Aztec Eternals Chapter 240

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The June wind comes from the Great Lake in the East. It flew over two thousand miles across rolling plateaus to the Basin of Patzcuaro. Moist vapors began to diffuse in the air, and the rainy season in the land of the lake was about to begin.

Shilot stood on the top floor of the Palace of Winds, looking at the surrounding mountains, rivers and fields. Conspicuous black smoke rises from the adjacent field, like ink and brush rendered in the sky, leaving scattered imprints. The young king looked deeply for a moment before turning around leisurely.

"This year's wildfires seem to be more intense than in previous years."

"The fields are desolate, there are more plants and trees than in previous years, and the smoke from burning the waste will naturally be thicker. But if you look closely at the number of thick smoke, you will find that the land in the lake is already desolate as a saltwater lake, and it needs to be patiently rectified before it can be cured. A thriving school of fish gathers again."

Avett responded with a smile. He was wearing a breathable plain robe, and he was holding a wooden board to check. Soon, he handed the wooden board to Shilot and smiled lightly.

"I heard that the capital has fallen, the south bank of the Leman River, and the Akambaro State in the northeast of Qin Congcan has sent people to surrender. This is the album document of their surrender."

Sherlot took the board and watched it carefully. I saw that there were six long flags on it, and there were sixteen feathers on the long flag. At the center are three samurai figures and eight militia figures. Under these pictures, there is a picture of a kneeling villain, bowing his head and kneeling towards the adult in front of him. On the adult's head is a blue-green hummingbird helmet, with the sun's rays radiating from his body, and the main god's iconic spear in his hand. Obviously, this is the symbol of the Mexica Union.

"By this time, there will still be three thousand warriors and eight thousand militia in Akambaro State?"

Shilot was a little surprised.

"Haha, this is just the last coo before the turkey is caught."

Avett smiled.

"The intelligence officer has already checked it out, and many of the petty nobles in Prepecha have also surrendered to me. You have been crusades all the way, and there are about 1,500 warriors and 5,000 or 6,000 militiamen in Akambaro State. Most of the militia It was the reinforcements sent from the Lake District to the northern fortress, but you went south too fast, and they stayed there."

"Acambaro's fortress is still strong, but the food and grass materials are far from enough, and it has never been able to attack. Since the capital has fallen and the kingdom has perished, and now it is the spring ploughing season that cannot be delayed, surrender has become inevitable... The only difference is the conditions of surrender."

Having said that, Avit pondered for a while. He kept the number of long flags unchanged, crossed half of the feathers, then raised his head and smiled.

"The six hereditary families are all reserved, but the number of big nobles will be halved, and the number of places will be discussed by them. Let these families fight each other for a while, and then Tepopolo will seal it up, so that Akambaro can be in control. in hand."

Shulott nodded. Then, he looked at the militia villain on the wooden board, and his eyes lit up.

"Avit, since these militiamen are all Ding Zhuang sent by the Patzcuaro Lake District, then as a condition of surrender, the Akambaro State should be returned!"

"Well, come back? The war is endless, and few nobles will be willing to hand over Ding Zhuang. But Akambalubang

Extremely short of food right now. You take out a batch of food, and when I am intimidated, I can ask them to hand over half of it. As for the other half...that's Tepopolo's future fief, you always have to leave a little for him. "

"Okay! Three thousand militiamen are not without small supplements. The small town of Patzcuaro in the southeast has surrendered to the legion. There is the military grain warehouse of the Tarasco Kingdom. The grain stored there can supply more than 100,000 people a year. Food. I am not short of food now, just short of diced."

A smile appeared on Shiroutte's face.

"Oh? The small town of Patzcuaro... That should be the Tarasco people's supply to the southeastern defense line, the military ration storage place in Sittacuaro... If there is a shortage... Tarasco's Southeast Army is already in Sittacuaro surrendered to me. After the sacrifice of several thousand wounded, there were still about 20,000 militiamen, and 5,000 Tekes warriors. The food of these people was very high, and the guards also needed thousands of warriors. If you can support If you start, you can keep it under control, and you can also give it to you!"

Avit reached out and patted Shilot on the shoulder. Then, a trace of indifference appeared on the king's face.

"If you don't want it, I'll give it to the elders to use as consumables for building temples and offerings for capital celebrations."

"Twenty-five thousand surrendered troops!"

Hearing this number, Shilot's throat moved slightly and he swallowed. He carefully calculated the military strength in his hand, and struggled for a while.

"The 20,000 militiamen were handed over to me. After they were converted collectively and reorganized, they should be able to control them. As for the Tekos warriors... These tribal troops can only use strong deterrence. ..I only need dozens of guides in the Colima Mountains!"

