The palace community of the Holy City priests is divided into two floors. The guards on the ground floor wear animal helmets, yellow robes, and battle clothes with jaguar and eagle patterns. The white-robed deacons wear solid-colored cloaks or waistcoats and come and go.
Holding a wooden board with an image painted on it.
The three of them climbed up the granite steps to the second floor of the palace complex, and walked in front of an extremely tall palace. Shulot vaguely heard the sound of fierce arguments coming from the palace. There seemed to be "war" in the sound.
and "Otomi".
At the entrance of the palace, there is a huge colorful curtain. In the center of the curtain is the unusually tall Sun God, God of War, and Mexica's patron saint Huitzilopochtli, with his head held high and his head held high.
The main god of the Sika Alliance! Long dark green feathers cover the back half of the main god's body, radiating around like the sun.
Beside the curtain at the palace door are two guards wearing wolf heads and black robes.
One of them cast a questioning look at Acap. Acap pointed at Orosh and Xiulote, and then pointed to the right. The guard nodded clearly, and through the gap in the wolf's mouth,
Giving Xurot a toothy "ferocious" smile. Xurot rolled his eyes, but this was the guard he had known since childhood, named Hervé. Next to him, Orosh was very worried, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
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The guard let them go, and Acap took the two of them to the palace on the right. Shulot thought about it and asked in a low voice.
"Priests and elders, what are you discussing in the main temple?"
"Don't worry. You'll know later!"
Acap smiled and did not answer. He seemed to have something on his mind all of a sudden.
The curtains flew and the corridor extended. After a while, the three of them came to a solemn side hall. At the door of the side hall, there was also a giant curtain, with a god with hands raised above it. The god only had a human-like figure.
The dog-like head is looking up at the sky. It also has a bright red tongue, dark black feathers and a crown. The slightly crouching movement seems to be about to jump up from the bright red throne at any time and fly towards the sky.
This is the god of thunder and death, the god of night stars who escorts the sun, Shulotel, and the twin brother of Quetzalcoatl.
The guards in the side hall were much more enthusiastic and asked questions one after another.
"Xiao Shulot, are you back? How was this hunting? Is there any blood? Did you capture any prisoners?"
Xiulote nodded without saying anything. He just kept silent and followed the deacon Akapu forward.
Everyone entered the side hall and faced a low stone table with a wooden board on it. A burly man in his thirties was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing a painted red robe and a dark green feather crown.
There is a silver ring on his wrist. He is holding a wooden pen with a tip made of tough hair. He is dipping it in black paint and tracing two patterns on the wooden board like writing or painting.
Shulot took two steps forward and looked at the square pattern in front, which was a shield and a club. The square pattern in the back was a corpse wrapped in a white cloth. He had learned writing from the man in front of him and knew
The meanings of these two hieroglyphs are exactly "war" and "death"!
The burly man raised his head, revealing a resolute face with clear outlines. He had deep eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, and a confident look. The man's eyes were bright and focused, first falling on Shulot, and the corners of his mouth were outlined.
A smile. Then, he looked at Acap again and nodded. Finally, he looked at Orosh behind him, and laughed loudly.
"Welcome back, my warrior! Welcome to you too, my son! You have come back at the right time."
The man stood up suddenly, revealing his tall muscular body. Then he spread his arms in a welcoming gesture.
"The war is about to begin!"
"Good news, Captain Shusok! When? Who should we fight?"
Orosh also raised his arms in return and asked excitedly and surprised.
"A few days ago, a messenger came from Tenochtitlan, bringing an order from the new Tratoani: The king wants us to start mobilizing! Next month, the coronation war will begin. And the target of the conquest,
It’s the Otomi people in the northwest, because the Otomi people refused to pay tribute to the alliance.”
The burly Shusok smiled brightly and exchanged arms with Orosh. Then, he glanced at Shulot and asked in a deep voice.
"Olos, how was this capture?"
"I took Shulot and the newcomers to visit the Huastecs in the north and captured dozens of canine savages. The Huastecs were quite respectful and had plenty of food. It seems that the Northeast
Fang won’t have any big problems recently.”
Jaguar Orosh thought for a while and added.
"Xulot's physical fitness and martial arts are both good. In this operation, he killed a quasi-soldier. That's right, he has too many questions and wants to know everything!"
At this point, Olosh grimaced, shook his head and sighed.
"There are some numbers and truths. How can I, a fighting warrior, answer them!"
"Haha! Being able to stump my number one warrior commander, it seems that this boy has made a lot of progress."
Shusok laughed and patted Shulot's head. Well, it hurt a little.
"Captain, are the city-states planning to send troops this time? How many troops will they send?"
