Time is always elusive, its speed changes with the feelings of the human heart. In the silent tent, it seemed as if a moment had passed and a century had passed.
Kuruca lay on the ground, like a weed swaying in the wind, trembling feebly. Facing the scorching sun in the sky, what can the weeds on the ground say? He was just losing moisture and vitality under the heat.
There was silence for a moment. Then, from the stone seat in the center of the tent, a soul-stirring sound sounded again.
Kuruca then spoke with difficulty, trying to keep a calm answer:
"Your Highness, your great brother, I am an excellent warrior and an excellent commander. I am familiar with the geographical environment and good at judging the situation, so I can lead your legion into battle. I have keen observation skills and can seize the opportunity. If the opportunity is favorable, I can serve as your staff. I am also good at mathematics and understand civil engineering, so I can manage craftsmen for you.
I am a civilian warrior. I understand the thoughts of ordinary warriors, care about their lives, and get along well with the militiamen. The soldiers in the camp all recognized me and supported me. Therefore, I became the temporary commander..."
Shulot listened to Kuruka's self-recommendation with great interest, and also quietly observed the teacher on the stone seat.
Avitt's brows were frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the corners of his mouth tightened slightly. Being familiar with the teacher, he immediately determined that Avitt was completely murderous because of a certain sentence from Kuruca.
Kuruca didn't dare to look up. Unaware, he continued the life-or-death interview:
"I was born into an ordinary warrior family. My grandfather followed the great Moctezuma I and became a military noble due to his military exploits. My father followed the Asia Cartel and died of illness while fighting in the rainforest in the south. Military nobles could not Inherited, my father and I are just ordinary civilian samurai.
It's very tough being a civilian samurai. It wasn't until I was in my thirties that I was lucky enough to become a military noble. I don’t want my children and grandchildren to have to repeat this difficult struggle. As long as you promise me the inheritance of the second-level hereditary nobility, I will swear to the sun god Huitzilopochtli: I will always be loyal to you in this life and will never betray you! ..."
Shulot nodded slightly. Military aristocrats were the dividing line between civilians and aristocrats. As a civilian, Kuruca was promoted to a military noble in his early thirties, which is actually enough to prove his excellent ability and flexibility in doing things. A first-level military noble is like a knight, with some land and privileges.
The second-level hereditary nobility is between viscount and baron. The so-called hereditary refers to the privilege of passing on to future generations. Once you become a hereditary noble, you will enter the great aristocratic class that is separated from the country. The difficulty of this threshold can be imagined.
Hearing Kuruca's self-price, Avitt said nothing.
The majestic king just turned his face slightly, no longer looking at Kuruka, and then gently swept out the back of his hand.
The guards understood immediately. Two tall Jaguar warriors stepped forward again. One of them grabbed one of Kuruca's arms, like grabbing a monkey before execution, and dragged him directly outside the tent.
Kuruca struggled fiercely, but was unable to break free from the grasp of the Jaguar warrior. The desire to survive made him speak as fast as he could, and he used all his strength to shout out his truest voice:
"Tisoke is just an old jaguar! The siege failed, and he has betrayed everyone! His weakness is clearly visible, and he can no longer frighten the beasts and drive coyotes like me. The camp has been lost, and all that is waiting for him is Death remains!”
Avitt turned his face again, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He studied Kuruca's expression carefully. The guards immediately stopped and left Kuruca at the doorway between life and death.
Kuruca took a deep breath. He risked everything and shouted loudly to the king on the stone throne again:
"You are a young jaguar, the new king of the Mexican jungle, full of wisdom and strength! I am willing to be your war dog, driven by you, chasing grass rats and hares, hunting running wild deer, until I die in your presence Before I grow old!”
Avitt's eyes were slightly scrutinized. With the familiar tacit understanding, the young man felt that the teacher's murderous intention was weakening.
"If you are willing to become a condor, fly to the vast sky, cross the jungles and mountains of Mexico, and dominate the tribes of Mexico! Then I will be your most loyal helper and your wolf pack, serving you Kill the jaguar and the bear bear, and let the glory of the patron saint spread throughout the plateau! Throughout his life, as long as the condor does not fall to the ground, the coyote will be no threat!"
Kuruka's face turned red. Between life and death, his heart was beating violently, and there was deep fear on his face, but also an inexplicable excitement, and he even waved his arms unconsciously.
Shulot observed the movements and expressions of the simple warrior. Well, the stimulation is too strong, adrenaline is secreted rapidly, and I will definitely lose strength after a while.