"Then it's settled. I'll send an emissary today, and you prepare food supplies along the way."

During the conversation, the two decided the fate of tens of thousands of people. Avit smiled faintly and looked at his student again, with a dash of exam on his face.

"Shirot, you have been counting the population these days. Now, how many troops, how many Ding Zhuang, and how many populations do you control?"

The young king thought about it for a while, took out a volume of books he was carrying with him, and opened it in detail.

"I went all the way south from the north of the Leman River. In the battle of the lake and the siege of the fortress, I surrendered about 5,000 Tarasco surrenders; then I captured the Huayamo Fortress, fought with the Chapala Army, and surrendered again. Of the 7,000 or 8,000 people, more than 2,000 Texans were handed over to Hilotepec City in exchange for the dog breeds. Among the remaining 5,000 people, there were more than 2,000 Sky Family warriors, and More than 2,000 archers. This is ten thousand soldiers capable of fighting."

"Then the battle with the Tarrasco Royal Army was quite brutal. Most of the more than 3,000 prisoners were wounded. After sacrificing the more seriously wounded, only 2,000 were recruited. The capital was captured, and nearly 15,000 were recruited. Half of the troops are ordinary Tecos tribesmen. Adding the surrendered lake district towns, there are a total of 30,000 surrendering troops."

Having said that, Shilot sighed.

"These 30,000 troops can also be counted as Ding Zhuang of the Prepecha people. In the fief area under my control, there are 60,000 civilians in Qincongcan City, of which there are 20,000 Dingzhuang. There are only ten people around the lake. There are thousands of old and weak people. The north side of Lake Patzcuaro is in ruins, only the lake area to the west is slightly better. According to my estimate, there are about 100,000 people, or about 10,000. The southern part of Lake Patzcuaro is slightly better, the main Apa Chin Gambang is well preserved, but it is estimated that it will not exceed 200,000 people and 40,000 people."

"Avit, I haven't had time to sort out the south. Although Apatchin Gambang has surrendered, most of them still maintain autonomy... Roughly speaking, you gave me such a large fief, but there are less than five fiefs on it. 100,000 people, 100,000 strong people. But in my hands, there are more than 300,000 people and 60,000 strong people."

Hearing Shilott's complaint, Avit laughed dumbly. He touched the young king's head, and Shilot subconsciously wanted to dodge, then stopped. Avit shook the boy's hair before laughing again.

"Shirot, there are more than 300,000 soldiers and 60,000 soldiers, what are you not satisfied with? When the 20,000 surrendered militiamen arrive, you will have 80,000 soldiers, and most of them have fought in wars. Warriors! In the west of this world, you will not meet any opponent!"

Speaking of this, Avit's eyes became deep. He still said with a smile.

"The intelligence officer has already reported to me. Apatchin Gambang, the fief of Tepopolo, is sparsely populated and densely forested, with a population of only 70,000 or 80,000 people. And Sittaquaro State in Iskali has a dangerous terrain. The hills are ups and downs, and the population is also only 60,000 or 70,000. As for the mountainous copper area in the south of the Alsace River, Weta Mobang... Although there is a vast area and more than 100,000 people, the mountain people have always been sturdy and difficult to control. Fragmentation is far inferior to what you are here!"

Listening to Avit's description, Shilot quickly added the population of the surrounding four in the map in his mind. Although these figures are only rough calculations, or even reckoned by the number of warriors and the consumption of salt, they are the most rare secrets of this era. In the whole world, only the king of Mexica, who attached great importance to intelligence and scouts, could know the situation of each state in detail.

After a while, Shilot sighed.

"Your Majesty, I am very satisfied with the current fief... I am just a little emotional. The fief you gave me is the essence of the Tarasco Kingdom, the entire Patzcuaro Lake District. When it was prosperous a few years ago, Even just last year, there were still a million people here, 200,000 to 300,000 Ding Zhuang. However, in just one year of war, the population was lost by half, and Ding Zhuang was out of 10. If it lasts for another two years...Western expedition and national war It's tragic, and it's not easy for the alliance to win, you can see it clearly from here!"

Hearing this, Avit was stunned. He turned his hands behind his back, walked to the balcony, and looked at the vast world in the east. The smoldering summit of Mount Kinabalu seemed to be in sight, and the mountain fortresses of Sitacuaro came to his mind again.

"Yeah, across hundreds of mountains, flying over hundreds of miles of forest, golden eagles and kestrels fighting desperately, the westward expedition is so difficult!"

