Aztec Eternals Chapter 228

The splendid morning sun rose to the sky, and Dadan's feast also ended. In the vast camp, the smoke of the cooking smoke scattered into the sky, and the singing of the priests fluttered in the distance. Soon, tens of thousands of warriors, led by the war priests, began to assemble in low prayers. Towards the red sun in the east, they praised the radiance of the sun god; they sang the victory conferred by the **** of war, and looked forward to the grand sacrificial ceremony after the war!

In this wild Warring States period, the low level of productivity limited the hedonistic ethos. The weak water and wine are difficult to indulge, and the functions of food are mostly etiquette and food. Whether civilians or warriors, life is difficult, the hierarchy is strict, life is heavy, and they believe in gods. The militarist society of the Alliance required the militias to continue ploughing and fighting; while for the noble warriors, it required abstinence, fighting, sacrifice, and worship. Thus, the truly fascinating public events throughout the league are the wide variety of religious ceremonies.

"A major event of the country, only Rong and Ji. The same is true for the alliance!"

Under the new rising sun, Shulot was wearing a black wolf priest's uniform, a slender priest's feather crown, and a jeweled priest's divine scepter, sitting on a three-meter altar. Even though he hadn't slept all night, he was still in high spirits, with a bright light in his eyes. Under the guidance of his grandfather, the young priest clearly understood that religious rituals control the hearts of the people, which is the foundation of his long-term standing. No matter how much military achievements he has made, religious power cannot be left behind, and the important rituals of the legion must be presided over by him.

Thinking of this, Shirot raised his head and held up an obsidian lens in front of him. He observed the position of the meeting sun, and solemnly shouted to the low-level priests under the altar.

"Sunrise, Shenqi, ignite the holy fire!"

The raging holy fire was ignited immediately, and the warm heat wave was transmitted in the wind. A lot of spices were thrown into the fire, burning a rich fragrance, just like the breath of the gods.

"The earth shakes, the warrior dances, the priest sings!"

Temple warriors danced wild war dances, priests sang quaint songs. The earth is shaking, the white clouds are swaying, until the ancient distance.

"Bury the dead, and their bodies will return to the embrace of the earth, giving birth to prosperous fields!"

A huge earthen pit had long been dug at the camp's borders, and thousands of warriors surrounded it, placing the bodies of the war dead in it. Distant lamentations fluttered in the camp, accompanied by whispered messages and blessings.

Shirot watched for a moment, his expression heavy. The Tarrasco Royal Army was extremely tenacious, and this decisive battle was also extremely tragic. Both sides fought to the last moment. The total force of the Mexica Union was about 18,000, and the casualties reached an astonishing 5,000. Due to the brutality of the battle, the death rate was particularly high. There are more than 3,000 corpses buried at the moment, and half of the remaining 2,000 wounded are seriously injured.

After careful calculation, the 3,000 religious corps on the right flank fought to the death with the enemy, and was broken through by the Bronze Axe Guards. It was the army with the heaviest casualties, almost half of it was lost. The 3,000 Holy City Legion on the left wing was slightly better, and it also suffered nearly a thousand casualties. The 6,000 spear corps of the Chinese army suffered a lot of bow and arrow shooting, and were once again attacked by the bronze axe guards, and there were as many as 1,500 casualties. Fortunately, with the paper armor and shield shield, most of the arrows' injuries are not heavy, and most of the wounded in the Chinese army can recover. The 3,000 shooting corps in the rear also suffered more than 600 casualties, one third of which were pro-armies that Shulot attached great importance to.

In Yuku's final assault, five hundred jaguar warriors lost more than sixty in action. More than 60 military nobles went to the kingdom of God! In the eyes of the nobles of the alliance, this was the most significant loss of the war. In comparison, the Black Wolf's 2,000 longbow militiamen suffered seven or eight hundred casualties in order to block the reinforcements from the capital, but they were not taken seriously by the commanders.

After this, Shulot's face was solemn, and he sighed softly in his heart.

"The Bronze Axe Guard is a real hard-bone, and the Tarasco Royal Army is the first strong army to be destroyed in my hands!"

