The two received the message and each fell into deep thought.
Shulot clenched his fists. He seemed to be able to vaguely see his father's resolute face and the difficulties of the Teotihuacan Army from his words.
In his mind, his father was a truly strong warrior. He never said soft words to himself. Even before he went out to fight, his comfort was: "My son, you must have the strength of a warrior. As a warrior, you are calm and regard death as your way home!"
My father just buried his warmth deeply in his heart. He would feel sorry for his fatigue after capturing the captives and want his son to rest; he would hold his hand tightly and remind his son to be careful; he would also kiss his forehead and hold his son into his chest. Oh, and when he was just born, he lifted his son high and laughed heartily.
Thinking of this, the young man also smiled warmly.
Perhaps due to the influence of his grandmother who was born as a commoner, his father did not have much ambition for power and position, but was pushed forward step by step by his grandfather. He doesn't have the cold-bloodedness of the great nobles who regard common people as nothing but pawns and their children as chess pieces. He can only cover the fragile emotions of common people with strength.
This time, my father was willing to risk his life and lurked beside the king, ready to kill himself at any time. This was not for him personally, but for his son, Shulot.
The young man closed his eyes silently. In the adult world, there is no love without reason. Grandfather loves himself because of his extraordinaryness and the family's great achievements; Avitt loves himself because of his talents and common ideals; Bertard loves himself because of his oath to protect and the hope of the common people. If you lose these, love will stay and be reluctant to let go, but it will eventually leave.
In this world, only my father is the only person who loves me unconditionally. From his birth until his death. Shulot will always trust his father and hand over his back.
As for his future wife, the current young man has no way of knowing. He is willing to devote all his efforts to one person, restrain all his desires to one person, and only hopes for a sincere and lifelong love...
"Our plan must change." After thinking for a moment, Avitt hugged the young man's shoulder. He awakened the dazed young man from soft memories and returned to the cold reality.
"The origin of the 30,000-strong army is complicated. It is impossible to completely block the news. Someone will definitely tip off Tisok secretly. He will soon know about our existence and our approximate strength."
"Our original plan was to gather 30,000 warriors and control this key marching channel and food camp, thereby forcing Tisok's army, which was short of food, to come here for a decisive battle. The terrain here is open and the mountains and forests are sparse. Once Tisok is defeated, It’s hard to get into the woods and escape.”
"But now, Tisoke has abandoned most of the city-state legions and concentrated all the food in his hands. With the decisiveness of the commander-in-chief Totec, after he determines our strength advantage and the terrain of the camp, he is likely to Convince Tisok to get out of the way.”
"Their food can actually barely support eight thousand troops to return to the capital. If Totec is willing to lead the legion to take risks and endure huge losses, and to dig into the unknown mountains and forests in the south without hesitation, Tisoke is very likely to escape. Return to the Valley of Mexico. It is difficult for us to completely intercept them in the terrain with limited vision."
"Now Tisok is trapped in the mountains and forests, with a lack of food, limited information, and no knowledge of the situation in the capital. His army is easily influenced by our words, and the loyalty of the warriors is at the lowest point that is most easily shaken. This is When he was at his weakest."
"Once Tisok returns to the Mexica Valley, even if he just escapes alone, he will still be able to regain the support of the chief priest Kechar. Wait until he establishes contact with the great nobles, promises rewards, recruits the legion again, and restores food Supplies, we will be in big trouble!”
"At that time, if the priests and nobles of both sides take separate sides, the situation will evolve into a full-scale civil war between the two royal groups, and we will become the sinners of splitting the alliance!"
Shulot nodded seriously.
King Tisok's strength was not limited to his army. What's more important is that behind him are the chief priests, part of the royal family and the great nobles who support him. Once these people have the king's righteous status, they can mobilize several legions and tens of thousands of militiamen to collect sufficient food and grass.
There are still many military forces wandering around the outside world. There are still nearly 20,000 city-state warriors in the mountains and forests outside Herotepec. There are also four 8,000-man regiments of King Uncle Trol in Atotonilco. The eleven states of the alliance can be mobilized again. Once these forces are involved, the outcome is not yet known, but the destructive power of the civil war will definitely increase exponentially.
"Then what should we do? A light attack?" Shulot thought for a while and asked.
