Red is spread under the city wall, like the deepest dye. The head is hung on the city gate, turning into the most vivid death.
"In the eyes of the Mexica people, the descendants of gods with noble blood are just sacrifices to the God of War... So, will the priests of the holy holy city be any different?..."
The Vizier priests and elders closed their mouths tightly and stood up with a gloomy expression. He didn't say a word, and the rest of the journey was filled with silence.
Everyone walked under the heads of the descendants of Tlaxcala and arrived outside the city. The field of vision suddenly widened, with mountains undulating in the distance and fields covered with green grass. Near the city wall, there is a battlefield being cleared. Traces of tragedy can be seen everywhere, but the vitality of spring is nurtured in the busyness.
Under the supervision of four to five hundred Mexica warriors, thousands of Tlaxcala militiamen were busy outside the city with their heads lowered. They dug several huge pits and continuously threw the naked corpses of soldiers into the pits. It was late spring in the warm weather, and the body would decompose quickly and must be buried as soon as possible.
Wezier stood beside the pit, stopped, and stared silently for a while. The dense mass of death came into his eyes and penetrated deeply into his mind, sending chills down his spine.
There are probably at least three to four thousand corpses in this pit alone! What is even more shocking is that among these corpses, there are not only moth people as humble as grass, but also strong warriors and gods with snake tattoos!
"The humble mothfolk, ordinary warriors, and noble gods... were all stripped naked, thrown into a deep pit, and buried together..."
The vizier was trembling in his heart, his face was pale, and he stood for a long time without taking a step.
"Ha! This cowardly tribal priest was frightened by the pile of corpses!..."
"Huh? What kind of Cholula tribe can actually allow such a timid person to serve as the tribe's priest?"
"It seems to be a weak tribe! But I heard that it is extremely wealthy, with countless spices, gold, silver, jade... and thousands of fertile women!"
"Ah! Is this tribe here to surrender? If not, let's go grab one!..."
The whispers of the canine kept coming. They looked at the Wezier with obvious disdain.
Wezier pursed his lips and did not respond. Although he has never been on the battlefield, he has sacrificed hundreds of sacrifices and is used to seeing death. The reason he was really afraid was not the thousands of naked corpses, but the way these corpses were disposed of, and the attitude of the Mexicans towards the nobles of the gods!
"The noble and the humble, the noble and the base... In this barbaric war, there is no difference, they are all buried together... O Nava gods!..."
The vizier closed his eyes and prayed silently. He was vaguely aware of the changes in war, which had become more brutal, more disrespectful, and more destructive. The tradition and order that the holy city of Cholula has maintained for hundreds of years is being completely dismantled and being buried in the ground.
"The era of subversion is coming accelerating, like stars falling from the sky... Could it be that this is what the Mexicans call the fifth era? The rewriting of noble and humble, the fusion of all peoples..."
The priests and elders of the Holy City had no answer. He just felt that Chief Petel should see this with his own eyes. Mexica people have undergone tremendous changes, from beliefs, thoughts to wars, they are no longer what they were ten years ago...
"Priest Vizier Elder, it's time for us to leave!"
Captain Mexica waited for a while and then issued a warning.
"okay."
Wezier nodded and took one last look at the piles of cotton armor, leather hats and obsidian weapons next to the big pit.
These equipments were tattered and incomplete, and they were all pulled out from the bodies of the Tlaxcala warriors who died in battle. In this day and age, it is impossible to give up these supplies and bury them with the body. And what will happen to the busy Tlaxcala militiamen after they get used to seeing the death of noble warriors?
"Let's go!"
The vizier didn't want to think too much. He turned around and followed the footsteps of the Mexica captain towards the legion camp in the south. For him, the most important thing now is how to preserve the status of the holy city of Cholula and convince the Mexica people's "God of Death"!
The breeze blew along the mountains and came to the vast campsite. It blew past the outer fence, passed through the open-air grass bed, brushed past the extinguished bonfire, and finally came to the strict tent. Outside the big tent, there were dozens of armored guards guarding them, keeping vigilance at all times.
A young guard came in a hurry and inspected the jade talisman outside the tent before being allowed in. He opened the tent door, stepped inside carefully, glanced at the army commanders, and then reported back to His Highness in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, the Holy City of Cholula has sent an envoy, who is the Vizier Priest Elder!"
"Oh? The elder of the Holy City?"
Shulot looked serious and frowned slightly.
"I am holding a military meeting and will not see him today. Let him wait in the camp and rest patiently for two days!"
"Yes! Your Highness!"
The young guard nodded respectfully and was about to leave.
"By the way, send two more warriors to take him around the camp and see the Guards Corps!"
"Yes! Your Highness!"
Shulot smiled and his eyes moved slightly. He has been very busy these two days, and he really doesn't want to see the messenger from the Holy City. He still had some plans for the Holy City, and he needed to exert pressure step by step... Soon, the king put aside the matter of the envoy and looked at the people in the big tent again.
"In the past few days, the remaining enemies in Shuigu City have been wiped out, and the surrounding tribes have almost been wiped out. The battle losses of your legion have also been calculated! Black Wolf, you go first!"
"As you command, Your Highness!"
Black Wolf Toltec held his head high, glanced at the leaders of the city-state legions, and answered confidently.
"Since the December Eastern Expedition, the Guakili Legion has defeated the enemy several times in every battle! Scouting teams are sent out everywhere to control the intelligence of the Tlaxcala people! Even the fortified Water Valley City is under my command Come on, break through from Nancheng!..."
Hearing Black Wolf's words, the three southern city-state army commanders, "Yuyan" Mihoti, "Huashu" Huochukua, and "Pan Python" Moyahualuo, all showed embarrassment on their faces. They didn't know what to do. Open your mouth.
The traditional territory of the Mexican Federation is eleven states. According to the distance from Lake Texcoco, it can be divided into four states in the north, four states in the lake area, and three states in the south. Among them, the four states in the Lake District are now directly under the royal family.
As for the remaining seven states, although they were affected by the centralization reform and gradually lost their autonomy in the appointment and dismissal of priests, payment of tributes, and inheritance of nobles, they still maintained independent city-state legions. These city-state legions are composed of private soldiers of various major nobles, and the legion commanders usually come from the most powerful Glory family in the country.
"Yuyan" Mihoti comes from the largest of the three southern states, Southwestern Lazico State. "Flower Tree" Hochcu came from the wealthy state of Sarco State in the south. Well, as for "Pan Python" Moyahualuo, he comes from the poor and broken state of Vactepec at the junction of the southeastern alliance and the Tlaxcala people.
They responded to the king's call during the war, and each led a regiment of 8,000 men to participate in the war, but still maintained the command of their respective city-state legions. As for the performance of the Eastern Expedition in the past few months, it is really difficult to describe.
