The setting sun sets in the sky, reflecting the red light all over the sky. A sea of blood floated in the sky, attracting the dead. The city of Hand Snake fell into the red shadow, facing its doomed fate.
Hei Lang sat cross-legged on the top of the city, looking at the enemy city in blood and fire, without any disturbance in his heart.
He was born into a family of civilian warriors from the Alliance. His grandfather died fighting in the north and his father died fighting in the south. During the five years of community military school, senior warriors told them that surviving in battle, being promoted in battle, and dying in battle is the life of a Mexica warrior.
The meaning of a warrior's existence is to fight for gods, kings, priests, families, and glory. Therefore, he doesn't care about killing, nor is he afraid of being killed. Everything is just fate.
The tribal warriors in the wilderness didn't care about killing even more. For them, death is as common as a meal or a bowl of water. It will be difficult for future generations to understand how people viewed death in an era when the average life span was no more than twenty years old, or even less. To put it simply, it is probably older than the Spring and Autumn Period, and older than the Warring States Period.
"Leader Black Wolf, all two thousand Tekostins have been executed."
Dailu Massat smiled plainly and came over with a blood-stained bronze spear.
"This bronze weapon is really easy to use and very sharp. It is not as dull as ordinary stone, nor is it as easy to wear as obsidian."
"Haha, bronze weapons are really good, much better than obsidian!"
Hei Lang nodded with satisfaction, holding the blood-stained bronze sword at his waist, but his words were inexplicably dull.
"Today's battle is like bronze fighting obsidian. It's not difficult at all."
"Tsk, tsk, they are just some Tekos barbarians. All the elites have been drained, so what's the problem? The warriors only lost dozens of people and wiped out a tribe of ten thousand people. The southern barbarians are really weak!"
The stupid deer clicked its tongue twice, and its eyes shone again.
"However, the women of the southern barbarians are plump and supple, which makes people's hearts feel itchy!...That, oh, that, respected leader..."
"Okay! It's been a hard journey all the way, so I'll let you indulge a little tonight."
Black Wolf glanced at Dailu and curled his lips. It is impossible in this life to expect the fierce and stubborn Guakili barbarians to be disciplined and fight honestly. Black Wolf didn't bother to care. he snapped.
"Be sure to keep enough manpower on guard!"
"As you command, legion commander!"
Dailu hurriedly accepted the order and was about to leave immediately.
"Dalu, wait a moment. How many women and children are captured?"
Black Wolf thought for a while and asked.
"It must be at least six thousand!"
"A total of seven thousand! One thousand are women and children of the Palm family."
The red monkey Ozoma came quickly and was sure to reply. He was very tired, so he first interrogated the elder Tekos who managed the granary, and then went to the granary to count the grains.
"Witness the Lord God! The barbarians in the south are really rich! The food in the granary is enough to feed fifty thousand people for a year! They are not like the poor tribes in the wilderness..."
"So many people, so much food?!"
Hearing this, Hei Lang's expression changed. He thought for a moment and asked again.
"How is the situation in the villages outside the city?"
"Tekos elders said that the winding Kan River is the umbilical cord of the Mother Goddess, nurturing the Tekos people along the river. Sixty-seven percent of the southwestern tribes have settled along the Kan River, and half of them are in the fertile Hand Snake Valley. ..Excluding the warriors taken away by Chief Chimali, there were originally 10,000 people left in Hand Snake City, and more than 20,000 tribal people in the villages outside the city. However, most of the food in the villages outside the city had been confiscated and used To supply the army of the great chieftain coming out of the mountain."
"There are 7,000 women and children in the city, more than 20,000 tribesmen outside the city, 50,000 people with food for a year, and we only have 3,000 soldiers! Next..."
Black Wolf was silent. His Highness's teachings came to his mind, and various ideas collided in his mind... After a while, a rough plan gradually took shape. Although it was a bit risky, it should satisfy His Highness.
