Chapter 575: The Flower of Death, the Blood of the People in the Rain
The mountains are green and stretch from east to west, like the double shells of shellfish closing up, leaving only the narrow valley mouth in the northeast. At this moment, the hot wind comes from the south, passes over the bright red camp at the valley mouth, and floats to the vast mountains on both sides. In Mi On the mountains of the Stirk Highlands, there are towering jacaranda trees (Jada) and cuetlayochiti (cuetlayochiti), also known as poinsettias, all over the mountains and plains.
"In spring, blue flowers fall from the clouds. In autumn, red flowers bloom on the ground. They are all spiritual and avoid the hot summer!"
The summer wind blew, bringing with it a fishy smell as strong as the fragrance of flowers. Blossoms of blood spread inside and outside the mountain pass. Richie, the woodpecker, was covered in blood and stood on the wall at the entrance of the valley. His eyes were red, but his eyes were a little dazed. , like a woodpecker about to fall asleep, or like a coyote just opening its eyes.
"The priests of the Rain God taught us, ancient people of the rain, not to cut down a tree in the hot season. Because the sap of the tree will flow and torture the spirit of the tree... I once followed the Rain God's instructions. Teaching, that is the sacred me!”
The land of the Mixtecs is called Newzawi (?ui), which is the "land of the rain god". The Mixtecs themselves are called Newzawi (?ui), which is the "people of the rain". People in the Rain are devout believers in gods and believe that all things have animism. In their daily prayers, they will put "I" at the end of their prayers. This is to follow ancient teachings and express holiness and reverence.
"However, the hot summer is the season of death. The spring flowers have fallen and the autumn flowers have not bloomed. The boundless flowers of death bloom in the valley blessed by the rain god. Because God is also dead..."
Richie the Woodpecker murmured, his face flushed with the flush of the fight. His right hand held a red copper axe, and his left hand held the head of Shenshui Tribe leader, "Yunshui" Aqingo. The head was open. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of anger, unwillingness and despair. At this time, drops of blood fell from both of Richie's hands at the same time, falling on the wall at his feet, and soaking into the entire camp in front of him.
Looking around, the fence of the camp was opened by a copper axe. The wooden wall was covered with spears and arrows, and several gaps were broken. There were layers of corpses lying in the gaps in the wall. The corpses of warriors and militiamen were entangled randomly, twisted into different postures, and were trampled tightly into a ball by countless pairs of feet, no longer distinguishable from each other.
Hundreds of surrendered Shenshi City warriors were rummaging through the piles of corpses all over the camp with red eyes. As long as they saw the Shenshui warriors who were not yet dead, they would be merciless, aiming at the fragile necks and stabbing them. He took out the worn stone spear in his hand. In the past two hours, the soldiers of the Shenshui Department stabbed their comrades to death without hesitation.
The blood became more and more intense, mixed with the fragrance of summer flowers, and even a little sweet. A pool of blood was flowing from the heights of the camp to the lowlands in the north and south. Looking from a distance, the entire red camp looked like a A red Mixtec flower in full bloom, the delicate Cuitla Ochiti.
To the north of the village wall, there are thousands of Mexican warriors in a military formation. In the middle of the military formation, the flag of the Black Wolf is flying. At the front of the military formation, there are hundreds of spears with ferocious and terrifying heads stuck on them. More than a hundred headless corpses knelt under the spears, using the warm blood of the defeated soldiers to outline another flower of death.
To the south of the wall, more than a thousand Mixtec soldiers were chasing southward, chasing down the defeated Shenshui warriors. The number of warriors on both sides was roughly the same, but one side was screaming, howling, and waving spears.
, like a pack of wounded ferocious wolves; while the other side cried, howled, and dropped their hunting bows, like a herd of cowardly deer fleeing.
It is hard to imagine that just an hour ago, the same two groups of people were fighting in the camp, stabbing each other with spears. The warriors fell one after another, and the corpses piled up over the camp wall. The huge "wolf pack" was once defeated, but was defeated by a more ferocious
After being forced by the jaguars, under the leadership of the leader of the woodpecker, he burst out with courage and killed the enemy leader.
But now, when the brutal fight decided the winner, the "deer herd" instantly collapsed and lost all resistance. The battle that followed was only a one-sided massacre. So, the intertwined warm red colors were at the entrance of the valley.
Blooming in the south, slowly spreading, turning into another dead flower bush.
"It's the flower of death and it's Mixtec blood...all of it!"
