, who had a long heritage, actually allowed such a young god to take over.
The position of the priests and elders...
He shook his head slightly and continued to ask.
"How many warriors and militiamen are there in the Holy Stone City? When will other Mixtec tribes send reinforcements? How many reinforcements will there be from each country, and how long will it take to arrive?"
"...This, this...I...I don't know..."
"Um?"
Black Wolf's expression turned cold. He stretched out his right hand and took the obsidian dagger handed to him by Red Frog Coca. The sharp blade flashed with the black light of sacrifice. Then, he grinned, and the black light stuck to the young priest's neck, bringing it with him.
Come to the real pressure of death.
"last chance."
"This, I..."
Andiwei was sweating profusely and his face was very pale. His eyes drooped, and when he saw the body of the old priest leader again, his fingers were trembling.
"I'll count three! Three! Two! One..."
"Ah! I said!"
The cold blade used a slight force and cut through the skin of the neck, oozing out a faint blood red. Andiwei could no longer bear the torture, and even cried in his cry.
"There are five thousand warriors and ten thousand militiamen stationed in Shenshi City! In addition to the strong men from various tribes who have fled into the city, it is estimated that several thousand more people can be recruited!"
"Um..."
Hearing this, Hei Lang raised his brows. In addition to the three thousand Mixtec warriors who were eliminated in the ambush, there are still twelve thousand warriors and militiamen in Shenshi City. With such a force, relying on the solid city walls, if they cannot hold on...
.
"What a pity! This time we go south, the mountains are rugged and difficult to navigate, and it's rainy season. We can't carry bronze cannons that can bombard the city walls..."
The black wolf sighed in his heart. The Guakili army advanced rapidly with light troops and attacked the Mixtecs during the rainy season. The entire army only carried one month's worth of food.
In order to maintain logistics, the 8,000 legion was divided into three branches and scattered across the valley to plunder. The food route for the army was difficult, and logistics had to be supplemented by looting along the way. Even arrows were very limited, not to mention those that could not be used in the rainy season.
Heavy bronze cannons. The city wall of Shenshi City is six or seven meters high. The defenders have sufficient troops and the morale of the defenders is strong. If the commander of the other side does not make serious mistakes, it will be difficult to defeat them.
"anything else?!"
"...Highland Mixtec are one with each other, and the nobles of Yunshan City in the south must have received the news. Although their reinforcements are not many, only one or two thousand people, they should arrive within a few days."
"Yunshan City? Two to three hundred miles south?..."
Hei Lang's eyes flashed and he glanced at the map on the board. Then, he pointed his finger toward the southwest.
"So, how will Lowland Mixtec and Mountain River City react?"
"This...how do I know this..."
"Um?"
"...Ah! Dear general, this time all the ministries are going north to contain the forces of the Mexican Alliance and rescue the Tlaxcala people. It is none other than the leader of Shanhe City and the nominal leader of the Mixtecs, the Goddess Yunchen (yuchi).
) convened.”
On the line between life and death, Andiwei's thoughts turned rapidly, bursting out with unprecedented wisdom and wisdom.
"The Tehuakan Valley was attacked, the Holy Stone City was in danger, and the Mountain and River City more than two hundred miles southwest would also be threatened. Not to mention the collapse of the Yunzhong Temple, the priests of all countries would be frightened and shaken! The leader of Yunchen will definitely be in Shanhe
In the city, gather all the warriors and withdraw the Mixtec legion that came out..."
Hearing this, Black Wolf nodded slightly. The Mixtec legions that came forward shrank with all their strength, and the major city-states gathered their troops to defend themselves. Naturally, the Mixtec people's restraint on the southern route army no longer existed.
"The warriors are gathering in Shanhe City. It takes time to mobilize. And before sufficient troops are gathered, the Mixtec warriors in the lowlands and coast may not take huge risks and risk their lives to come to the rescue..."
Speaking of this, Andiwe felt sad. The Mexica people in the north are getting stronger and stronger, conquering all directions, and they are invincible. Facing the terrifying northern tigers, when will the divided Mixtec birds be able to unite?
"Oh? There won't be a lot of reinforcements in a short period of time..."
Hei Lang narrowed his eyes, and some thoughts flashed through his mind. Then, with murderous intent on his face, he asked coldly.
"In the Tehuacan Valley, which tribes have the largest population and flat villages? Where are they located?"
"This...I..."
Andiwei shuddered. At this moment, he seemed to see endless fire and blood in the eyes of the Mexica commander.
"explain!"
"Ah! In the Tehuacan Valley, there are about a dozen villages with more than a thousand people. The largest villages even have tens of thousands of people. Their locations are..."
"Andiwei! You are a yellow bird that betrays the tribe!"
Hearing this, a middle-aged prisoner priest couldn't bear it any longer and roared angrily. He knew that Andiwe's next words must have the name of his tribe. And after knowing these villages, the cruel
There is no telling what the Mexica people will do. As for the yellow bird, it has an ominous sign in traditional mythology.
"Think of your glorious ancestors! The immortal Tiger Claw King is in the Kingdom of God, guarding our tribe! Look here again! This is the sacred Yunzhong Temple, the sanctuary where the gods focus!...An
Divi! In front of the supreme rain god statue, how could you do this and shame your ancestors and bloodline?! Aren't you afraid of the endless storm and divine punishment after death!"
"Um?"
Hei Lang's eyes sharpened, and when he heard the sound, he saw an extremely excited middle-aged priest. The priest wore a blue feather crown and seemed to have a high status. The priests and captives around him secretly focused on him.
Hearing the middle-aged priest's rebuke, Andiwei's face showed shame. He lowered his head, trembled all over, and was speechless for a moment.
"hehe!"
Killing intent appeared on Black Wolf's handsome face. He pulled out the bronze sword from his waist, took a step towards the middle-aged priest, and suddenly stopped. Then, he looked at the young Mixtec priest, and again
After sizing up the other person's expression of fear and shame, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up into a playful smile.
"who is he?"
"...Temple Priest Elder, Mountain God Descendant, Flower of Ita"
"Oh? It's another priest and elder. It seems that he is very dissatisfied with you."
Black Wolf smiled and nodded, patting Andiwei on the shoulder. Then, with a stern expression, he threw a sharp obsidian dagger at the young priest's feet with a "ding" sound.
"I said, I will give you a chance to convert to the Lord God! And now, it is the test of your belief in the Lord God!"
As he spoke, Black Wolf stretched out his hand and pointed mercilessly at the middle-aged priest opposite, the elder Eta whose hands were tied but still roaring.
"Andiwe! Right here, in front of the rain god, go over and kill him!"