The mountains are green and stretch from east to west, like the double shells of a shellfish closing together, leaving only the narrow mouth of the valley in the northeast. At this moment, the hot wind came from the south, passed over the bright red camp at the mouth of the valley, and drifted towards the vast mountains on both sides. In the mountains of the Mixtec Highlands, there are towering jacaranda trees (Jada) and cuetyochiti (cuetyochiti), also known as poinsettias, all over the mountains and plains.
"In spring, blue flowers fall from the clouds. In autumn, red flowers bloom on the ground. They are all spiritual and avoid the hot summer!"
The summer wind blows, bringing a fishy smell as strong as flowers. Blossoms of blood spread inside and outside the mountain pass. Richie, the woodpecker, was covered in blood and stood on the wall at the entrance of the valley. His eyes were red, but his eyes were a little dazed, like a woodpecker about to fall asleep or a coyote that had just opened its eyes.
"The priests of the Rain God taught us, ancient people of the rain, not to cut down a tree in the hot season. Because the sap of the tree will flow and torture the spirit of the tree... I once followed the Rain God's instructions. Teaching, that is the divine me!”
The land of Mixtec is called ??uu Dzahui, the "Land of the Rain God." The Mixtecs themselves are called Nusavi (??uu Savi), which means "the people of the rain." People in the rain believe in gods and believe that everything has animism. In their daily prayers, they will put "I" at the end of their prayers. This follows ancient teachings and expresses sanctity and reverence.
"However, the hot summer is the season of death. The spring flowers have fallen and the autumn flowers have not bloomed. The boundless flowers of death bloom in the valley blessed by the rain god. Because God is also dead..."
Richie the Woodpecker murmured, his face flushed with the flush after the fight. His right hand held a red-dyed copper ax, and his left hand held the head of Shenshui tribe leader, "Yunshui" Aqingo. The head's eyes were wide open, and its face was full of anger, unwillingness and despair. At this time, drops of blood fell from Richie's hands at the same time, fell on the wall of the camp at his feet, and soaked into the entire camp in front of him.
Looking around, the fence of the camp was split with a copper axe. The wooden wall was filled with spears and arrows, and several gaps were broken. Layers of corpses lay lying in the gaps in the wall. The corpses of warriors and militiamen were entangled randomly, twisted into different postures, and trampled tightly into a ball by countless pairs of feet, no longer distinguishable from each other.
Hundreds of surrendered Shenshi City warriors were rummaging through the piles of corpses throughout the camp with red eyes. As long as they saw the Shenshui warriors who were still alive, they would show no mercy, aim at the fragile neck, and stab out the worn stone spears in their hands. In the past two hours, the soldiers of the Shenshui Division stabbed their comrades to death without hesitation.
The blood is getting richer and richer, blended with the fragrance of summer flowers, even a little sweet. A faint pool of blood was flowing from the heights of the camp to the lowlands in the north and south. From a distance, the entire red camp looks like a blooming Mixtec red flower, the delicate Cuitla Ochiti.
To the north of the wall are thousands of Mexican warriors. In the middle of the military formation, the flag of the Black Wolf was flying. At the front of the military formation, there were hundreds of spears with hideous and terrifying heads stuck on them. More than a hundred headless corpses knelt under the spears, using the warm blood of the defeated soldiers to outline another flower of death.
To the south of the wall, more than a thousand Mixtec soldiers were pursuing southward, chasing down the defeated Shenshui warriors. The number of warriors on both sides was roughly equal, but one side screamed, howled, and brandished spears, like a pack of wounded ferocious wolves; while the other side cried, howled, and dropped their hunting bows, like a herd of cowardly deer fleeing. .
It is hard to imagine that just an hour ago, the same two groups of people were fighting in the camp, stabbing each other with spears. The warriors fell one after another, and the corpses piled up over the camp wall. The huge "wolf pack" was once defeated, but was forced by the more ferocious jaguar. Under the leadership of the leader of the woodpecker, he burst out with courage and killed the enemy leader.
But now, when the brutal fight was decided, the "deer herd" instantly collapsed and completely lost its resistance. The battle that followed was nothing but a one-sided massacre. As a result, the intertwined warm red bloomed in the south of the valley mouth, slowly spreading and turning into another dead flower bush.
"It's the flower of death and it's Mixtec blood...all of it!"
