The three of them gathered around the fire pit, chatting loudly and happily at night, and decided on the next action. It wasn't until the night fell that the fun finally dispersed.
However, after two glasses of water, Shulot became a little tipsy. The bodies of teenagers are not fully grown yet and they are more susceptible to drunkenness. Bertard stretched out his hand, held his arm, and walked him back to the tent. The young man smiled, but did not refuse.
"Everyone gets drunk without being drunk." Shulot smiled at himself, said goodbye to the loyal warrior captain with a warm hug, and then lay down on a simple sleeping mat in a tipsy state.
It was a hurried day of fighting and it was a temporary camp. Naturally, there was no soft grass bed to lie on. The samurai also didn't have much to pay attention to in life.
After drinking, his whole body became hot, so the young man took off his leather armor robe, wore only his pants, and slept naked. I had a deep dream, about four or five hours passed, and it was not yet dawn. He suddenly woke up and sat up suddenly.
Shulot's eyes were straight, looking at the sky outside the tent, it was still dark at night. He just had a strange dream.
In his dream, he saw a majestic man wearing a beast helmet, red armor, and holding a magic staff. The man was sitting on a high obsidian throne, looking at himself indifferently, while he was surrounded by generals congratulating the new king.
"Avit!" He walked forward happily and gave the new king a hug. But the man pushed himself away, and then took off his helmet on his own initiative. The young man took a closer look and was instantly horrified. Under the helmet, there was his own cold face.
After becoming the king, he stood up, handed the magic staff to the boy who was standing still, pressed the boy on the stone seat, and then disappeared. The generals will continue to congratulate. The young man was restless, feeling that the staff in his left hand was extremely heavy, and the throne was cold and hard, making him feel uncomfortable all over. Finally, he couldn't help but throw the magic staff away and stood up from the throne suddenly!
Then, the young man woke up. When he looked again, he was sitting on the sleeping mat. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his head. I reached out and touched the sleeping mat. The thin layer was indeed hard. Then he looked at his left hand. He didn't know when it was pressed under him just now, and it was already red from the pressure.
Shulot took a breath first and felt relaxed. Then I thought about it carefully and said with some solemnity: "Power is really a terrible thing. Unknowingly, my heart was filled with the desire for the scepter and the throne."
"What will happen to me if I really gain the highest power one day in the future?" The young man couldn't help but shudder when he thought of his cold and indifferent face on the throne.
"I must control myself. No matter what the future holds, I can't betray my true heart." Shulot unconsciously clenched his fists, said firmly to himself, and nodded silently.
Then, he remembered the king who pushed him away in his dream.
"Everyone will be changed by power. When Avitt gains power, what will he become?" The young man thought wildly and became a little worried.
Seeing that the sky was already before dawn, Shulot put on his robe and walked out of the tent. He sat cross-legged on the grass stained with morning dew, quietly looking at the night sky with twinkling stars.
It's September, which would be autumn in the Northern Hemisphere. At this time, there is still the last warmth on the Mexican plateau, and the warm rainy season is slowly coming to an end.
A pale bright star reflected in the boy's eyes, pointing towards the east. It has a cold blue light, red in the blue, and has an indifferent murderous intent. The young man looked a little fascinated, even his pupils reflected the dim light. That is Sirius, the murderous star in Chinese mythology, the burning star in ancient Greek mythology, and the lonely star in Mesoamerican mythology.
"Sitong's war drums are the first to win, and the three of them talk at night about shooting condors. After two glasses of residual wine, they finally fall into a dream, and the wolf is lonely~"
The young man sang softly, the starry sky was so bright and the dream was so far away. Will the warrior who is no longer lonely become a lonely king one day in the future?
Shulot forgot the time for a moment and just looked at the starry sky before dawn. Until the morning light fades, the morning sun rises from the east, and there is another beautiful morning glow in front of us. The young man's melancholy is like a whisper at night, gently dissipating in the wind and forgotten in the blink of an eye.
As the sun rises, the warriors wake up from their dreams. People were shouting, weapons clashed with armor, and murderous intent began to boil in the silence of the camp. Shulot packed his clothes neatly and headed to the big tent in the middle.
In the tall tent, Avitt's face was full of majesty. He was dressed in the regalia of a king, and he was surrounded by armored jaguar warriors. Seeing Shurat coming over, he nodded slightly and showed a faint smile.
