The heavy rain in August poured down, spreading a vast curtain of rain among the rolling mountains. The tears of the Rain God turned into the Milky Way, and the Vulcan God's roar turned into a heat wave, falling from the sky and sweeping across the plateau land. The sun is cloudy, the weather is hot and humid, and it rains a lot. This is the vibrant midsummer and the Mexican Plateau at the height of the rainy season.
King Avit held the magic staff in his hand, climbed to the top of Tree Snake City, and looked at Yun She Mountain City in the north. He looked calm, with a faint smile, and a little bit unwilling to do his best.
Looking around, the fields are green and everything is flourishing. Birds soared in the sky, and American vultures circled on the mountaintops. Lush trees undulate at the end of the sky, giving the mountains in the north a layer of green. The fertile riverside fields are covered with weeds more than one meter high, which can even cover up the movements of the warriors.
In midsummer, the Tlaxcala Basin is full of green life. However, beneath this surface of vitality is cold cruelty. In the vast basin, the people of Fusheng disappeared, the prosperous villages were burned out, and the hope of continuation disappeared.
"The villages burned down, the young men died, and the fields were all barren... In the northern state of Tlaxcala, there will definitely be a great famine this year! And the nearly 100,000 remnants of Tlaxcala who fled into the mountains must have insufficient food, so they have to abandon the old and the weak , everyone eats each other..."
Gillim narrowed his eyes and looked at the mountains in the north, thinking silently. After the Eastern Expedition, the states of Tlaxcala will become the fiefdoms of His Highness. If the army can distribute food and lure the remnants of Tlaxcala to surrender in the mountains, the vitality of the fiefdom can be preserved to a greater extent.
However, in order to conquer Shushen City as soon as possible, the army from the North Route attacked day and night, causing great losses. The two royal regiments responsible for the main attack suffered casualties of two thousand warriors and two thousand militiamen. Among the samurai casualties, there were even more than 500 bronze-armored elites!
The three city-state legions suffered heavy casualties. Counting night attacks, they suffered casualties of 3,000 warriors and 4,000 militiamen. All added up, there were eleven thousand casualties, nearly half of which were samurai! This short siege was even more brutal than the previous battle at Feathered Serpent City!
"We attacked the fortified city and suffered so many casualties. All the legions were full of murderous intentions... There was no way to plead for the people of Tlaxcala."
Thinking of this, Gillim shook his head. As the chief intelligence officer, he knows what each legion is doing. He also advocates making the best use of people and does not like needless killing. However, the morale of the army was so high that the king could not restrain him without speaking.
The North Route Army suffered such heavy casualties, so after capturing Shushen City, they naturally did not spare any effort. After the city fell, there were only more than 3,000 captured women and children, and one or two thousand gods and warriors as sacrifices. As for the remaining 5,000 warriors and more than 9,000 strong men, they were all turned into corpses. It is not known whether they died in the siege or in the washing of the city after the city was broken.
At this point in the Eastern Expedition, two of the four Snake Cities were slaughtered, and the Tlaxcala tribe was wiped out from ten to seventy-eight. The northern Tlaxcala state once had a core tribe of 400,000 people and 100,000 men capable of fighting, making it the leader of the four northern and southern states. By this time, 400,000 tribesmen were either slaughtered, captured, or scattered and fled. Of the more than 100,000 men, more than 60,000 were killed and nearly 30,000 were captured and became sacrifices for the great sacrifice soon...
Under the rough numbers, there is endless blood and complete conquest. After the Eastern Expedition, the names of the old enemies, the Tlaxcalans, will soon sink to the bottom of the Tlaxcala River, buried in the muddy sand, and will gradually become invisible in the world!
"Gillim."
Avitt looked at the mountains to the north without looking back or glancing at the grass at his feet.
"Kings."
Gillim lowered his head solemnly and put away his distant thoughts. He has seen the weeds beneath his feet, but the weeds will not remain in his heart.
"Do you think I conquered the Tlaxcalans in this eastern expedition?"
Avitt narrowed his eyes, looked at the looming mountain fortress, and silently clenched the staff in his hand.
"Your Majesty, you conquered the Tlaxcala people! All the tribes that resisted to the end and refused to surrender have been wiped out by the army. And after the victory ceremony, the descendants of the Tlaxcala people will also be wiped out from the world. Disappear in time!”
Gillim saluted respectfully and answered affirmatively.
"Yeah. It's just that there are still two snake cities that have not been captured."
Avitt nodded slowly, with a calm expression. There was not much joy on his face. His cold gaze looked to the east, as if to the endless lake.
"And the Totonacs to the east, and the Mixtecs to the southeast, and the Huastecs further south, and the Mayas far to the east... not conquered!"
"Kings..."
Gilliam pursed his lips. He lowered his head, carefully organized his words, and warned tactfully.
"The altar on the top of the sacred mountain is made of solid rocks, built piece by piece... If it is left empty in a hurry, there is a danger of collapse. The top priority now is to stabilize the alliance and control the priests in the capital..."
"Please lead the main force of the royal family as soon as possible, return to the capital in the lake, and suppress all parties in the alliance! ... As for the remaining two mountain cities and hill cities, leave them to His Highness Shulot, who is good at fighting! ..."
"Yeah. You're right."