Richie the woodpecker stood still, looking at the fertile valley in the south with misty eyes. The corn harvest is in sight, and the fields are fragrant everywhere. The crowds fled through the farmland, trampling the hope of harvest and falling together with the corn. The soldiers who were chasing them ran very fast, and the strong men who were chasing them were even faster than the samurai of Shenshi City. At this moment, they are no longer the devout and obedient people of the rain, but coyotes holding weapons and converting to the Mexica God of War.
Not long after, when the evening sun set towards the west, sporadic fires started to light up from the village of Shenshuibu. In the warm summer wind, there were faint shouts and the shrill wails of women.
Richie the Woodpecker lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew that after tonight, the Tehuakan Divine Water Tribe, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, claimed to be descendants of gods, and had more than 10,000 mouths, would cease to exist. And all of this was done by him and the surrendered Mixtec soldiers!
"Woo~woo~Rain God...I beg you...to save...ah!"
Hearing the cries in the wind, the warriors of Shenshi City, who were killing with red eyes, finally regained some sense. The warrior captain Nuu (??uu) came to the battalion commander Richie holding a spear. He glanced at the leader's head in Richie's hand, thinking of the bravery of the opponent in the battle formation, and slightly restrained his murderous intent. Nuwu lowered his spear and lowered his head.
"Big Bird Chief, the commander of the Mexican Army said that all the spoils of the Divine Water Department belong to us!"
The warrior captain Nuwu raised his head and looked at the wolf flag in the north with awe. The powerful Mexican army in the north did not move at all, and there was no movement to compete for the spoils of war. Seeing this, his reddish eyes were filled with strong desire, and he swallowed saliva in his throat.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise the generous captain of the Mexica Army! The Divine Water Tribe occupies the divine spring and has always been very wealthy. Their descendants of the gods are aloof and never look down at the ordinary tribesmen... Leaders, pioneer warriors We are having a good time, let’s go there quickly! Haha, I have never tasted the taste of the Saint of Guarding the Spring!..."
"Holy Tears of the Rain God, revered Holy Lady of the Fountain..."
Hearing this, Richie the Woodpecker opened his eyes suddenly. He had a complicated expression, and he looked at each other for a long time with Nuwu, the warrior captain with a calm face.
Nuwu had a ruthless look on his face and greed in his eyes. When he mentioned the supreme rain god, the reverence and fear he once felt had disappeared. What is left is only the wildness of a wolf, which has just broken free from the shackles of the people in the rain, revealing the ferocity of the wilderness.
"Big Bird Boss?"
"Nuu... palm trees in the rain..."
Richie the woodpecker called lowly. Nuu (??uu) means "rain tree", the tree in the rain. From the common name "tree", it can be seen that Nuwu should be a warrior from a small tribe. The title of "Rain" was probably obtained from the priest of the tribe because of his bravery.
In the ancient and traditional Mixtec society, a warrior like this from an ordinary background, no matter how good at fighting, can obtain the title of "Rain" and lead dozens of people, is already at the top. Throughout his life, he mostly married ordinary minor nobles and barely squeezed into the upper echelons of the tribe. As for the superior and extraordinary divine woman, it is a no-brainer...
"Nuwu, in today's battle, the Mexica people pressed our battalion and attacked forward with all their might. If you take even half a step back, you will die. The head of the battalion of 3,000 people, more than 1,000 people died in the battle, and we finally finally succeeded. Defeated the Divine Water Division!...The fighting is so brutal, are you still willing to continue fighting for the Mexica people?"
"Um?"
Hearing this, the warrior captain Nuwu shrank his pupils and looked around warily. There were only a dozen or so people around, all of them trusted warriors. Nuwu breathed a sigh of relief and asked solemnly in a low voice.
"Boss Rich, what do you...mean? Do you have any plans?"
"...Although the Shenshui tribe is unruly, they are also an ancient tribe in the valley. They have guarded the sacred spring for generations and passed down the teachings of the Rain God. Although we people in the rain also conquer each other, we will never be like the Mexica people. , extinguish the inheritance of divinity, sacrifice all descendants of gods, and even slaughter noble priests!..."
Richie the Woodpecker pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice. He was born into a minor nobleman of the tribe. Although he was not a descendant of the gods, he also received the teachings of the priests. At this point in his fate, the temple in his heart has gradually collapsed, but the tradition of the Mixtec nobility still remains, which is the understanding of gods and tribes, as well as the subconscious recognition and compliance with the order of superiority and inferiority.
The warrior captain Nuwu thought for a moment and didn't quite understand what the battalion commander Richie meant. He glanced at the fire in the south, suppressed the surging passion in his heart, and asked cautiously.
"...Boss, there is still contact between you and Shenshi City?"
