The setting sun reflects the red sky, and the warmth soaks into the earth. Between the sky and the earth, there are tall wooden poles, tied hair, and densely packed heads. More than 800 pairs of wide-open eyes, staring in mid-air, gathered into
From a distance, they look like "dandelions" fluttering in the wind.
The dandelions cast the eyes of the dead and looked unwillingly at the sky and the earth. These eyes fell on the sky and turned into deep red clouds all over the sky. When they fell on the ground, they were tens of thousands of prostrate figures. Those figures cowered, trembled, and crouched.
, cried, and also exposed in despair.
Now, the dignity, order and tradition of all tribes have been smashed to pieces by the copper axes of the Prepecha warriors, leaving only the fear engraved in the bone marrow and completely numb obedience.
The brutal prosecution lasted for half a day, and the subsequent executions were extremely neat. More than twenty hidden noble warriors were finally exposed by the desperate moth people, as well as hundreds of men who participated in the riot. Then, under the witness of the sunset,
, the remaining more than 800 prisoners, whether they were Trask nobles, warriors or moth people, were all pushed to the ground by the spear warriors and executed one by one!
The copper ax was swung, the head was hanging high, the bright red flowed freely, the wailing was harsh and then disappeared. When the sun set in the west, a group of crows screamed in the sky, and the square in the center of Babai Town fell into silence, without any potential resistance anymore.
Pimen, the commander of the spear battalion, was holding the curled-edged axe, panting slightly. There was a strong smell of blood in his nose, and his eyes were red, like the wolfhound of death. He scanned hundreds of headless corpses and looked at them with fear.
The sobbing prisoners. After a while, Pimen exhaled, faced the emblem of the Lord God, and lowered his head.
"Praise the Lord God! She casts black eyes from the bloody sky! She takes away the souls of sacrifices, conducts the final judgment, and blesses the devout people!"
Loud praises sounded in front of the altar of the main god. The spear warriors' uniforms were stained with blood, and they were filled with murderous intent. They prayed to the emblem of the main god. They had just carried out the trial and execution, and their eyes were full of blood and determination.
Pious, as if ready to devote oneself to the gods at any time.
After a while, the warriors finished their prayers of sacrifice and the consolation of their souls. Pimen straightened his spine again. He looked at the tens of thousands of trembling captives and gave a sharp order.
"Disperse them, and abolish all the original group leaders! Reorganize into a small team of twenty people. A competition will be held among the small teams, and the leader and deputy leader will be selected based on their bravery!"
After the prisoners rioted, Pimen thought for a long time. He made up his mind to completely break up the prisoners and dissolve all the traditional hierarchies within the tribe.
A team of twenty people is exactly the capacity of a new catamaran canoe. The two team leaders, the captain and the mate, correspond to the two catamaran boats. More importantly, "twenty" means the fingers and toes put together
The number is also the largest number that ordinary tribal people can recognize!
After a while, under the command of the spear warrior, the fearful and obedient prisoners were divided into teams of twenty. Then, in each team, a simple wrestling competition began to select the two strongest.
"The team leader and deputy team leader are responsible for managing the people under their command. Regardless of their origins, they are the leaders of the twenty people! They are also the team leaders recognized by the kingdom and can talk directly to the kingdom's warriors!"
Pimon watched for a moment and nodded with satisfaction. After selecting the team leaders, the prisoners formed a new team. The kingdom warriors did not need to deal with individual tribesmen, they only needed to go to the team leaders. In fact, during the previous escort
, the internal management of the captives by the samurai was basically nothing.
"Very good! Let the team leaders have their foreheads tattooed with the emblem of the Lord God!"
Upon hearing this, the war priests accompanying the army walked out of the team. They took out sharp obsidian daggers, deeply carved the pattern of a sun hummingbird on the forehead of the selected prisoner, and then applied sterilizing blue dye.
Tattoos are usually a treatment that can only be obtained by senior warriors of the tribe. As for the sacred emblem of the main god, not everyone is qualified to have it engraved.
In various tribes on the northern plateau, this kind of face tattooing ceremony does not have any insulting meaning, and is even a rare honor. This kind of face tattooing ceremony cannot be compared with the face tattooing of the Celestial Dynasty.
The red sun slowly set, and the mountain wind blew mightily. Under the supervision of the spear warriors, the selection of team leaders and the tattooing of priests were progressing. Pimon stood in front of the altar of the main god, looking at the sacred symbols.
, silently thinking. He thought for a while, then turned around, walked towards the two captains of the expedition team, and bowed his head.
"Dear hereditary nobleman Puap, expedition leader Chihuaco, God bless you!"
"God bless you! Respected military noble Pimon!"
The two of them were respectful and returned the salute in unison. Having seen the execution scene just now, Huitu Puap's attitude was better than ever before.
