At noon the next day, the sun was warm and bright. Shulot was wearing a priest's robe, sitting on the mini pyramid beside the palace, looking up at the magnificent Moon Pyramid in front of him.
The decision of the priesthood has spread throughout the city-state and nearby villages, and the decision to send troops cannot be shaken! Today is the day for mobilization speeches, used to inspire the morale of warriors and militiamen.
Shulot looked at the tall Moon Pyramid, where his grandfather Shulot was dressed in a full set of high priest attire weighing tens of kilograms, with golden light shining in all directions.
The Pyramid of the Moon has a special meaning to Shulot, it is the place where everything changed.
Staring at the Moon Pyramid, the dazzling light made him feel like he was awake from a dream, sinking into some distant memories. It was a memory of the "past", even though it had begun to blur.
In that memory, he was a young man born in the 1990s who loved history and geography. He was full of curiosity about ancient American civilizations and had played the role of the Aztec in Civilization and Continental Storm countless times. When he was 25 years old, he finally had the opportunity to travel to Teotihuacan, Mexico, and secretly climbed the Pyramid of the Moon at night.
That night, he sat on the ruins of the temple on the top of the tower. There was no light in the surroundings, and the darkness surrounded him like ink.
The Milky Way is vast and boundless, and coincidentally, the Leonid meteor shower, which occurs once in ten years, is falling. On a whim, the young man made a wish loudly to the shooting star: "I would like to go back in time, lead the destroyed Indian civilization to rise again, defeat the invading European colonists, and turn America into the America of Indians!"
Before he finished speaking, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground. His consciousness turned into a beam of white light, followed by infinite dizzy movements and rapid color changes. When he woke up again, he could no longer see the world. He could only vaguely feel the situation around him. He was still in the ancient city of Teotihuacan, but there was a lot of life everywhere.
He wandered in the hazy world with no purpose or direction. He just came to a remote hut based on his feeling, where there was a huge attraction.
He passed through the wall and felt two lives connected together. One was a weak stray light, and the other was a colorless dot. Based on his feeling, he plunged into the colorless dots. White light flashed for an instant, and his consciousness was blurred.
The next time you wake up is accompanied by a piercing cry that seems to come from yourself? He opened his eyes and saw a low roof and two faces that looked both happy and sad. Black hair, yellow skin, and a stooped figure cast a huge shadow in the moonlight, covering his small body.
The sadness finally replaced the joy, and he stopped crying, but he heard another suppressed cry, and a rickety figure suddenly straightened up and hugged him out of the room.
The crying gradually faded away, and the baby's brain could not support his excessive thinking. He felt himself being carried to a pond, and then the water gradually covered him. He just traveled through time and became an abandoned baby?
The young body was coughing violently and couldn't breathe. It seemed that he heard new cries around him. His consciousness gradually blurred, and his newborn body no longer felt conscious. When he woke up again, he turned into a white light without vision.
This time he stopped wandering around. After recognizing the scale of the building, we slowly drifted towards the most prosperous and huge center, resisting the occasional attraction from around us. He wandered around the center of the ancient city, and finally felt a new attraction in the bustling palace society, so he once again devoted himself to the colorless dots.
When I woke up again, I was accompanied by my own crying and uncontrollable laughter. The baby opened his eyes and saw a young and burly man holding himself up with both hands. He wears a feather crown, an upright body, and a white cotton robe. A resolute face, also with black hair and yellow skin.
The roof is high and decorated with colorful characters and scenery. There was a circle of people sitting on their knees, grinning but making no sound. There was also a young woman lying on the bed, but she was smiling with tears.
Soon, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes and a stone crown came in a hurry, spread his legs, looked at his little dots and laughed happily, and then said something incomprehensible loudly. One word was repeated several times. The people around also repeated this word, vaguely saying: "Xulot!".
From then on, he had a new name, Shulot.
The middle-aged man in the memory is now standing on a high platform, his face has aged with time. Only the dazzling golden light illuminated the crowd below. Nobles, warriors, and civilians came from all directions and gathered under the pyramid to listen to the divine message relayed by the high priest.
"Sun God, God of War, the people protected by Huitzilopochtli. The blood of Huitzilopochtli, the new Tratoani brings the order of the gods, asking you to take up arms and join the king's sacred army. The coronation war, to capture the gods’ chosen sacrifices, the weak Otomi people of the north.”
The majestic voice was relayed by the priests from the Moon Pyramid layer by layer, getting louder and louder, and finally covered the entire square, and also shocked Shulot from his memories.
"Twelve rainy seasons have passed since the last holy war and the great sacrifice. The sun of the Fifth Age has made an agreement with us. He needs thousands of hearts to maintain the light in the sky, otherwise the sun will go out. Everything will wither. Now it’s time to sacrifice again!
The earth under our feet, Sipactli, has also made an agreement with us. He makes corn grow and nurtures all things, and we repay with blood, otherwise the grain harvest will fail. The earth thirsts for blood!
The world is in balance, and the god of war maintains its movement. Each of you knows that as the population of the city-state increases, more and more abandoned babies will be born, and the food in your hands will become less and less! The world has lost its balance, and the God of War needs lives to prevent the destruction of the world.
We have only one choice, to capture the enemy's life and sacrifice it to our guardian. This is a divine battle to save the world! "
Limited productivity, limited food, limited population limit and unlimited growth of population. This is the historical cycle of Mesoamerica. Shulot thought that there seemed to be an inevitable reason for the endless wars and sacrifices.
The civilians discussed in panic, worried by the priest's terrifying prophecies. Fear was channeled into a determination to take up arms. The nobles and warriors remained silent.
"I swear in the name of the patron saint: In this holy war, all young warriors who capture one prisoner alive will be promoted to first-level trappers; if they capture two more, they will be promoted to second-level Vastek hunters. ; If you capture three more, you will be a third-level elite fire warrior; if you capture four more, you will be a real fourth-level senior warrior, who is qualified to join the Eagle Warrior Group or the Jaguar Warrior Group and become a first-level military noble who is good at fighting! They will start from the city-state Receive forever a rich land, even Chinampa in the lake! So do all the priests who take part in the war.”
The warriors became noisy and shouted excitedly without meaning. Some even pulled out their long sticks and made the sound of tapping their shields. Some newly promoted military nobles also became excited when they heard about Chinampa.
"Our enemies are the weak Otomi people. Their ancestors were easily driven out of the Valley of Mexico given to us by God. Killing them is as easy as pulling up weeds. Today, these hyenas are still harassing our valley. Look They are drooling over our farmland. Only by completely sacrificing them to the gods can we protect our most precious land.
The city-state of the Otomi people is rich, with countless tortillas, black bean paste, cocoa nuts, cotton cloth, as well as all kinds of beautiful flowers, feathers, herbs, silver jewelry, gold jewelry, obsidian, and gemstones. There are no warriors in their city-state, only sacrifices, slaves, and your future wives! "
The hereditary nobles finally became moved, and the great nobles whispered among themselves, discussing the lack of luxuries. Desire finally burned in everyone's eyes.
"Warriors, for the agreement of the gods, for the glory of the warriors, for our land, and for the wealth that belongs to you, join the sacred war. The priests will join you, and in the name of the gods, this battle will be won. !”
At this moment, except for Shulot, everyone in the audience finally fell into meaningless shouts and howls, and finally, under some guidance, they turned into two earth-shattering words: "War, war!"
The uniform shouts resounded through the sky, representing the will of a certain nation. This scene was deeply engraved in the eyes of a young man and was unforgettable.