"Captain Black Wolf, this place is too far away! We are two hundred and fifty miles away from Appachingan City, and five to six hundred miles away from Patzcuarocang City. It will take me more than ten days to run back. In addition, Chimali's tribal army is blocking the mountain pass, and there is no way they can take away so many prisoners..."
Dai Lu scratched his head blankly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Kill! Just kill them all! After killing them once, not even two generations of southern barbarians will be able to recover!"
"No! No killing."
Black Wolf clearly shook his head. He didn't care about the lives of these people, he just cared about His Highness's reaction.
"Your Highness doesn't like killing, especially the killing of women and children. Besides, the army went south this time for Dingkou. If he killed them all in one go, where would he get serfs for the military nobles?"
The red monkey kept thinking silently. After hearing what Black Wolf said, he finally smiled and spoke.
"The legion commander is wise! Since we can't take away the prisoners and want to get them, there is only one way!"
"Ah? Red Monkey, what do you have in mind?"
Dailu was a little curious.
"Burn food!"
"Burning food?"
"Haha, what a great idea!"
Hei Lang looked happy, this idea coincided with his plan!
"Red Monkey, keep talking!"
"Yes, wise legion commander!"
The red monkey smiled confidently, his eyes shining.
"Almost all the food outside the city has been confiscated. Almost all of Qimali's military rations are here. We only take away the food that does not affect the operation, and then burn all the food with a fire! Without this batch of food, Qimali will No matter how quickly Li comes back to help, it will be a dead end."
"It's the end of December now, there are still five months before spring plowing, and ten months before autumn harvest. So many Tekos people can't survive until then! They can't even get enough to grow food. Wait until next year's spring famine , if they don’t want to starve to death, they have no choice but to come out of the mountains and surrender to the Northern Kingdom!”
"Haha! Not bad! That's what we'll do!"
Black Wolf laughed with satisfaction and pride.
"But if you want to do it, let's do it big! Deal with more than 100,000 people from the Southwest tribe at once!"
"Ah? Something big?"
Red Fox's eyes flashed and he asked respectfully.
"Dear Legion Commander, I wonder what we should do?"
"Haha! Your Highness often says that when things get tough, you must be bold. If you are bold, you will be able to eat to your heart's content!"
As he spoke, Black Wolf took out a map of the south drawn by the Kingdom of Tarasco. He stretched out his hand and rowed southwest from Hand Snake City to the seaside.
"We start from Hand Snake City and continue to sweep two hundred miles southwest until we reach the endless lake!"
Then he rowed eastward along the seashore until he reached the mouth of the Tulsas River.
"After sweeping out the villages by the big lake, we will go east along the seaside plain and travel four to five hundred miles until we reach the Talsas River!"
"Nearly 90% of the southwestern tribes live along the nearly seven hundred miles! They were recruited by Chimali. Many warriors are far away from each other, loose and weak. They are the most delicious grass rats in the mouths of wolves! The legions pass by without any need When we hunt down the enemy, we don’t care how many we kill. We just need to burn all the Tecos villages and all the autumn harvest food!”
"Ah! Burn food for seven hundred miles!"
As the sun sets and night falls, the bonfire rises and sways, burning the hearts of the warriors. Hearing this, the red monkey and the stupid deer looked at each other, and a trembling excitement ran through their bodies, making people's minds sway.
"Yes! After burning all the way, we got a group of small boats from near the mouth of the Talsas River, where the villages had just surrendered to the kingdom. Then, we rowed the small boats and headed back to the north of Atoyak Lake for three hundred miles. Arrive at Kuramo City!”
After saying that, Hei Lang stood up suddenly and looked at the dark sky and the stars in the south. There is a star there, extremely bright in December. According to His Highness, that is his natal star: named Sirius, specializing in killing!
"They burned food for seven hundred miles! The more than 100,000 Tekos people along the way could no longer find life-saving food, so they had only one choice: either starve to death in the mountains, or go out and surrender!"
"Ah! The legion commander is wise!!"
The red monkey licked his lips and the stupid deer grinned. The admiration and admiration sounded again, spreading into the night sky of Hand Snake City. Only this time, it was sincere and full of murderous intent!
