The morning sun rises and the clouds spread across the sky. This is the autumn light of September. The mountain breeze whistles, and the long wolf flag shines. There are birds in the smoke, and the eagle feathers are fluttering. Outside the flat water valley city, the continuous Mexican camp was bathed in the bright morning light and gradually became bustling with people.
"Didi, didi!"
The trumpet sounded, and tens of thousands of legion warriors woke up from their sleep. They arranged their clothes, maintained their weapons, and prepared their morning meals.
"Woo~! Woo~!"
The desolate horn passed through the vast valley, awakening more than 20 farming camps that stretched for dozens of miles. Under the orders of the militia captain, thousands of Tlaxca Moths emerged from simple shacks and holes in the ground. Then, everyone, men, women, old and young, gathered in front of the emblem of the main god in the center of the camp.
Soon, under the leadership of the priest of the Lord God, more than 100,000 people raised their heads in unison, facing the morning light from the east, and prayed to the Supreme Lord God!
"Praise be to my god Huitzilopochtli! She is supreme, mighty and omnipotent! She gives us sunshine and rain, harvests and food!..."
Chaotic prayers resounded across the vast valley, like showers in the rainy season, blending into neat thunder. This kind of group prayer, every time it is held, is so unforgettable and deeply engraved in the hearts of the villagers and warriors!
At this moment, many Tlaxcala people who had just converted to the Lord God could not help but shed tears. There seemed to be a beam of light in the sky, falling on their barren and dry hearts, dispelling the darkness of death and bringing hope of new life! Everything, like the farmland near the camp, indicates a peaceful future.
"...Praise my God! She protects me and uses her spear and plow to write a new chapter in the whole world!"
Shulot wore sacrificial robes, raised his hands high, and shouted the king's prayer to the red sun in the sky. He stood at the head of Shuigu City and looked around. The endless corn fields came into view.
The corn in the field is lush and lush. Most of the plants have one or two cobs, and there are only a few that are leggy and lodging. In addition, the rainy season is over and the weather is sunny, making the weather perfect for harvesting. This year's harvest is obviously a rare bumper harvest in the Shuigu City area!
"The land after fighting is always more fertile... The use of compost also helps to a certain extent..."
Shulot's eyes were bright and he straightened his spine. He looked at the boundless, green and golden farmland in front of him, with a satisfied smile on his face, like a sincere child, and even his voice became clear.
"Five million acres! Half a million acres of harvested fields! I led the Guards Corps and stationed here for nearly half a year, personally managing various camps and guiding more than 100,000 Tlaxcala people, just for this scene!"
Looking at the king's star-like eyes and listening to the king's proud declaration, Na Xiu's heart beat rapidly. She held her heart with difficulty, her eyes gradually became hazy, like dew in the sun, and she rushed toward the sun's rays without hesitation.
"Congratulations, Your Highness! You are the true king!"
Bertard bowed his head respectfully and praised sincerely.
"The harvest fields are where the people's hearts are, and where the divinity is! You are the immortal Shulotel, in charge of rebirth and death, and will bring pure and bright vitality after destroying the decayed death!"
"Ha ha!"
Hearing this, Shulot laughed heartily, feeling comfortable all over, even his pores relaxed. Building and creating always brings long-lasting happiness. At this moment, the joy and satisfaction in his heart are better than leading thousands of people to fight on the battlefield!
The sun is rising slowly, birds are circling in the sky, farmers are busy in the fields, and warriors are practicing in the camp. Everything is in order.
Shulot walked down the city, changed into a light white robe, and walked into the main hall of the city. He sat cross-legged in the hall, with Naxiu carrying a dagger behind him and Bertard holding a bronze sword on his left. On his right side is a resolute and steady middle-aged warrior. The warrior's face was a little older, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
"Bertard, September is coming to an end, the rainy season has passed, and the autumn harvest should be fine. King Avit has sent another messenger, urging very urgently... In two days, I will lead four thousand janissaries northward. , to meet the king of Tree Snake City!"
Speaking of this, Shulot looked at the calm warrior captain, then looked at the middle-aged warrior on the other side, and smiled gently.
"On this trip north, in addition to the 4,000 Imperial Guards, there are also 8,000 Feathered Goose Legions, 8,000 Flower Tree Legions, and 1,000 elite fire warriors recruited from various ministries to supplement the King's newly-organized Guards... .A total of more than 20,000 people. The army only needs to prepare food for twenty days. When we reach the North Route Army, there will naturally be food supplies."
"Your Highness, you... only bring four thousand guards?"
Hearing this, Bertard pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.
It is only one hundred and fifty miles from Shuigu City to Shushen City. The large Tlaxcala strongholds along the way were all wiped out by the Northern and Southern Legions. It only takes ten days for the South Route Army to move north, even with a slow-moving artillery battalion. However, after more than a hundred miles, there are two states controlled by the Northern Route Army. And the king's army has an absolute advantage...
"Yes. Four thousand guards, including three thousand heavy armor and one thousand artillery battalions, are completely enough!"
