It's past noon, but the sky is still gloomy, which makes people feel heavy.
Avitt was not affected by the weather. He stood majestically outside the camp, looking at the open door and the commander lying on the ground in surrender, with a slight curve in his mouth.
He gave the order solemnly, not caring about the simple warrior lying on the ground, and just asked his personal guards to take care of him. Then, thousands of jaguar warriors and tens of thousands of warriors entered through the village gate, fully armed. They guarded the city gate, quickly occupied the key points of the camp, and finally disarmed the warriors in the camp and gathered them together.
The commander of the legion surrendered, the command flag of the legion fell to the ground, the compatriot warriors with superior strength entered the stronghold, and the king's flag appeared!
The eight thousand warriors in the camp were already shaken, and now they did not resist. They surrendered directly to the ceremonial guard of Tratoani and the staff of Montezuma. The fighting stopped at the last moment, and the camp changed hands in peace.
Until it was determined that the army had completely controlled the Xilotepec camp. Avit entered the camp in high spirits.
He stood on the high watchtower and loudly promised the captured warriors:
"...I forgive your crime of resisting the new king because you did not know about the change of throne in advance. You have made great achievements in guarding against the Otomi! I will express my gratitude to the warriors who have made great achievements in the past few months. Generous rewards will be given: the best one thousand warriors will be given cotton cloth and cocoa, the best one hundred senior warriors will become military nobles, and the top ten nobles will be given the land of Chinampa!..."
The prisoners' emotions quickly calmed down during the speech.
Finally, Avitt impassionedly made the most important promise: "I will end the war within a month and let all the warriors go home! Go home, return to the beautiful capital city on the lake! Return to the beautiful land of Mexico." state!"
With the shouts of going home, the camp was filled with cheers. Regardless of the eight thousand captured legions, the twenty thousand warriors who followed, and even the militiamen in the camp, everyone cheered excitedly and hugged each other.
Soon, under deliberate guidance, the cheers that resounded through the camp turned into a deafening slogan: "Go home! Go home! Follow the Grand Tratoani Avit! Go home! Go home! Follow the Grand Trato Toani avit!”
Shulot smiled lightly and looked happily at the boiling camp in front of him. This speech was his proposal.
In the confrontation just now, the young man clearly saw that the morale of the warriors was very low, both in the army outside the camp and the guards inside the camp.
This war has been going on for nearly a year and a half. With the attack of the Otomi and the failure of the siege of Otopan, the warriors saw no hope of victory.
Their hearts have been filled with longing for home. Putting forward the slogan of withdrawing troops and ending the war can win over the hearts of the samurai to the greatest extent in the shortest time. Save the most energy for the next final battle!
In the Nahuatl language, Tlatoani is the name for the king, meaning "the talker." Tratoane the Great was a "big talker". The great Tratoani can be understood as "the great monarch", or the chief of the alliance, who is higher than Tratoani, just like the emperor of Zhou is higher than the princes and kings.
In proposing this concept, one is certainly not so arrogant as to appoint oneself as the co-master of all Mexican tribes. This is just the necessary psychological preparation for the next military operation against Tisoke.
Shulot looked around proudly at the boiling warriors and militiamen in the camp. Immediately, he saw the simple warrior being guarded in the corner. As his thoughts moved slightly, the young man carefully looked at the face of the simple warrior.
The warrior was probably in his early thirties, not too old. He has high cheekbones, a pointed chin, a wide forehead, and a thin face that makes him look like an ape. Far inferior to the great aristocrat Ketoko's genetics and majestic appearance.
His face was weathered and his temperament was as simple as that of a peasant. He was obviously not born into a noble family. And a pair of sloping eyebrows made him look a little more sad. Only a pair of shrewd and translucent eyes showed flexibility and wisdom in a flash.
At this time, the simple warrior was listening to Avitt's speech. His expression changed rapidly according to the content, and he obviously had a deep understanding. Finally, when he heard the cheers of the crowd, he couldn't help but sigh, and simply lay flat on the ground, his face pressed to the soil, without any samurai demeanor.
Shulot watched quietly, thoughtfully.
After the speech, Avitt went to the Chinese army tent in the camp surrounded by generals. Although it seems that the samurai have returned home, they must take precautions.
First of all, officers at the battalion and corps levels were put under centralized custody, regardless of whether they were direct descendants of Tisok or not. Then, Avitt allocated some supplies from the logistics supplies and rewarded them to outstanding warriors and military nobles in each army to continue to win over the morale of the army. Finally, he sent loyal family officers to join each battalion and serve as key commanders.
Shulot was also on the side, learning how to manage and organize an army.
After sorting out the most important military matters and having the army firmly in his hands, Avitt finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he remember something and ordered in a low voice: "Bring over the surrendered commander!"