Avitt nodded and exhaled quietly. Then he turned and looked south, a smile on his face.
"Counting the time, the envoy sent should have arrived!"
The king's gaze seemed to have traveled hundreds of miles, through the vast and desolate Tlaxcala Basin, through the burned-out and broken Holy City of Cholula, to the cold and towering Yanfeng Mountain, and to the ever-populated Water Valley City Camp.
Outside the main camp of Shuigu City, there is endless green fields as far as the eye can see. Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors are stationed here, and hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcalanons are busy non-stop.
In August, the farmland is full of vitality, and the tall corns have already taken out their tassels. It is the time when fertility is the fastest, the growth is the largest, and the most fertilizer and water are needed. The land after fighting is always extra fertile. The military priests who managed the villages also brought new composting technology. The good growth of corn this season surprised the old Tlaxcala farmers. Many people began to pray to the Lord God for a good autumn harvest.
At this moment, Black Wolf's royal flag is still standing high in Shuigu City. Shulot sat cross-legged in the hall, staring at the map in front of him in trance.
However, after not seeing each other for more than two months, time left traces of change on the young man's face. In his eyes, there was less of a passionate smile and more of a calm depth. His face lost the arrogance of youth and gained the calmness of vicissitudes of life.
Partings in life and death are unforgettable... There are always some people who are willing to use their lives to make you grow. There is always love, which makes you mature after losing it...and there is always some parting, which makes the romantic boyhood never come back.
Shulot stretched out his hand and slowly rowed southward along the marks on the map. There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, as well as the coldness of a mature commander.
"Bertard, where are the Black Wolf's legions?"
Hearing this, Bertard spoke quietly, stretched out his hand under the flower bush, and pointed lightly.
"Your Highness, Black Wolf's Guaquili Corps has captured Huacong Village and captured more than 4,000 people. The Guaquili Corps and the Tlaxcala surrender barracks are being repaired in Huacong Village. And the vanguard's canine squad is a short distance away. The important northern town of the Mixtecs, the sacred stone city of Tehuacan, is less than a hundred miles away!”
The sacred stone city of Tehuacán is the "tehuacán" of later generations. In the Nahua language, the word means "place of the gods" or "place of stones." In the words of the Mixtecs, this place is called "the ancient place where the gods live, the fertile valley where the temples stand."
The valley where the Holy Stone City is located is the Tehuacan Valley. In this valley, there are not only ancient sacred stone cities, but also a large number of ancestor ruins, as well as many small pyramid temples. In fact, this is one of the first areas where corn was domesticated. Corn grain samples unearthed in later generations can be traced back to 3600 BC.
In this era, Shenshi City was the most important city-state in the northern Mixtecs. The Tehuacan Valley is a prosperous valley where tens of thousands of Mixtec tribes gather.
"very good!"
Shulot nodded with satisfaction. Then, he thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.
"The rainy season is difficult, and it is not easy to go on an expedition... Bertard, tell me the truth! How many casualties did the Black Wolf army suffer during the capture of Huacong Village?"
"Your Highness, two months into the expedition, the casualties of the Guakili Army are indeed only 500, and they have been made up from the surrender camp."
Having said this, Bertard paused and lowered his head slightly.
"However, the five thousand Tlaxcala troops in his hand... have been almost used up."
Hearing this, Xiulote's brows jumped and his expression suddenly changed. He pursed his lips and said nothing. After a moment of pondering, his mood gradually calmed down and his eyes became indifferent.
"Select another 5,000 people from the captured Tlaxcaladines and send them to Black Wolf! Priority will be given to warriors with experience in battle... Tell him that now is the busy farming season, Mixtec We can’t spare too many militiamen...continue to go south, besiege Shenshi City, and burn the Tehuacan Valley!”
"Yes, Your Highness. Follow your will!"
Bertard bowed and agreed, immediately summoned his personal guards and arranged for the messenger to be sent.
Shulot looked calm and continued to look at the map in front of him. His gaze moved westward and stopped at Xiaoliuzhai, a hundred miles south of Daolulu City. After a moment, he reached out and pressed it, and gave another sharp order.
"Send an order to have the Yuyan Corps keep an eye on the thousands of Stek warriors in Xiaoliu Village! When the peak of the rainy season passes, the Imperial Guard Corps will be dispatched to completely pull out the nails behind this! Then, Three legions moved south from two routes at the same time, capturing the Mixtec mountain and river city in one fell swoop!”
At this point, Shulot's eyes became sharp, and his murderous intent burned like a flame.
"Since the Mixtecs want to play with fire, I will set fire to their ancestral land of the West Capital!"
"Your Highness..."
Seeing the killing intent in His Highness's eyes, Bertard pursed his lips and hesitated to speak. In the past two months, His Highness's murderous nature has obviously become much stronger... After a few breaths, the loyal warrior captain secretly sighed and bowed his head to obey.
"Do your will!"
In a few words, the strategy of the Southern Route Army was finalized. Hulot continued to look at the map, while Bertard stood beside him. Both of them were in a trance, and the hall became quiet.
When you are in a high position, your quiet time is always short. Many decisions converge toward the highest power, just as water converges toward lower places. A few quarters of an hour later, the shield guard Tels came from outside the palace, knelt on the ground, and loudly responded.
"Your Highness, there is a messenger from the king coming from the north!"
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