Avitt put his hands behind his back, paced and thought over and over again, and then made up his mind.
"The 30,000-strong army cannot gather here and wait! I will send out 20,000 warriors, with an army of 4,000 people, spread out scouts widely, and set up checkpoints layer by layer to block the mountain roads in the south and the wilderness in the east. Tisok must not be let go past!"
"Leave only 10,000 elite warriors in the camp and hide three thousand of them to give the opponent the illusion that they can win. Tisok doesn't know the situation in the capital now, nor does he know Shusok's identity. With his arrogant character , if you have the upper hand, you won’t run away and will probably take a risk.”
"Put on my flag and lure Tisok over with food and myself!"
"If Tisoke has not been waiting for you after three days, I will personally lead three thousand elite warriors and light troops to raid his main formation! You take the remaining seven thousand people and follow up from behind as soon as possible."
Having said this, Avitt's face finally showed cruelty and coldness again.
"If he escapes in this battle, we will go directly south and seize the capital. Don't think about the long term, just sacrifice all the chief priests and the great nobles to suppress all threats. The capital in the lake is eternal. An unbreakable fortress, with which we will be invincible."
"My sons are still young and do not have the posture of a king yet. If I die in the war, the royal guard of honor will be handed over to you, and the scepter will be passed on to my eldest daughter."
"You can tell the warriors that you were born on the day Montezuma died, with celestial signs and the morning star shining brightly. You are the reincarnation of the great king and have sacred royal power! Stanley will lead my family warriors and support me. The royal family and nobles are loyal to you and Alyssa. Shulot, treat her well!"
Avitt looked cold and hard. His eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his big hand, stayed on the young man's neck for a moment, and then touched the young man's cheek.
Shulot had no time to think about it, shock appeared on the young man's face. At this time, his mind went blank. This is the first time Avitt has mentioned his own death, clarifying the relationship between the inheritance of the great cause. This is the inheritance of Mexica's royal power, which has always been accompanied by blood, fire and killing.
After a moment, the boy subconsciously took a step forward and hugged his teacher and friend's chest tightly. He felt the love like a father, which moved his heart and made his voice choke.
"No...Avit, you won't die..."
Holding the boy in his arms, Avitt's eyes finally softened and he smiled sincerely.
A samurai's actions never delay. Early the next morning, the 20,000-strong army was divided into five teams and quickly dispersed to the east and south, controlling the mountains and forests for a week and blocking the passage to the hinterland of the Mexican Alliance.
The Otomi guerrillas immediately shrank back, leaving the battlefield to two huge Mexica battle groups.
The king's general command flag of Avit stands high on the watchtower of the fourth mountain camp, while the king's general command flag of Tisok stands on the top of the third mountain camp with difficulty.
The two royal armies were separated by only three days, and the warriors' hearts were filled with complicated torment. I don't know when the new king was located in the capital, and rumors that the king was deposed by the chief priests spread like the wind among Tisok's army. The samurai didn't know who was secretly spreading the news.
Tisok's flag hesitated for two days. Shulot didn't know how many quarrels and changes in people's minds occurred. All he knew was that two days later, Tisoke tried his best to mobilize and gathered 9,000 direct warriors, 4,000 city-state warriors, and 10,000 militiamen, all of them came out to kill Avitt's camp.
In the camp, the warriors recharged their batteries, waiting for the killing blow. Two more days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Shulot looked at the distant sky. The midday sun falls on the empty hills, and the autumn wind carries a chilling atmosphere. The sun shone down, reflecting thousands of Mexica warriors and their shining war clubs. The autumn wind blows, picking up withered flowers and knocking down fragile withered grass, heralding the end of life.
On this sunny day, Avitt led ten thousand warriors and waited quietly in front of the camp. Eight thousand militiamen were stationed in the camp.
After a long time, the two royal flags finally appeared in the eyes of the Mexica warriors at the same time. Two mighty armies, two sacred flags, two compatriots brothers, have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, experienced the ups and downs of people's hearts, and are now only a few hundred meters apart.
At this moment, they looked at each other from a distance, their minds were turbulent, and they had murderous intentions.
King versus king! The royal power of Mexica has always been inherited in blood, fire and killing!