"Of course, as a relative of the king and a branch of the royal family, our Holy City will definitely send troops to respond! As for the specific amount of troops, the priests and elders have been discussing it all morning, and they should know it when the high priest comes back. But the king has already
It was announced that Tenochtitlan would mobilize 3 elite Chichipili, which is a regiment of 8,000 people. Texcoco and Tlacopan would each mobilize 1 elite regiment, and then the villages under the three cities would mobilize 5
A civilian regiment."
"What! A total of 10 8,000-man regiments will be mobilized in the three cities of the capital, which is 80,000 people?"
Hearing this, young Shulot took a breath, 80,000 soldiers?
"Oh, Shulot's mathematics is really good!"
Orosh praised him with some surprise on his face.
"Counting other city-states who have responded... When the rainy season is about to come, the king wants to mobilize an army of 100,000 people to go to the north to gnaw at the mountain cities of the Otomi people? This is not a wise choice."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes! This choice is not a good one."
The burly Shusok put away his smile and nodded slowly.
"In Sarco State in the lake area, at least two regiments can be mobilized. Then, in the south, Vacitepec and Kuonavac, that is, Alpine City and Salt Lake City, each have one regiment. In the north, Weipuch
Telan, that is, the two regiments near Xiajin City, are expected to be recruited. Tepanicapan, Tolocan, Lachico... in the west, namely Sourwood City, Jinshan City, and Sun City, can produce at least 4
As for the east, in order to prevent the Tlaxcalans from moving, there should be 20 regiments of 8,000 people."
"Of course, at least half of these 20 8,000-man regiments are militiamen who will be responsible for the logistics of the army. And those actually on the front line are only ten regiments of warriors at most. I estimate that there should be 70,000 to 80,000 warriors on the front line.
, nearly 100,000 civilians are responsible for logistics."
"Captain, there is definitely nothing to worry about on the frontal battlefield. Even if all the city-states of the Otomi people send reinforcements, there will only be only 70,000 to 80,000 people, and at least half of them will be militiamen. Their combat effectiveness is no match for our elite warriors.
Fabi!”
Speaking of this, Orosh patted his chest confidently. That was a senior Jaguar warrior, a guarantee of fighting on the battlefield!
"However, this long-distance expedition requires food consumption of nearly 200,000 people! The food supply for the frontline warriors depends on transportation from the rear. In such a humid rainy season, the food consumed every day is countless, and the food lost
It’s definitely not in the minority!”
"The Otomi villages in the north have always been poor and cannot plunder much food. Once the Otomi people hide in the city-state and the war drags on...then we will be in trouble!"
"Olos, you are right. This is also where I am worried!"
Shusoke subconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched his son Shulot's face. The boy's face twitched, well, it still hurt.
"But the Huastec tribes in the northeast provide a large amount of tribute every year. It is neither reasonable nor beneficial to attack them. The city-state alliance of the Yunzhong tribes in the south has been relatively respectful in recent years. They are also colluding with each other and throwing
If you put a stone in it, it will definitely create a pool of ripples!"
"The Kingdom of Tarasco in the west is very powerful. We were defeated in the past two years. Not to mention the Tlaxcalans in the east. If they want to fight, they must mobilize all of them to fight a life-and-death battle. The nobles of the alliance
, I’m not ready yet. After all the calculations, the king probably has no choice but to choose the weaker Otomi people from the north!”
"Ha! In the end, it's better to bully the weak and fear the strong."
Hearing this, Orosh was dissatisfied.
"As the king of the alliance, how can he not have the heart of a warrior? In a martial alliance, without the determination of the commander and the courage of the warriors, how can he convince the people?"
At this point in his sermon, Orosh paused, then lowered his voice,
"Captain, the prestige of the new king has not yet been established. If he makes up his mind and musters up the courage to fight against his old enemy the Tlaxcalans or the powerful Tarascos...even if he is defeated, the nobles will not
What complaints can there be? Because, before the battle, no one had any expectation of victory!"
"However, he has now decided to fight the weak and cunning Otomi people. The benefits that can be gained from this war are not big, and the expectations of the nobles are high... Not to mention defeated, even if they win less
, it will also make everyone feel dissatisfied!..."
After hearing this analysis, Shusoke was convinced. He smiled and nodded in approval.
"Olos, my warrior! With your talents, you are more than enough to be the leader of an elite warrior group!"
"Haha! It's a pity that our city-state doesn't have eight thousand warriors for me to lead!"
Hearing this, Orosh laughed, not modest at all, just joking easily.
"Don't worry! It will happen in the future, I promise!"
After Shusok said this, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time, boldly and cheerfully.
The hall was deep and the curtains were flying. The young man Shulot was sitting in the hall and was listening in a trance when he saw Akap walking in from outside the hall. He didn't know when he went out.
The young deacon Akapu smiled and whispered to everyone.
"Captain Shusoke, the high priest has finished the elders' meeting. Now, he is on his way over!"
