It's past noon, but the sky is still gloomy, which makes people feel heavy.
Avitt was not affected by the weather. He stood majestically outside the camp, looking at the open door and the commander lying on the ground in surrender, with a slight curve in his mouth.
He gave a majestic order and did not bother with the simple warrior lying on the ground, but asked his personal guards to take care of him. Then, thousands of jaguar warriors led tens of thousands of warriors, fully armed, and entered through the village gate. They guarded the city gate, and then
Quickly occupy the key points of the camp, and finally disarm the warriors in the camp and gather them together.
The commander of the legion surrendered, the command flag of the legion fell to the ground, the compatriot warriors with superior strength [5200 www.bqg5200.co] entered the stronghold, and the king's flag appeared!
The eight thousand warriors in the camp were already shaken, and now they did not resist. They surrendered directly to Tratoani's guard of honor and Montezuma's staff. The battle stopped at the last moment, and the camp changed hands in peace.
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It wasn't until he was sure that the army had completely taken control of the Xilotepec camp that Avit entered the camp with high spirits.
He stood on a high watchtower and loudly promised the captured warriors:
"...I forgive your crime of resisting the new king because you did not know about the change of throne in advance. You have made great achievements in guarding against the Otomi people! I will express my gratitude to the warriors who have made great achievements in the past few months.
Generous rewards will be given: the best one thousand warriors will be given cotton cloth and cocoa, the best one hundred senior warriors will become military nobles, and the top ten nobles will be given the land of Chinampa!..."
The prisoners' emotions quickly calmed down during the speech.
Finally, Avitt impassionedly made the most important promise: "I will end the war within a month and let all the warriors go home! Go home, go back to the beautiful capital city on the lake! Go back to the beautiful Mexico.
state!"
With the shouts of going home, the camp burst into cheers. Whether it was the eight thousand captured regiments, the twenty thousand warriors who followed, or even the militiamen in the camp, everyone cheered excitedly and hugged each other.
Soon, under deliberate guidance, the cheers that resounded throughout the camp turned into a deafening slogan: "Go home! Go home! Follow the Grand Tratoani Avit! Go home! Go home! Follow the Grand Trato
Toani avit!”
Shulot smiled lightly and looked happily at the boiling camp in front of him. This speech was his suggestion.
In the confrontation just now, the young man could clearly see that the morale of the warriors was very low, both in the army outside the camp and the guards inside the camp.
This war has lasted for nearly a year and a half. With the attack of the Otomi and the failure of the siege of Otopan, the warriors saw no hope of victory.
Their hearts have been filled with the longing for returning home. Putting forward the slogan of withdrawing troops and ending the war can win over the hearts of the samurai to the greatest extent in the shortest time. This will save the most energy for the next final battle!
In the Nahuatl language, Tratoani is the name for the king, which means "the talker". The great Tratoani is the "big talker". The great Tratoani can be understood as "the great one"
"Monarch", or the great chief of the alliance, is higher than Tratoani, just as the emperor of Zhou is higher than the princes and kings.
Proposing this concept is certainly not so arrogant as to appoint oneself as the co-leader of the Mexican tribes. This is just the necessary psychological preparation for the subsequent military operation against Tisoc.
Shulot looked around with pride at the boiling warriors and militiamen in the camp. Then he saw the simple warrior who was being guarded in the corner. With a slight thought, the young man took a closer look at the simple warrior's face.
The warrior was probably in his early thirties, and he was not too old. He had high cheekbones, a pointed chin, a wide forehead, and a thin face. He looked like an ape. He was far less genetically good and handsome than the great aristocrat Ketoko.
His face was weathered, and his temperament was as simple as that of a farmer. He was obviously not born into a noble family. And a pair of underturned eyebrows made him look a little more sad. Only a pair of shrewd and translucent eyes showed flexibility in their flashes.
and wisdom.
At this time, the simple warrior was listening to Avitt's speech. His expression changed rapidly according to the content, and he obviously had a deep understanding. Finally, when he heard the cheers of the crowd, he couldn't help but sigh and simply lay flat on the ground.
, with his face pressed against the dirt on the ground, without any samurai demeanor.
Shulot watched quietly, thoughtfully.
After the speech, Avitt went to the Chinese army's tent in the camp surrounded by generals. Although it seemed that the warriors had returned home, the precautions that should be taken were indispensable.
First, all battalion- and legion-level officers were put under centralized custody, regardless of whether they were direct descendants of Tisoke. Then, Avitt allocated some supplies from the logistics supplies and rewarded them to outstanding warriors and military nobles in each army, and continued
Winning the morale of the army. Finally, he sent loyal family officers to join each battalion and serve as key commanders.
Shulot was also on the side, learning how to manage and organize an army.
After sorting out the most important military affairs and having the army firmly in his hands, Avitt finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he remember something and ordered in a low voice: "Bring over the surrendered commander!"