Richie, the woodpecker, stood still, looking at the fertile valleys in the south with misty eyes. A corn harvest was in sight, and the fields were fragrant. The crowds fled in the farmland, trampling on the hope of harvest, and fell together with the corn. The pursuers were chasing
The surrender soldiers ran very fast, and the strong men they carried were even faster than the warriors of Shenshi City. At this moment, they were no longer pious and obedient people in the rain, but armed with weapons and converted to the Mexican god of war.
Wolf.
Not long after, when the evening sun set towards the west, sporadic firelights started to light up from the village of Shenshuibu. In the warm summer wind, there were faint shouts and the shrill wails of women.
Woodpecker Rich lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew that after tonight, the Tehuacan Divine Water Tribe, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, claims to be a descendant of gods, and has more than 10,000 mouths, will cease to exist. And all of this will cease to exist.
, it was all done by him, it was all done by the surrendered Mixtec soldiers!
"Woo~woo~Rain God...please...save...ah!"
Hearing the cries in the wind, the warriors of Shenshi City, who were killing with red eyes, finally regained some sense. The warrior captain Nuu (?uu) held a spear and came to the battalion commander Rich. He took a look
Qi held the leader's head in his hand. Thinking of the bravery of the opponent in battle, he slightly restrained his killing intent. Nuwu lowered his spear and lowered his head.
"Big Bird Chief, the commander of the Mexican Army said that all the spoils of the Divine Water Department belong to us!"
The warrior captain Nuwu raised his head and glanced at the wolf flag in the north in awe. The powerful Mexica army formation in the north did not move at all, and there was no movement to fight for the spoils. Seeing this, his reddish eyes filled with excitement.
He felt a strong desire and swallowed his saliva.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise the commander of Kang Gai's Mexican army! The Shenshui tribe occupies the divine spring and has always been very prosperous. Their descendants of the gods are aloof and never look down at the ordinary tribesmen... The leader, the pioneer warrior
We are having a good time, let’s go there quickly! Haha, I have never tasted the taste of the Saint of Guarding the Spring!..."
"Holy tears of the rain god, revered saintess guarding the spring..."
Hearing this, Woodpecker Rich opened his eyes suddenly. He had a complicated expression, and he looked at each other for a long time with the calm-looking warrior captain Nuwu.
There was a ruthless look on Nuwu's face, and greed flashed in his eyes. When he mentioned the supreme rain god, the reverence and fear he once had had disappeared. What was left was only the wildness of a wolf, which had just emerged from the rain.
Breaking free from the shackles of the people, it reveals the ferocity of the wilderness.
"Big Bird Boss?"
"Nuu... palm trees in the rain..."
Richie the woodpecker called in a low voice. The meaning of Nuu (?uu) is "rain tree", the tree in the rain. From the common name "tree", it can be seen that Nuu should belong to a small tribe.
He was born as a warrior. The title "Yu" was probably given by the priest of the tribe because of his bravery.
In the ancient traditional Mixtec society, a warrior like this from an ordinary background, no matter how good at fighting, can obtain the title of "Rain" and lead dozens of people, he is already at the top. Throughout his life, he is at most ordinary people.
The small nobles married into each other and barely squeezed into the upper echelons of the tribe. As for the high-ranking and extraordinary born divine woman, that was a no-brainer...
"Nuwu, in today's battle, the Mexicans pressed our battalion and attacked forward with all their might. If you take even half a step back, you will die. The head of the battalion of 3,000 people, more than 1,000 people were killed in the battle, and we finally finally succeeded.
Defeated the Shenshui Ministry!...The fighting is so brutal, are you still willing to continue fighting for the Mexica people?"
"Um?"
Hearing this, the warrior captain Nuwu shrank and looked around cautiously. There were only a dozen people around, all of them trusted warriors. Nuwu breathed a sigh of relief and asked solemnly in a low voice.
"Boss Rich, what do you mean? Do you have any plans?"
"...Although the Shenshui tribe is unruly, they are also an ancient tribe in the valley. They have guarded the sacred spring for generations and passed on the teachings of the Rain God. Although we people in the rain also fight against each other, we will never be like the Mexica people.
, extinguish the inheritance of divinity, sacrifice all descendants of gods, and even kill noble priests!..."
Richie the Woodpecker pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice. He was born into a small noble from the tribe. Although he was not a descendant of the gods, he also accepted the teachings of the priests. At this point in his fate, the temple in his heart had gradually collapsed, but the Mixtec nobles
The tradition still remains, which is the understanding of gods and tribes, and the subconscious recognition and compliance with the order of superiority and inferiority.
The warrior captain Nuwu thought for a while, but didn't quite understand what the battalion commander Richie meant. He glanced at the fire in the south, suppressed the surging desire in his heart, and asked cautiously.