Soon, Shilott's spirit was lifted again. He raised his head and looked around at the tens of thousands of Mexica legions, a force loyal to him! Then, the young priest's gaze stayed on the prisoner under custody for a while, then raised the divine staff in his hand, and recited again with a blank face.

"Sacrifice the enemy, use their blood, and call the sun **** to come!"

With the cry of the priest, the warrior's battle dance became more and more frenzied. Fierce war drums were beaten, and the senior warriors imitated the calls of jaguars and eagles, and howled into the sky. A desperate commotion broke out in the prison camp not far away, and was quickly suppressed by the warriors of the Alliance. Two thousand elite warriors dragged the same number of captives until they reached the huge dirt pit.

Shirot raised his eyes slightly and continued to look at the distant sky. Counting the reinforcements from the capital, the Tarasco people invested 13,000 legions in this battle, of which 10,000 King's troops were absolutely elite. After the war, the entire Tarrasco Imperial Guard was destroyed, the royal warriors disappeared, and the pike militiamen were killed or injured. Under the all-night pursuit of the Mexica Legion, the last 10,000 Tarasco Legion perished. Only less than 2,000 defeated soldiers escaped and ascended to heaven, most of which were reinforcements from the capital.

In the post-war count, about 7,000 enemy troops were killed and about 4,000 captured Wang's troops, most of them wounded. Sacrifice after the war has always been the practice of the Alliance, and it is difficult for the seriously wounded to escape the fate of death. Shulot only left behind 2,000 strong warriors and militiamen. And the remaining 2,000 captives... faintly drowned in the sound of shouting, the dazzling bright red poured into the deep earth pit. Then the voice was faint, the bright red flowed out, the sacrifices turned cold, and the sun **** descended on the earth!

"In the middle of the day, the gods descended, and the kingdom of gods opened! The gods have come to receive the souls of the deceased!"

Qingyue's cry echoed under the sky, and the sky-shattering cry rose with it. The warriors in the camp burst into a commotion. They shouted their final blessings and bid farewell to the dead souls to rise up to the red kingdom. After a long time, the shouting gradually fell silent.

Shirot once again raised the divine scepter in his hand and sang his final farewell.

"God has left, with the souls of the dead! The warriors who died for God have gone to the glorious kingdom of God, turned into beautiful flowers and plants, and enjoy peace and joy forever! Praise the Lord God, call God's name three times!"

"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! Praise the Sun God Huitzilopochtli! Praise the War God Huitzilopochtli!"

The shouts of the camp boiled to the extreme and turned into shocking and neat prayers. All the Mexica warriors fell to the ground at the same time, they put their faces deep on the ground, and offered the most devout salute to the Lord God! Soon, the camp was silent, only the distant flute and the distant sound of the wind remained.

Shulot closed his eyes slightly, and meditated for three minutes before finally chanting.

"The sacrificial ceremony is complete! The sun **** returns to the sky and promises a bumper harvest this year; the **** of war blesses us, and the Western Expedition is about to win!"

The deafening cheers sounded again, and even the air became lively. The warriors all got up from the ground with smiles on their faces. They greeted each other, clenched their fists and crossed their arms, looking forward to the harvest of the fields, and even more eager to win the war. The samurai in charge of the funeral began filling the pit with dirt. The warriors of the Alliance are buried in the main pit, and the sun and hummingbirds are painted on the seal. The deceased of the kingdom were hastily buried in the surrounding auxiliary pits, and they lived with their enemies in their lifetimes for a long time and lived next to each other.

At the end of the ceremony, Shilot slowly stepped down from the altar, sweating all over his back. The weather in April has become hot, but the solemn sacrificial clothes cannot tolerate the slightest sloppiness. Accompanied by Bertard, he returned to the commander's tent, put on a comfortable single suit, rested for a while, and then went to a side tent in the rear camp again.

The tent is not big, but it is guarded by more than a dozen warriors. Shilot opened the tent door and looked directly at the grass bed in the tent.

The King of Tarasco, Suangua, was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and a peaceful smile on his face. His injured right arm has been carefully bandaged, the arrow has been taken out, and a clean white robe has been replaced on his body. At this moment, it looks like a sleeping white deer. Beside Su Angua, an old priest saluted respectfully, and the young priest nodded in return.

"How is the situation in Suangua?"