"How can there be absolute loyalty in this world? My loyalty only depends on you! The great Great Tratoani, the future great king!"
Kuruca shouted the last words as hard as he could. Immediately, his strength was completely drained, like a dehydrated fish, hanging on the Jaguar soldier's arm.
The young man smiled silently. Not bad, no matter how excited he was, Kuruca did not completely lose his mind. He had a strong desire to survive.
Avitt pondered for a moment, then smiled softly: "Condor, coyote? You are quite eloquent."
Then, he made a bring-over gesture. The guards took Kuruca back to the place again. As soon as their hands loosened, Kuruka slipped away. Like broken dead grass, he lay slanted on the ground, leaving only half of his face exposed to the sharp gaze.
Shulot thought quickly. He could always feel Avitt's murderous intention towards Kuruka. Where does this constant murderous intention come from? He remembered that when the murderous intention was at its peak, Kuruka said that he had been elected commander by the camp.
The young man suddenly had a bit of a realization: Avitt has always liked to give both kindness and power. This time the camp was captured peacefully and the warriors were generously promised. The favor is already there, but the majesty seems insufficient. In order to quickly establish prestige, Kuruka was the chicken chosen to kill for the monkeys.
Because Kuruka was supported by some soldiers and served as a camp commander, staying in the camp was always a hidden danger. The fateful battle is imminent, and the teacher is not prepared to leave any potential instability factors. Even if there is only a slight chance, he would rather kill him.
"If you kill one person and the three armies are shaken, kill him; if you reward one person and make ten thousand people happy, reward him." An old Chinese saying came to the mind of the young man.
Talent is rare. If he waits any longer, Kuruca will still die. Shulot thought for a while and decided to save people.
"Avit." A joyful smile appeared on the young man's face, "Although this Kuruca is only a commoner, after all, talents are rare. Since he understands mathematics and is good at civil engineering, let him join my team of craftsmen. I I will take him with me at all times and let Bertard keep him under strict supervision."
"Now we have 30,000 warriors and nearly 30,000 militiamen, and the next step is a decisive blow!" At this point, the joy finally came from the heart, and the young man's face was filled with joy.
Avitt on the stone seat looked at the young man, his cold eyes finally softened. The king's coldness was temporarily replaced by the teacher's gentleness. He smiled slightly and nodded to Xiuluo.
After a moment of pondering, a cold and majestic voice sounded again: "Kuluka, do you still want to become a second-level hereditary noble?"
Kuruka on the ground had just barely recovered from the loss of strength. He knelt down hard, and when he heard the question, he nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head desperately.
A chuckle sounded from the stone seat, followed by an unquestionable order: "Kuluka, from now on, you must be loyal to Priest Shulot. The Eagle will never allow the betrayal of a native dog, even if it has such an idea. , also means death! Do your duty well, and before you die, I will allow you to inherit the hereditary nobility!"
Kuruca bowed to the ground respectfully again: "I obey your will, the great Tratoani!" He buried his head deeply on the ground and let out an inaudible sigh. His life was finally saved.
Immediately, Avitt waved his hand again. The guards stepped forward and took Kuruca down. When passing by Shulot, Kuruca tried his best to give a sincere smile: "Salute to you, my merciful priest."
The young man nodded slightly and smiled gently.
Avit looked around majestically at the generals and gave the order for the decisive battle: "Go back to camp tonight to prepare and set off tomorrow. Thirty thousand warriors will go out to the mountain camps in the west to wait for our last prey! Roar!"
All the generals in the tent responded in unison, their war roars sounding like the roar of wolves. The confidence to win the decisive battle and the desire for future glory turned into a raging fighting spirit, burning in the eyes of everyone and roaring in the chest of the warrior.
At this moment, being infected by the warm atmosphere, Shulot couldn't help but let out a loud roar, his heart full of excitement!
Then the king's ruthlessness came again.
"Ketoko disobeyed my order and did not call for the camp gate to be opened. He must be punished. Tomorrow morning, when all the troops gather, he will be sacrificed to the flag and passed on to the three armies!"
Shulot lowered his head slightly. The decisive battle is imminent. If you want to use kindness and power at the same time, you can only borrow someone's head. Since we have saved the simple warrior Kuruka, let's use the great nobleman Ketoko to pay for it.
"All generals, listen to the order: This battle will be won or not defeated. This is God's will and cannot be violated!"
Avitt stood up and raised the staff high again, like the incarnation of a god.
Everyone in the tent suddenly fell silent. All the generals bowed down together and once again made a grand promise. They are welcoming the new sun to replace the afterglow of the past!