The generals will soon arrive. Avitt looked at the slightly bright sky and ordered with a smile.
"Steli, the sun has risen, and Ketoko must have woken up. Go and bring up your prisoner from yesterday."
Staley, who was as strong as a bear, smiled knowingly, and the bone ring added a ferocious footnote to the smile. Then the leather armor shook and he strode away.
Not long after, there was a noise outside the camp, and a voice was heard roaring angrily, but it was not very clear: "I am the new third-level honorable noble of the alliance! How dare you insult me like this! Uh...uh..."
Then, the curtain of the camp was opened again, and the tall Staley strode over. His right arm clamped hard on a fat figure who was struggling, half strangling the other person's neck. The tall body dragged the opponent forward, just like a giant bear holding a wild boar that kept flopping.
After dragging him to the middle of the tent, Stanley released his arms and threw the "wild boar" forward. The figure staggered and fell, lying on the ground coughing for a long time before slowly getting up and standing up.
Shulot took a closer look and saw that it was the middle-aged commander Ketoko from yesterday. He was only wearing a nightgown, his hair was disheveled, and he looked miserable. His face was flushed red, and the suffocation and anger just now made him gasp violently, and his slightly fat body was shaking constantly.
Avitt watched this scene calmly. After Ketoko regained his breath, he asked with a smile: "Ketoko, when did you become a third-level honorable noble? Did Tisoke promise you? What else did he promise you?"
Ketoko lowered his head and straightened his pajamas, then smoothed his hair, pretending not to hear and not answering.
He was born in the lineage of Chief Priest Kechar and was a real noble class. He had become a second-level hereditary nobleman many years ago. This time Tisok was in danger and needed his support urgently, so he promised him the title of third-level honorary noble and the corresponding chinampa. In Europe at this period, that was the noble marquis or earl.
Shulot knew that in the royal civil war, even as a prisoner, the great nobleman Ketoko was confident that his life would be safe, waiting for his release after everything was over.
Avitt wasn't bothered either. He just continued to smile and said: "No matter what Tisoko promised you, it doesn't count now. Come on, Kotoko, tell me, what is the current situation of the Xilotepec camp you want to support?"
Hearing Avitt's words, the great nobleman Ketoko raised his head and opened his mouth to refute something. Then, he shut up again when he saw Avitt's king's divine costume and the divine staff in his hand. After waiting for a moment, he said angrily: "I don't know!"
"You don't know?" Avitt still smiled, but narrowed his eyes dangerously. Then he glanced at Stanley.
Stanley bowed his head respectfully. Then, his burly body lowered slightly, and his hands pressed down on Ketoko's shoulders, like a bear trap catching a wild boar. Take a deep breath and press down hard.
The great nobleman Ketoko managed to hold on for two seconds before he was forced to kneel down hard. The pain made him tremble all over. His knees made two dents in the mud, his head was pushed down, and he formally saluted Avitt.
Avitt did not speak, but looked at the great nobleman Ketoko with a smile. When Ketoko raised his head again, he slowly put away his smile, and asked again in a cold and calm voice: "You said, you don't know?"
This time, the warriors stood as solemn as statues. Shulot also felt a shiver in his heart, held his breath and remained solemnly quiet.
All the sounds in the camp disappeared in an instant, and the sound of a pindrop could be heard in an instant. The great nobleman Ketoko knelt and raised his head, trying hard to look at the bright, tall and indifferent Avitt.
It seemed like only a moment, and it seemed like a long time passed. Ketoko then slowly lowered his head and whispered: "Your Royal Highness, General Troll has led four legions into the territory of Atotonilco. Before I led the reinforcements to set off, I had already sent him Messenger, so that he does not have to send back reinforcements.
The camp in the city of Xilotepec was attacked by the elite warriors of the Otomi people at night, and the original general was killed in the attack. The rear camp lost some food, but the two regiments stationed suffered few casualties. After a few days of chaos, a deputy general named Kuruca from the directly affiliated legion was now in charge. "
Avitt nodded slightly: "Kuluka? What kind of person is he?"
The great nobleman Ketoko opened his mouth silently, but could not speak.
After a while, until Stanley pressed his neck again, Ketoko said softly and aggrievedly: "He is just a warrior born as a commoner. I heard that he did not become a military noble until he was in his thirties. This time he became a warrior." The legion commander is already a big surprise. How can I care about what kind of person he is?"