Soon, the simple warrior lowered his head and was brought in by two strong jaguar warriors. Only then did Xilot realize that the warrior was thin and not tall. He probably didn't keep up with his nutrition when he was young.
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Avitt was still in the majestic king's attire. He gently moved the end of the staff to the stone base, and made a clear and unique sound.
The elite warriors quickly fell silent. Then everyone's eyes fell on the simple warriors.
The simple warrior raised his head slightly, then knelt on the ground respectfully and said a courtesy: "Kuluka, the noble military noble, pays tribute to the noble brother of the king. I wish you good military fortune."
Avitt had no expression on his face and did not make any response to Kuruca's words. He also did not arrange any kind of attack. Because for ordinary military nobles who were born as civilians, if they said they wanted to be killed, they would just drag them out and kill them without any impact.
The big picture.
Shulot knew very well that Kuruka's life and death at this time only depended on Avitt's thoughts, and too many forms seemed meaningless.
"When you first saw Ketoko's command flag, why didn't you open the gate?" Avitt said directly, his handsome face full of the majesty and indifference of God.
"I found that the number of warriors is wrong. Although they are all 20,000 people, Ketoko cannot have so many warriors, and there is even an elite thousand jaguar battle group." Kuruka obviously knew his situation,
Answer respectfully and honestly.
"Why are you sure Tisoke is not dead? Did he send you a messenger?" The "god" on the stone throne continued to ask.
"I didn't receive a message from King Tisok." Kuruca glanced at Avitt's expression from the corner of his eye, but couldn't tell anything.
He could only continue to answer carefully: "However, if King Tisoke dies, Your Highness, you will officially succeed the king. You only need to send a commander to the Xilotepec camp, such as His Excellency Ketoko.
There is no need to condescend to come here to take over the command of the legion."
"Even if you come in person, there is no need to display the command flag of Ketoko first, just show the royal flag. As long as there is accurate news from King Tisoke and the accompanying and endorsement of the chief priests, your status is indispensable.
Shaken."
"But you decided to hide in Lord Ketoko's army, and Lord Ketoko behaved strangely. This can only prove one thing."
"What's the matter?" Avitt's voice rose slightly.
Shulot also watched curiously. As expected, Kuruca was indeed very smart.
"You are an enemy...rival, not our friendly force, and you are preparing to capture the Xilotepec camp. The purpose of capturing this place is naturally to deal with the living King Tisok." Kuruca glanced forward secretly again.
Take a look.
Avitt narrowed his eyes slightly, like a jaguar before hunting.
"So you are loyal to Tisoke and think I am a rebel?" A plain voice sounded without any emotion.
Kuruca fell to the ground with a frightened sound, his head pressed tightly against the ground. "No, I am just a civilian-born military aristocrat. I have never been favored by King Tisoke. I can temporarily serve as the commander of the legion, but I am just a comrade-in-arms."
Their trust and recognition. How can a humble person like me have the right to comment on the superiority of the royal family."
Avitt didn't speak, just let Kuruka lie on the ground. After a long time, until sweat seeped out of Kuruka's forehead, he asked again in a deep voice.
"Kuluka, why did you refuse to open the door at first, then opened the door and surrendered?"
This time, Kuruca did not dare to peek forward. He continued to lie on the ground and replied: "At the beginning, I was a little ignorant and confident. I felt that even if I faced 20,000 warriors, with my talents and relying on the wall, I could still defend the city.
The big camp.
But later, when your king's flag was raised and the supreme scepter was raised high, the military morale in the camp was shaken violently. The warriors were full of doubts about the battle, and I was a little unsure. When your warrior with a big bow
I started shooting, and it hit the wood more than an inch at a distance of more than 100 meters. I was convinced that the camp could not be defended! No samurai could survive this kind of shooting.
Since I can't hold on, no matter how much damage I cause to your army, it's meaningless to me, and it's also harmful to the soldiers who trust me. It's better to simply surrender and bet that you are a tolerant, great, kind and wise person.
Your Highness."
After saying the last sentence, Kuruca couldn't help but glance at Avitt secretly, but Shulot looked at him squarely.
Avitt was silent for a moment, and then there was a chill in his voice: "It seems, Kuruka, you have no loyalty to the royal family. Today, you can betray Tisoke outright. Tomorrow, you will also not hesitate.
betray me!"
Having said this, a smile appeared on Avitt's cold face, but there was an unconcealable murderous intent in his eyes: "I will give you one last chance to convince me to become my subordinate. Otherwise, you will go to the Kingdom of God!"
There was a deathly silence in the big tent, and all the generals were as silent as a cicada. This is the king's supreme majesty and the power to decide everything.
Kuruca lay tightly on the ground, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. Big beads of sweat kept dripping from his neck, and soon wet the ground.
Shulot looked at the simple warrior on the ground. He hesitated and wanted to plead for Kuruka.
But when he looked at Avitt's familiar yet unfamiliar majestic face again, his heart trembled, and he could no longer utter any words of pleading.
"This is supreme power." In his heart, the young man sighed softly.