The fall of Jinwan City and the surrender of the Jinwan tribes and the Eastern Allied Forces marked the end of a long decisive battle. As the losers in the decisive battle, most of the western Totonak tribes were defeated and surrendered, while the eastern Totonak tribes lost most of their elites and could no longer organize a powerful army. From then on, the kingdom's army's eastern expedition to the Totonac coast also entered a new stage of conquest!
The stubborn obstacle suddenly disappeared, and the kingdom's army continued eastward. Black Wolf Toltec couldn't wait to wait, and personally led the vanguard legion of six thousand warriors across the wide adobe river in the captured war boat! He has received a new order from the king to take advantage of the great victory to conquer the two cities of Zhuowu and Coyote, which are more than a hundred miles away across the river.
The wolf howls of the canine warriors echoed in the jungle on the east bank of the river. The village of Totonac along the coast surrendered to the scout's team with almost no resistance. Three thousand dog descendants led the way, and a thousand artillery battalions led two thousand Qinbo Ali troops to surrender, transporting heavy bronze cannons and heading towards the Cone House City in the jungle with difficulty.
Among the vanguard legions, there are also a group of chiefs who have just converted and have the emblem of the Lord God engraved on their foreheads. The war boat, loaded with warriors and baggage, crossed the rapid river. The two chiefs, Yoerzin, the chief of Cone House City, and Timberwolf Mayakun, the chief of Coyote City, both looked gloomy. Under the supervision of the canine warriors, they boarded the east bank of the Adobe River, the extremely familiar land of East Totonak. At this moment, they stood by the river and looked at each other, staring at the dark red sun hummingbird on each other's forehead, both looking a little miserable.
"Across the river...it's the land of East Totonak..."
Yorjin, the chief of Conewu City, pursed his lips and looked toward the green jungle and swamp in the east. He was familiar with this path, and a hundred miles further east would be his tribe and city. During the battles with the Mexicans, he returned to the city-state twice and led the warriors from Cone House City along this road to rescue Golden Bay City. However, coming back this time has been more difficult than ever, and it can even be said to be betrayal...
"Lin Wolf, are we going back like this? Leading the Mexica army to persuade the city-state to surrender?"
"Otherwise? Jorzin, do we have any other choice?"
The great chief of Coyote City, Timberwolf Mayakun, raised his head, revealing a face that seemed to be crying and smiling. He has narrow eyes like a wolf, but does not have the fierce determination of a wolf. Therefore, after being captured by the Mexica, he hesitated again and again and thought about committing suicide several times, but finally converted to the Lord God and chose to surrender.
"Of course, you can also use the sacrificial obsidian dagger to anoint your own neck like the great chief of the grass mandala, Saint Tutlako!"
Hearing the name of Saint Tutrako and thinking of his heroic death, Chief Yorjin gritted his teeth and reached for the dagger at his waist... However, after a moment, he lowered his palm feebly and sighed. tone.
"Hey! The Lord God forgives us! Since we didn't kill ourselves when we took the blood oath to convert... now, let alone... What's more, Trako's head finally became that of Chief Black Wolf. collect..."
"Ha! Lord God forgives!"
Upon hearing Yorjin's prayer, Timber Wolf Mayakun raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing at the other party or himself. After a while, he shook his head, pointed to the tribal legion that was landing behind him, and whispered.
"Yorzin, in the face of hurricanes and thunder, there is no way to surrender. Look, what are those tribal soldiers transporting?"
Hearing this, Chief Yorjin turned his head and looked around, feeling trembling in his heart. I saw more than a dozen golden copper beasts being slowly unloaded from the war boat and placed on a strange-style wheeled cart. Then, a large group of warriors and militiamen struggled to transport the golden copper beast eastward along the dirt road in the forest. At the end of this dirt road is Zhuowu City.
"The copper beast of the Mexica, the divine punishment of thunder!..."
Chief Yorjin murmured, lost his mind for a moment, and then sighed softly.
"With such a thunderous divine punishment, especially that stubby copper beast...the tribes cannot hold on in the city-state at all! The only way for the coastal tribes is to escape deep into the mountains and forests, and stay with the Mexica people in the woods. Guerrilla!"
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"Exactly! Only by hiding in the deep forest can we withstand hurricanes and thunder... However, the price of abandoning city-states and fields, the old and the weak, women and children, and guerrilla warfare is too high..."
Timberwolf Ma Yakun nodded and responded in a low voice. He looked around and saw that the canine samurai in custody were guarding the outside, saying something to the captain of the transport, and he couldn't care about it for the time being. In fact, the canine warriors came from the wasteland and could not understand the dialect they deliberately used.