Avitt frowned, and the great nobleman Ketoko lowered his head in fear again. It really didn't look like he was being fake.
After thinking for a moment, Avitt skipped this topic and continued to ask: "Ktoko, how did you find out yesterday that the one under the royal flag was not Tisoke?"
This time, Ketoko answered readily: "I had my doubts. In terms of time, even if he took a boat and took the waterway, the king would not be able to reach the vicinity of Xilotepec at this time. Unless he abandoned All the troops only brought the Guards Battalion with them. But when I looked closer, I saw that although there were a thousand Jaguars, there were no Guards. It was impossible for the king to abandon the loyal Guards Battalion, so I It is concluded that these are rebels!"
Xuelote nodded slightly. After more than ten years of military school education, Mexica's military commanders, no matter how talented they are, will have enough common sense in war and will not make low-level mistakes.
Avitt's frown deepened, and he looked at the great nobleman Ketoko expressionlessly.
Ketoko also looked at Avitt's expression. Although age did not favor his IQ too much, it had given him life experience.
He immediately reacted and lowered his head to the ground: "I didn't know at the time that it turned out to be your army. As for us, the chief priests, we always maintain absolute neutrality in the battles between the gods. Please believe me, Let me return to the capital, and I will explain your generosity and greatness to Uncle Ketzal, the high priest.”
Avitt didn't speak, just waved his hand. Both of them knew that at this time, Ketoko would certainly not be released. But since the chief priest line is mentioned, I will still show some mercy. Stanley understood and gently held Ketoko's chest with his arms. This time he did not struggle and followed the giant bear warrior away obediently.
"Put away the king's ceremonial guard and raise the flag of Ketoko. The most important thing now is time! The army will set off immediately, targeting the Herotepec camp. All you guys, work hard!" Avit looked around the generals majestically. , ordered loudly. All the generals agreed in unison and left quickly.
Carrying five days of food and grass and escorting important prisoners, the 20,000 warriors quickly broke out of camp and marched toward the Herotepec camp ahead. Avit left two thousand loyal warriors behind, managed 20,000 militiamen and baggage, and continued to pursue him.
During the march, the young man found an opportunity, approached Avitt, and grabbed his friend's arm.
"Avit, you're so scary this morning."
Avitt waved his hand and asked the guarding warriors to disperse. Then he smiled and said: "These two days are the first time I use sacred ceremonial guards as a king. This is a very wonderful feeling, which makes people a little obsessed.
As a king, I can only exercise divine power from afar. With divine power, I have the majesty to command everything. And only with ruthless majesty can I rule everyone. If I want to maintain my majesty, I can only continue to win! "
Having said this, Avitt finally showed a sincere smile. He pinched the young man's cheek out of habit: "Come on, Shulot, let us go for the next victory!"
The young man rolled his eyes, but felt relieved.
After two days of hurried march, 20,000 warriors quickly arrived in front of the Herotepec camp. Not far away, a tributary of the Tampen River flows quietly.
Shulot looked at the familiar camp by the river. Months of construction had made the camp stronger and taller. Next to the outer wooden fence, he saw smoky burn marks and huge gaps made by axes, chisels and sticks. But now, these breaches have been filled with fresh wooden stakes, maintaining the original defense.
The young man was very emotional. More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and the memories of the past are still vivid in my mind.
There's a lot to start with. Here he was beaten by the king, here he became teacher and student friends with Avit, here he developed the trebuchet, here he saw the surrender of the city of Xilotepec. Then from the priest's sacrificial plate, I came up with the idea of introducing Chinese characters in the first edition, which had not been localized by the Aztecs.
To him, this is where the war begins. Perhaps the end of the war is not far away.
Seeing the Mexica army coming from afar, the warriors in the Hilotepec camp knocked on their shields and cheered enthusiastically. During this period, they encountered many changes. They had been waiting for reinforcements for so long that their days seemed like years.
The defenders at the watchtower took a rough look at the talisman sent by the messenger and ordered the gate to be opened.
At this moment, a middle-aged warrior in his thirties came in a hurry. He was dressed simply, carrying the simplest commander's flag, and trotted to the wall of the village. Then he took a cursory look at the Mexican army outside the camp, quickly counted with his fingers, and his expression immediately changed.
Then the simple warrior shouted loudly: "Stop, stop! Don't open the door yet!"
Hearing this, Shulot and Avitt looked at each other, and their expressions also changed drastically.