"...Boss, there is still contact between you and Shenshi City?"
In Nuwu's view, no matter how powerful and invincible the Mexica army is, they will eventually leave. And if surrendered soldiers like them have a chance and a way out, they can stay in their hometown.
It is also an option. Of course, the premise is that there is a way out and there is no need to settle scores and settle the blood on their hands.
"...No."
Richie the Woodpecker was silent for a moment and shook his head. The owner of the family, Blue Snake Guku, was killed outside the city. Shenshi City lost three thousand elites and lost the Yunzhong Temple. These days, the chiefs and leaders in the city are probably scared out of their wits.
, and the troops in their hands were very limited. They just defended and waited for reinforcements from other city-states. They no longer cared about the tribes outside the city, let alone colluded with the surrender of troops.
"Then, is it Yunshan City in the south that gave you the promise?"
Hearing this, Richie the Woodpecker was silent again for a while, and shook his head. He knew that the reinforcements from Yunshan City had arrived in this area, and had also encountered the other party's scouts in the mountains. However, the opponent's number was small and they did not dare to go north, and they were not prepared to surrender.
The soldiers were very vigilant and resentful.
"...nor."
"Harm! Then what else do you say?"
The warrior captain Nuwu stamped his foot and raised his spear again. He glanced at the woodpecker head coldly and curled his lips in disdain.
"Big Bird Leader! In the Mixtec Army in Shenshi City, you were just a rain god warrior leading a hundred people, and I was just an ordinary leader of twenty! But now, in the martial Mexica Army, you are
A battalion captain of three thousand men, I am also a samurai captain of two hundred men!"
"In the Holy Stone City, the gods sit on high platforms and will not look at us. But with the Mexica Legion, we can trample the gods under our feet and suppress the ladies under us!
In fact, this is just the beginning! The Tlaxcala warriors in the army returned very early, and many of them were recruited into the regular army of Mexica because of their military exploits, and were granted titles and titles for the same military exploits!..."
"...Boss, we are all ants in the rain now. After leaving the nest, there is no way out! If we can live for one day, we will live happily for one day! If we die in battle and the rain god doesn't want us, we will
Go see the God of War!...Ouch!..."
After shouting this call, Captain Nuwu didn't look back, and ran towards the village of Shenshui Department with a bloody spear. As he ran, he howled like a wolf, and under the red sunset,
On the bloody field, run towards the red fire.
Dozens of Shenshi City warriors followed him, howling excitedly and wildly together. They couldn't wait and pounced on the villages of the Shenshui Tribe, like tigers and wolves pounced on their prey.
Looking at this scene, Richie the Woodpecker felt a little confused. He looked at the dark mountains on both sides, at the blood red blooming in front and behind, and at the gradually boiling killing and fire.
"Where am I? Is this the Mixtec Highlands, which has been inherited for three thousand years, is rich and orderly? Or is it the legendary desolate, vast, wild and cruel northern wasteland?..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The setting sun slowly sets, and the sunset spreads across the horizon. There are only dozens of Mixtec guards left in the dilapidated mountain pass camp after the war. Other warriors and militiamen
, all disappeared into the valley in the south, joining in the unbridled plundering. The surrender camp was not long established, and the only ones who were truly loyal to the battalion commander Rich and could withstand the desire to kill were these dozens of personal guards.
They looked at each other and waited for a long time before someone finally spoke.
"Battal Commander? We?..."
"Hoo!~Oooh!..."
Richie took a long breath and howled like a wolf. He seemed to shout out the soul in his chest and inhale a new wolf soul. Then he pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.
Turn around and leave.
"Let's go too!"
"Ah? Battalion Commander, that's the north!"
"Well. Let's go and see the Mexica commander. I have some suggestions on army reorganization that I would like to mention. And in this army, the only one who really has the final say is Commander Black Wolf!...
.As for you, if you want to go south to plunder, you can go yourself."
"..."
The guards looked at each other and hesitated in their steps. But in the end, they still held their weapons and followed the battalion commander who was brave and unusual. Behind them, the setting sun fell into the sky, and the bright red was submerged in darkness.
, covering up the killings of the Mixtecs, and the wild flames in the south gradually disappeared behind the camp.
Soon, a little bonfire appeared in front of them. The patrolling warriors were wearing armor and holding bronze soldiers, with the unique Mexica chill. A dark wolf flag fluttered in the night wind.
The giant black wolf raised its head and stood alone, looking up at the pure moonlight in the sky and looking down at the new-born firelight at its feet. In the eyes of this black wolf, there was no remnant enemy in the north, nor the so-called killing in the south. It just followed the direction of the western sun.