Soon, the simple warrior lowered his head and was brought in by two strong jaguar warriors. Only then did Shulot realize that the warrior was thin and not tall. He probably didn't keep up with his nutrition when he was young.
Avit is still dressed in majestic kingly attire. He gently moved the end of the staff to the stone base, and there was a clear and unique sound.
The elite warriors quickly fell silent. Everyone's eyes then fell on the simple warrior.
The simple warrior raised his head slightly, then knelt on the ground respectfully and said a courtesy: "Kuluka, the noble military noble, pays tribute to the noble brother of the king. I wish you good military fortune."
Avitt was expressionless and did not respond to Kuruka's words. He didn't arrange any show of force. Because, for ordinary military nobles who were born as civilians, if they say they want to be killed, they will be dragged out and killed without affecting the overall situation at all.
Shulot knew very well that Kuruka's life and death at this time only depended on Avitt's thoughts, and too many forms seemed meaningless.
"When you first saw Ketoko's command flag, why didn't you open the gate?" Avitt said directly, his handsome face full of the majesty and indifference of God.
"I found that the number of warriors is wrong. Although they are all 20,000 people, Ketoko cannot have so many warriors, and there is even an elite thousand jaguar battle group." Kuruka obviously knew his situation, Answer respectfully and honestly.
"Why are you sure Tisoke is not dead? Did he send you a messenger?" The "god" on the stone throne continued to ask.
"I didn't receive a message from King Tisok." Kuruca glanced at Avitt's expression from the corner of his eye, but couldn't tell anything.
He could only continue to answer carefully: "However, if King Tisoke dies, Your Highness, you will officially succeed the king. You only need to send a commander to the Xilotepec camp, such as His Excellency Ketoko. There is no need to condescend to come here to take over the command of the legion."
"Even if you come in person, there is no need to display the command flag of Ketoko first, just show the royal flag. As long as there is accurate news from King Tisoke and the accompanying and endorsement of the chief priests, your status is indispensable. Shaken.”
"But you decided to hide in Lord Ketoko's army, and Lord Ketoko behaved strangely. This can only prove one thing."
"What's the matter?" Avitt's voice rose slightly.
Shulot also watched curiously. As expected, Kuruka is indeed very smart.
"You are an enemy...rival, not our friendly force, and you are preparing to capture the Xilotepec camp. The purpose of capturing this place is naturally to deal with the living King Tisok." Kuruca glanced forward again. Take a look.
Avitt narrowed his eyes slightly, like a jaguar before hunting.
"So you are loyal to Tisok and think I am a rebel?" A plain voice sounded without any emotion.
Kuruca fell to the ground with a frightened sound, his head pressed tightly against the ground. "No, I am just a civilian-born military aristocrat. I have never been favored by King Tisoke. Being able to temporarily serve as the commander of the legion is only the trust and recognition of my comrades. For the royal family, how can I be humble? The right to comment.”
Avitt didn't speak, just let Kuruca lie on the ground. After a long time, until sweat oozed from Kuruca's forehead, he asked again in a deep voice.
"Kuluka, why did you refuse to open the door at first, and then opened the door and surrendered?"
This time, Kuruca didn't dare to peek forward. He continued to lie on the ground and replied: "At the beginning, I was a little ignorant and confident. I felt that even if I faced 20,000 warriors, with my talents and relying on the wall, I could still hold the camp.
But later, when your royal flag was raised and the supreme scepter was raised high, the military morale of the camp was shaken violently. The warriors were full of doubts about the battle, and I was also a little unsure. When your warrior with a big bow started shooting and penetrated the wood more than an inch at a distance of more than 100 meters, I was convinced that this camp could not be defended! No samurai could survive such a shot.
Since I can't defend it, it's meaningless to me to cause great harm to your army, and it's also harmful to the soldiers who trust me. It is better to simply surrender and bet that you are a tolerant, great, kind and wise His Highness. "
After saying the last sentence, Kuruca couldn't help but glance at Avitt secretly, but Shulot looked at him.
Avitt was silent for a moment, and then there was a chill in his voice: "It seems, Kuruca, you have no loyalty to the royal family. Today, you can betray Tisok outright. Tomorrow, you will not hesitate. betray me!"
Having said this, a smile appeared on Avitt's cold face, but there was an unconcealable murderous intent in his eyes: "I will give you one last chance to convince me to become my subordinate. Otherwise, you will go to the Kingdom of God!"
There was a deathly silence in the big tent, and all the generals were as silent as cicadas. This is the king's most supreme majesty and the power to decide everything.
Kuruca lay tightly on the ground, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. Big beads of sweat kept dripping from his neck, and soon wet the ground.
Shulot looked at the simple warrior on the ground. He hesitated and wanted to plead for Kuruka.
But when he looked at Avitt's familiar yet unfamiliar majestic face again, his heart trembled, and he could no longer utter any words of mercy.
"This is supreme power." In his heart, the young man sighed softly.