"Respected chief priest, the wounds on his body have been carefully treated. I fed him powerful knife water last night, and he has been sleeping until now."

"Okay! Don't stop the priest's potion. If it's not enough, send someone to the rear. Remember, he is the most sacred sacrifice. You must maintain his life and never let him commit suicide!"

Hearing this, the old priest nodded in fear and replied respectfully.

"Don't worry, chief priest! Using the psychedelic holy water and the anesthetized knife water alternately, he will never have the chance to commit suicide, and he will soon lose his sober thoughts!"

"Well, good. Now, wake him up!"

The old priest took out a jar of pale yellow medicine and fed it into Suangua's mouth. After a while, the young king coughed hard, shook his head in pain, and finally woke up from his deep sleep again.

"Yuku...give me armor..."

Shirott stood quietly, staring at the pale king, and said nothing.

"Bring me honey water... Guard? Yoku!"

Su Angua shouted, his eyes widened suddenly, just in line with Xiuluot's eyes. His expression was first surprised, then confused, then confused, and finally turned into anger.

"Damn! You are..."

"Commander of the North Mexica Road, Shulot."

Hearing this, the young king's pupils contracted violently. He subconsciously touched his waist, and there was a tingling pain in his right arm, but he felt nothing. He looked at the clothes on his body again, looked at the Mexica warriors on both sides, suddenly pale and lost all strength.

Shirot shook his head slightly. Many of the priest's medicines act on the nerves. Although the effect is powerful, it will seriously affect the user's thinking and confuse the memory. The high priests and senior warriors of the alliance will use the potions carefully to avoid adverse effects.

"The gods let us meet! Hello, Kasuncchi of the Prepechas, condor of Tarasco! Greetings to you from Shirott of Mexica!"

Hearing the familiar greeting, Su Angua tightly pursed her white lips and bowed her head silently. After a while, the pride of the royal family forced him to look up and reply in a low voice.

"The Witness of the Three Gods! Hello, Commander of North Mexica. The King of Tarrasco greets you!"

Shirot nodded with a smile. He smiled and looked at the king's expression before speaking gently.

"Your Excellency Su Angua, how are you feeling? Are there any discomforts? The Alliance respects etiquette. If you have any requests, you can ask them here!"

Hearing this, Su Angua gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. After a while, he answered in a low voice.

"I'm fine. Your Highness Mexica, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Shirot pondered for a while, he did have some ideas... The young priest smiled again.

"Since that's the case, I'll say it straight. Your Excellency, you have already been defeated, and there is no more legion in the Tarasco Kingdom. Although the capital of Qin Congcan is a great city, it is impossible to resist the attack of the alliance legion. The war has come. At the end of the day, enough lives have passed away. For the lives of the residents of the capital, and for this year's spring ploughing, are you willing to come forward and recruit Qin Congcan City?"

The young king was silent. He raised his head and looked at the white tent, as if sitting on a cloud. Shilot waited patiently for a long time before asking again.

"Your Excellency, what do you think?"

"What will the Mexica Federation do to me?"

Su Angua stared at the boy and asked indifferently.

Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and continued to speak gently.

"The Alliance will try its best to meet your requirements. You will be the most sacred guest of the Alliance until you go to the Kingdom of God with glory."

"Meet my request and go to the kingdom of God with glory?...Damn, greedy coyote! You treat me as a sacrifice for sacrifices?! Cough, cough..."

Su Angua thought for a moment, then suddenly understood. He growled angrily, waved his arms, and coughed violently.

The Mexica warriors on both sides immediately drew their battle sticks and took a step forward. Shirot waved his hand and told the warriors to retreat. Then, he looked at the king of Tarasco calmly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

This look seems to have a stinging power. Su Angua coughed and turned his head away, avoiding the boy's eyes. The young king continued to ponder for a long time before looking at Shiloh again.

"If the city of Qin Congchan surrenders, can the Tarasco royal family be preserved?"

Hearing this, Shilot slowly shook his head.

The young king was silent again. He thought about it for a long time, and then looked at Shiloh expectantly.

"In your hands, my fate is already doomed, but the blood of the condor cannot be cut off in my hands. I can give you Qin Congcan city, and I can also recruit the nobles in the south for you! I don't ask for the whole Royal family, but please leave a bloodline and seal it in the remote southwest. My lord of Mexica, I beg you, benevolent soul like the Quetzalcoatl, to grant my reasonable request!"