In Nuwu's view, no matter how powerful and invincible the Mexica army is, they will eventually leave. And for surrendered soldiers like them, if they have a chance and a way out, staying in their hometown would be an option. Of course, the premise is that there must be a way out, and there will be no settling of accounts and settling the blood on their hands.
"...No."
Richie the Woodpecker was silent for a moment and shook his head. The head of the family, Blue Snake Guku, was killed outside the city. Shenshi City lost three thousand elites and lost the Yunzhong Temple. These days, the chiefs and leaders in the city are probably scared out of their wits, and their troops are very limited. They just defended and waited for reinforcements from other city-states. They no longer cared about the tribes outside the city, let alone colluded with the surrender of troops.
"Then, is it Yunshan City in the south that gave you the promise?"
Hearing this, Richie the Woodpecker was silent again and shook his head. He knew that reinforcements from Yunshan City had arrived in this area, and had also encountered the other party's scouts in the mountains. It's just that the opponent's number is very small, they don't dare to go north, and they are very wary and hateful of the surrendering soldiers.
"...nor."
"Harm! Then what else do you say?"
The warrior captain Nuwu stamped his foot and raised his spear again. He glanced at the woodpecker head coldly and curled his lips in disdain.
"Big Bird Leader! In the Mixtec Army in Shenshi City, you are just a rain god warrior leading a hundred people, and I am just an ordinary leader of twenty! But now, in the martial Mexica Army, you are A battalion captain of three thousand men, I am also a samurai captain of two hundred men!”
"In the Divine Stone City, the descendants of the gods sit on high carriages and will not look at us. But with the Mexica Legion, we can trample the descendants of the gods under our feet and suppress the ladies under us! In fact, this is just the beginning! The Tlaxcala warriors in the army returned very early, and many of them were recruited into the regular army of Mexica because of their military merits, and were granted titles and titles for the same military merits!..."
"...Boss, we are all ants in the rain now. After leaving the nest, there is no way out! If we can live for one day, we will live happily for one day! If we die in battle and the rain god doesn't want us, we will Go see the God of War!...Ouch!..."
After shouting this call, captain Nu Wu didn't even look back, and ran towards the village of Shenshui Department with a bloody spear in hand. As he ran, he howled like a wolf, running toward the red firelight under the red sunset, on the bloody field.
Dozens of warriors from Shenshi City followed him, howling excitedly and wildly together. They couldn't wait and pounced on the villages of the Shenshui tribe, like tigers and wolves pounced on their prey.
Looking at this scene, Woodpecker Richie was in a trance. He looked at the dim mountains on both sides, at the blood-red blooming in front and behind, and at the gradually boiling killing and fire.
"Where am I? Is this the Mixtec Highlands, which has been inherited for three thousand years, is rich and orderly? Or is it the desolate, vast, wild and cruel northern wasteland in the legend?..."
The sunset slowly sets, and the sunset spreads across the horizon. After the war, there were only a few dozen Mixtec guards left in the dilapidated mountain pass camp. Other warriors and militiamen disappeared into the southern valleys to join in the unbridled plundering. The Jiangbing Barracks was established not long ago, and the only ones who were truly loyal to the battalion commander Rich and could withstand the killing urge were these dozens of personal guards. The guards looked at each other and waited for a long time before someone finally spoke.
"Battal Commander? Us?..."
"Hoo! ~Oooh!..."
Richie took a long breath and howled like a wolf. He seemed to be shouting out the soul in his chest and inhaling a new wolf soul. Then, he pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.
"Let's go too!"
"Ah? Battalion Commander, that's the north!"
"Well. Let's go and see the Mexica commander. I have some suggestions for army reorganization that I would like to mention. And in this army, the only one who really has the final say is Commander Black Wolf!... .As for you, if you want to go south and plunder, you can go there yourself."
"..."
The guards looked at each other and hesitated in their steps. But in the end, they still held their weapons and followed the battalion commander who was brave and unusual. Behind them, the setting sun fell into the sky, and the bright red was submerged in darkness, covering up the killings of the Mixtecs, while the wild flames in the south gradually disappeared behind the camp.
Soon, little bonfires appeared in front of them. The patrolling warriors wore armor and held bronze soldiers, carrying the unique Mexican chill. A dark wolf flag fluttered in the night wind.
The giant black wolf stood tall and independent, looking up at the moonlight in the sky and looking down at the new firelight at its feet. In the eyes of this black wolf, there is no remnant enemy in the north, nor the so-called killing in the south. It just follows the will of the western sun and looks to the east where the moon rises.
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