"In this year's campaign, the Southern Legion lost nearly 15,000 warriors and more than 20,000 militiamen. Nearly 40,000 soldiers were damaged in the lake, and it took years or even ten years of cultivation to barely make up. There are hundreds of thousands of catties of food and grass, the capital treasury is completely empty, and the squeeze on the vassals has reached the limit. The food materials also need to be saved for several years!"

"The king's ambition is flying like an eagle, and his eyes are watching the whole world. Population and food cannot grow overnight, only the years pass, and the eagle is white and old!"

Avit looked at the falcon flying in the distance, took a long breath, and shook his head gently.

Hearing this, Shulot was a little silent. He reopened the bright red mark on the book he carried, and sighed after a while.

"The casualties of the Northern Legion were also heavy. Over the past year, I have taken advantage of my weapons, tried my best to be unpredictable, and faced off against the enemy in the field. I also killed 10,000 samurai, 7,000 militiamen, and many wounded. I was recruited from the north. Many Otomi warriors and canine mercenaries were recruited and used on the front lines of sieges, which minimized the casualties of the Mexica warriors..."

"After this western expedition, the alliance's military power has lost a full quarter, and the direct power of the royal family has suffered a heavy loss. Within a few years, it is true that there will be no more troops. And the Kingdom of Tarasco has been The alliance is destroyed, and my next focus is to integrate and assimilate the Prepecha people."

Hearing this, Avit nodded. He turned sideways and looked at the frescoes in the main hall of the Palace of Winds, which had not yet been covered. Condors soar in the sky, hummingbirds flank them. On the ground, a group of people came from the northwest along the river, settled by the lake, built houses and towns, and the ethnic group grew and grew. On the east side of the mural, a round of sun is rising.

"The painting is good! The artist's skills are superb, not inferior to the capital city in the lake."

King Avet smiled and praised, and then spoke quietly.

"Shirot, my student, you have done a good job! The Chichimeks from the north have gone south on a large scale, and the Northern Tecos tribe is also making trouble. The Lake Chapala region has suffered heavy losses, plus the war damage from the westward expedition. , probably will be halved. I have already received their messenger. The new Feather Prince intends to surrender to the Alliance, and will soon send someone to pay tribute."

"Peng Guali, Prince of Feather? The one I fought against? He sent someone to pay tribute?"

Shiroute was a little surprised when he remembered the feathered marshal who had turned into the wind.

"Yeah, he is also a character! After the failure of the battle with the Northern Army, he successfully returned with the main force of the family, and he still holds the Patriarch of Silver. In half a year, he purged the Sky Family and married the direct daughter of the Silver Family. , and then unified the entire Lake Chapala region, claiming to be a prince and calling himself a descendant of the condor."

Speaking of the descendants of the condor, Avit laughed again.

"Now Pengguali has basically inherited the inheritance of the northwestern Tarasco Kingdom. He controls 300,000 people, 60,000 to 70,000 people, and the core of his ruling is in Tisapang, which is still 500 miles away from the capital of Qin Congchan. The distance from the capital city in the lake is even further away. In a short period of time, the alliance has no will, let alone manpower and material resources, to launch a vast expedition with a distance of thousands of miles, and it will accept his surrender. "

Avit's eyes sparkled like a burning flame. He looked at Shiloh, his expression had become serious.

"Shirot, my student! The Tlaxcala wolf dog is barking in the east. I won't stay here for a long time. I will be returning to the east in a few days. Let me have a few words with you at the end."

"After this expedition to the west~www.mtlnovel.com~ Tarasco Kingdom with a population of more than 1.6 million people, only about one million people are left. The bones of these 600,000 people are the sun **** rising. The price of this! For ethnic groups that are not in the hands of the alliance, no matter how many casualties there are, there is no need to worry about them. Civilians will always grow like weeds, and only land and lakes are the foundation of everything!"

"You have to rest patiently for a few years, conquer the hearts of the Lake District, and train Prepecha Dingzhuang. Then take control of Apatchingan in the south, and then crusade the state of Sakap in the west, and the Lake Chapala region further west. And the southwest , and a large number of Tecos tribes, and the Colima Mountains that you always remember."

"Shirot, after I return to the east, everything in the west will be left to you to handle. In the future, whether the ministries will crusade or appease, it will depend on your own decision. I only want the west to calm down and not affect the Texcoco Lake District. . After saving a few more years of food and grass, and training a new batch of warriors, it is time to come to the Tlaxcala and make a complete settlement!"

The long wind blew, raising the black hair of the kings, and also revealed ambitious black eyes. The wind chimes at the top of the Palace of Winds fluttered in the wind, making a crisp bell. The bell fell in the hearts of the kings, sketching a smile on the corner of the mouth, and it seemed like the praise of heaven and earth.

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