This time, Shiloh thought for a long time. Retaining the royal family is contrary to the instructions of the elders; dividing the southwest is not in line with their own plans. And such a promise must be sworn to the gods and made under the witness of nobles and priests... After careful consideration, he still shook his head slowly.

"Your Excellency, please change your terms!"

"I only have this condition! If the condor's blood is cut off, everything in the kingdom will have no meaning! Qin Congcan's civilians are all dead, so what?! If the Mexicans cut off the royal family of the three gods, they will definitely Suffer from the punishment of the three gods! All the tribes in the world will join forces to attack you, brutal Aztecs!"

Suangua's words turned into roars. He clenched his fists with both hands and struggled to get up from the grass bed, and was about to pounce on Shiloh. With a calm expression on his face, Xiuluo took two steps back silently. The warrior chief Bertard next to him stepped forward at the same time, firmly restrained Su Angua, and pressed him firmly on the grass bed. King Tarrasco's eyes were red, he recognized Bertard's identity, and struggled again.

"It's you! Kill Yuku's samurai! Damn, you, Your Highness, Mexica, who sank into the abyss! I am the king of Tarasco, return my kingdom, return my legion, return my general!!"

Seeing the mad King Tarrasco, Sherlot shook his head helplessly. He made a gesture to the old priest, and the other party took out a can of light green potion again, and then forcibly squeezed Su Angua's chin and poured it into his mouth skillfully. After a dozen or so breaths, King Tarasco suddenly stopped speaking, his body went weak, and he fell asleep again quietly.

"Forget it. Take care of him, I'll check back in a few days."

Sherlot gave a few words and turned to leave. Things are busy after the war, and he has to prepare the army and send troops to the capital as soon as possible!

The long wind swept through, blowing the pines and cypresses by the lake; the sun fell and turned into waves on the lake. The legion's messengers ran on the wilderness of the Lake District, quickly spreading the news of the victory of the alliance's decisive battle to all directions. In the spread of news, people's hearts are shaking, the world is changing, and the alliance is advancing.

The prisoners were sent north, and the food came from the south. After the decisive battle, the Mexica Legion only rested for two days, then rushed to the northwest like a flood, came to the lake of Patzcuaro, and watched the last city of Qincongcan. Soon, as the vanguard, the 5000 South Road advance army first camped under Qin Congcan City, cut off the surrounding roads, and blocked the lakeshore on the west side. Then, more than 10,000 northern troops arrived one after another, and the capital was surrounded by water on all sides!

The king's army was destroyed, the enemy army besieged the city, and shocking news came at the same time. The majestic Tarasco capital suddenly panicked, and the nobles and priests were full of panic. The sacrifices on the Pyramid of Yakata continued throughout the night, and the ceremonies of sacrifice did not stop for a moment. The chief minister brought all the descendants of the royal family into the palace for the first time, and then vigorously rectified the army in the capital.

In the current Qin Congcan city~www.mtlnovel.com~, including the defeated army that fled back, there are only more than 2,000 warriors. Most of them are private armies of nobles and priests and guards, and only a quarter of them are loyal and direct. There are nearly 20,000 militiamen in the city, and nearly half of them are the tribal people of Tecos.

Faced with this situation, Zinzini showed unprecedented toughness. He dispersed the samurai directly under his command, took control of the militia in the city, and then suppressed the unstable nobles and tribesmen. But in just two days, hundreds of heads fell. Under the prestige of the chief, the defense of the capital was barely established. But beneath the calm surface of Lake Patzcuaro are unseen rapids.

After another day, the flag of the black wolf appeared in the east of Qin Cong Can City. More than 400 jaguar warriors and more than 2,000 shooting corps, surrounded by the supreme commander of Mexica, came to three hundred steps away from the city wall.

Shulot stood under the towering city walls, watching this magnificent city. At the end of this April, after a full year of battle, the Mexican Legion finally came to the city of Qin Congcan and encircled the capital of Tarasco! The kingdom of the Prepecha people is about to perish, and the massive westward expedition is about to come to an end!

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