Shulot smiled confidently and made a decision.
"As for the remaining three thousand guards... Bertard, I leave them all to you! The Black Wolf has sent the news, the Holy Stone City has sent an envoy to express surrender, and the Mixtec people have fully contracted. His Guakili The legion will return soon. The scouts from the south have also confirmed the movements of the Mixtecs."
"...Now that the threat to the rear route has been eliminated, half of the royal regiments and militia from the Yamaguchi Fortress Group and Daolu City can be mobilized to fill the main camp in Shuigu City. These are the three thousand Mexica warriors and the three thousand Lake District militia , a total of 6,000 people. There are more than 10,000 people in the Panmang Legion. Although it is mainly militia, it can also be used to maintain various farming camps. Plus the 15,000 people in the hands of Black Wolf..."
"Bertard, my loyal warrior captain, will take charge of the south for me! After I leave, all the thirty thousand warriors in the south will be under your command!"
"Be optimistic about the camp in Water Valley City, complete this year's autumn harvest, and appease the more than 100,000 Tlaxcala villagers! ...By the way, Black Wolf said, he will also bring back more than 20,000 Mixtec young men. You But help me transport all these precious people back to the Lake Kingdom!"
Bertard was shocked when he heard that he was sitting in the south. He opened his mouth in surprise and asked worriedly.
"Your Highness, are you going to be escorted to the north this time?"
"Haha! It doesn't matter. The captain of the guard, Eckart, is very skilled in martial arts and has guarded my grandfather for many years. This time when I go north, he will stay with me to provide military advice and participate in the defense. Well, this is also the advice you gave me before."
After saying that, Shulot extended his hand cordially and patted the middle-aged warrior on the right on the shoulder. The other party was his grandfather's personal guard and a family warrior he had known since childhood.
"Eckart, I'm leaving it to you this time to go north!"
Ekart, the former chief of the high priest's bodyguard and a middle-aged family warrior, immediately knelt down on the ground and bowed his head in worship.
"Your Highness, you are the heir to the royal family of the Holy City! I will defend you to the death, just like my father, ancestors and brothers! I will stand in front of you, no matter it is thunder, arrows, spears or axes, It’s still poison!”
Seeing Eckard kneeling in front of the king and saluting, Bertard pursed his lips, with complicated emotions surging in his heart. However, he knew that His Highness had already chosen a new path for him. All this is inevitable after all.
After a few breaths, the calm warrior commander knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply.
"Your Highness, follow your will, my only sun!"
"very good!"
Shulot nodded slightly, his expression calm, but with an increasingly mature majesty. He pondered for a moment, counted the food in the camp, and then asked seriously.
"Bertard, how is the transfer of Tlaxcala's youth going?"
"Your Highness, since the Eastern Expedition, the South Route Kingdom Army has always taken the acquisition of Dingkou as its top priority. Before attacking the Holy City in June, the South Route Army captured 120,000 people from various tribes in Tlaxcala, killed 30,000 people, and transported 30,000 people , all young and old people under the age of 35."
Bertard paused for a moment, looked at His Highness's calm face, and then spoke cautiously.
"After the Holy City of Cholula... was pacified, another 90,000 people were captured and 30,000 were killed. In the past three months, a large number of new canoes built by the kingdom were launched into the water, and the transfer was accelerated. A total of 60,000 people were moved before and after! In total, Come, the Southern Route Army has captured 210,000 people, and has relocated 90,000 people. There are still about 120,000 people stationed in the valleys around Shuigucheng, responsible for the autumn harvest of 500,000 acres of fields!"
"Okay! Okay! Nearly half of the more than 200,000 people have migrated! As long as these 200,000 tribes are placed in the south of the kingdom, the strength of the Kingdom in the Lake will grow completely new!"
The young king was very satisfied. He turned and looked to the southeast. When the Black Wolf's Guakili Army returned, there would be another 20,000 young men. These migrating tribes and young men have all had their original nobility and leaders wiped out, and are now completely in the hands of the kingdom! And when these more than 200,000 people are stabilized, they can support a retired army!
"In this conflicting world of Central America, after all, it is the legion in hand that speaks for itself!"
Shulot lowered his eyes, thoughts flashed in his mind, and ambition surged in his chest. After a long time, he waved to Bertard to come closer and tell him another key priority and final arrangement.
The bonfire burns slowly, swaying without the wind. The moon sets and the sun rises, and the water flows for another two days. The water flows south and north against the Talsas River, which is the original source of the river. The towering White Snake Hill City and Yunshe Mountain City are just sixty or seventy miles north of the river source.
At the end of September, Black Wolf's royal flag was raised high, and surrounded by four thousand guardsmen, they slowly marched to the north. The heavy bronze cannon was dragged by the peasants, containing the power of destruction. And a large number of city-state legions have already taken the first step to the king's camp outside Tree Snake City.
The king walked along the mountain road, from the harvest-rich fields in the south to the weedy north. However, this time, there was no high wolf flag on his back, only a silver box that seemed cold but kept him warm.
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