"Yorzin, let me ask you, are you sincerely surrendering to the Mexica people?"
"Well?"
Hearing this, Chief Yorjin was startled, with some uneasiness on his face. He looked around and then looked at Timber Wolf Mayakun's expression before lowering his voice and answering.
"Timberwolf, before the Mexicans came, we were the masters of the city-state and the masters of this land! But now, we are just prisoners, domesticated dogs!..."
"Yes! Jorzin, the descendant of the Totonac people, how can he surrender to the descendants of the plateau so easily like a domestic dog? The priests of the Quetzalcoatl said that the Mexica people are not even the gods of the plateau. They are just barbarians from Aztlan!"
"That's right! The warriors of the seaside tribes will not sincerely be loyal to the barbarians on the plateau! No matter how powerful they are, they do not possess the divinity of their ancestors... Only the respected blood of the sun and the giant snake can have the same He is born with the qualification to rule the seaside land!..."
The two chiefs lowered their voices, restrained their excitement, and quickly exchanged opinions. Until the canine warriors came around, a red-haired hunter was a little impatient. He was holding a big bow and walked towards the two people by the river. Timberwolf Ma Yakun then lowered his head and quickly left his last words of advice.
"Yorzin, let's pretend to convert for now, obey the Mexica people, preserve our clan as much as possible, and wait for the next opportunity!...The hurricane will eventually pass, and the thunder will dissipate. No matter how powerful the Mexica army is , and it is absolutely impossible to stay in this thousand-mile jungle forever!..."
"Ah! You are right! Pretending to convert, waiting for the opportunity...May the Lord God bless us!..."
"..."
As soon as the two of them finished speaking the last sentence, the red-haired hunter Mikui came to them with a big bow in hand. With a suspicious look on his face, he looked at the two chiefs who bowed their heads in obedience, then stretched out his hand and patted their cheeks unceremoniously. Then, his eyes widened and he asked in unskilled Mexica.
"Hey! What were you two talking about just now? The leader has ordered that you must not commit suicide before taking over the city!... If you dare to commit suicide, I will throw your two bodies away. In the bottomless volcano and black spring, you will not be able to go to the Kingdom of God after death!"
"Ah! This?... Brutal Mexicans!..."
Upon hearing such a threat, both chiefs trembled at the same time. In the common legends of the plateau and the seaside, there is a bottomless abyss under the crater, and it is also a place where monsters and demons live. On the Totonac coast, the unique black spring of petroleum asphalt is also a place where the soul can be corrupted in mythology.
This threat of soul corruption after death is even more terrifying to many seaside warriors and headmen than a knife on their neck!
"Ha! The threats taught by the priests are indeed effective! ... However, as a strong warrior, he is afraid of soul corruption. What a strange seaside tribe!"
Seeing the performance of the two chiefs, the red-haired hunter Mikui raised the corners of his mouth with a smile on his face.
Sometimes, canine people in the wasteland also fear the threat of death. But it's not the corruption of the soul, but the fear of being eaten by others and being unable to return to the divine earth... However, in the legend of the wasteland, there is no afterlife, and death is death. Returning to the earth is just a responsibility to the Mother Earth. If you really can't go back, there is nothing you can do.
"Let's go! Get on the road quickly! If you persuade that spire-house city to surrender earlier, the camp will have a few hot meals! There are so many samurai who have surrendered, like tens of thousands of turkeys, you will soon kill all the soldiers in the army. We’ve finished eating the tortillas. The leader is taking us deep into the jungle, and we can’t wait for the supplies later. If there is no food in the city-state, I will have to eat you two!..."
Amid the threats from the red-haired hunter, the two former chiefs staggered.
, embarking on a familiar journey home. The familiar jungle is green, with fresh buds sprouting from the treetops. The spring breeze of March does not want to leave, and the spring scenery of April is already in front of us. After the spring plowing in May, there is a long rainy season. And at the height of the rainy season, nothing can be done.
"The Mexica army is eager to march..."
Chief Yorjin trudged in the jungle, and his staggering steps gradually became calmer. He was familiar with the thick roots in the jungle and the hollow pits in the swamp. Even though he was walking among the trees that blocked the sky and the sun, he could still discern the direction and would not be confused by the green desert.
Therefore, after walking for three days, he had surpassed several groups of canine warriors and appeared at the forefront of the vanguard army. In front of him, the jungle suddenly opened up, and a city-state on a hill appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The pointed wooden houses and huts, the stubby wooden walls and stone walls, the familiar faces and figures... everything told him a fact that he must face.
Conehouse City has arrived, and his tribe is in front. Next, is the choice of fate. Death or life depends on his choice and the people in the city-state.