"Two captains, as you just saw... I executed the rebels and killed all the hidden poisonous snakes. Now, the prisoners have been dispersed and a new team leader has been elected. These methods are all
I learned this from Captain Ezpan over the years."
When Pimon said this, he paused. There was still some worry in his resolute expression.
"It's just that by breaking up the captives and disintegrating the tribe, resistance may be reduced. But there is still a long way to go, so how can we reduce the escape of captives?..."
"Um..."
Puap touched his chin and was silent. He subconsciously looked at Chihuaco, but the other party lowered his eyes and remained silent... Puap shook his head secretly.
"Hey! This old guy is so soft-hearted! It seems that we can't count on him for this kind of problem. But, after going through so much along the way, I have some ideas..."
Thinking of this, Puap grinned and answered confidently.
"God bless you, Captain Pimon, this is easy to handle!"
"Oh? Dear noble noble of dust, please give me some advice!"
"On the way here, I heard that His Majesty has set an upper limit for the death of captives. At most, only 20% can die?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes! Your Majesty has been inspired by the gods and has always been kind...but these rebels have launched a riot and must be severely punished! Witness the Lord God! The warriors have been very restrained.
Already..."
"Witness the Lord God! Commander Pimon, the journey is long and the number of warriors in custody is limited. If you want to reduce the number of escapes, you must train the prisoners to bite each other like a dog! You have chosen the leader of twenty people. This is very important.
Okay. Next, it’s best to put the power and threat of execution on their heads!”
"Huh? What do you mean?..."
"There are twenty days in January, and there are four unlucky days for death. If a team of twenty prisoners is allowed to die, four of them are allowed to die! The leader of the team selected is the two strongest, that is, the leader of the twenty.
Wolf. The alpha wolf is in charge of everything in the pack, and so are the two leaders!"
"Give the two most ferocious team leaders a stone spear and a dagger, which can easily suppress their subordinates! From now on, they will not only be in charge of their subordinates' food and property, but also their subordinates' life and death.
! No matter how they squeeze, bully, beat, or even execute their tribesmen, the warriors will turn a blind eye and acquiesce in their actions!"
Speaking of this, Puap's eyes flashed with a fierce light like a wolf. This is the most naked law of the jungle, giving the two selected leaders of the Tlaxcala team a higher privilege than ordinary prisoners and the ability to control the life and death of their men.
Power has since become the pawn of samurai management.
"Ah?! The selected team leader becomes the alpha wolf in charge of the life and death of his subordinates?"
Pi Meng was startled and asked in surprise.
"But, His Majesty said, the casualties can only be 20% at most..."
"Then tell them! No matter how you deal with it, you can only kill four at most! Every time they stop in a village, the samurai will do a final count. Those who died on the road in each team or those who escaped. Once the number exceeds four, two teams will be counted.
head, be beheaded and executed!..."
"Tell the leaders of the team that if there are really not enough people, they can capture the escaped prisoners, capture the savages they encounter, or find a way to get over from other surplus teams!... In any case, the kingdom's warriors can only
Look at the heads! As long as you bring the captives under your command according to the number...all the team leaders can be given priority to become militiamen in the villages where the prisoners are placed, or even become the leaders of the flag team's small tents, and continue to be superior to others!"
Puap's words were like the low howl of a wolf, echoing in the heart of Captain Pimon. And around the two men, there were the shouts and cries of the prisoners, like the low cry of a deer.
"The wolf and the deer, the warrior and the captive...the wolf among the deer, catching the fleeing deer..."
Pi Meng frowned, thought for a while, and then nodded in admiration.
"Respected Gray Earth Noble, your suggestion makes a lot of sense! By dividing the prisoners into new ranks and letting the leader of the team act as the alpha wolf, we can keep an eye on the prisoners for the warriors. However, I have no right to prioritize the last one.
The decision must be made by the legion commander. And the first few points, the power and threat of execution..."
Battalion Commander Pimen held the copper ax tightly, grinned, and thanked him sincerely.
"I'll go and deal with it right away. After I've settled the matter of the captives, I'll hold a dinner party tonight to cleanse you of your troubles! ... Apart from anything else, the snake-born noblewoman among the captives is also here.
Smooth as a snake and sure to please!”
"Haha! Thank you Lord God, thank you!"
Speaking of this, the two warriors from Patzcuaro grinned at the same time, extremely happy. On this bloody evening, they decided the life and death of tens of thousands of Tlaxcala people, and also decided the next ten or so people.
What happened to the captives. In their hands, they held both the blood-stained copper ax and the talisman of the Lord God, which was placed above the human body.
In this fertile land, Prepecha's loyal warriors followed His Majesty's footsteps and finally became the new conquerors. A steady stream of wealth, land and population came from the conquests and provided for the kingdom.
The military machine is injected with fuel. As long as wars and victories continue, the loyalty of the warriors will not change at all!
