Aztec Eternals Chapter 425

The candles are shining brightly, and the golden and silver carvings in the splendid King's Hall;

The door of the hall was tightly closed, and there were only two people and attendants in the hall. Silent and silent all around. Avit raised his eyes slightly, staring at the frescoes on the ceiling of the palace.

The sun god, the **** of war, and the patron saint of Mexica, Huizilopochtli, are located in the middle of the sky, wearing feathers that stretch like sunlight, holding a spear that emits thunder and lightning, and looking down at dozens of gods and thousands of people. And in his left hand below him, is the **** of death, Shulotel, who wears a black wolf head and sticks out a long red tongue.

Then there are Terraloc, the **** of rain, Tescatlippo, the primordial sun, Omete Otl, the **** of day and night, Misquartl, the **** of hunting, and Quesartzin, the **** of fire. .

In this ceiling fresco, the order from the gods is deliberately designed, which seems to be full of deep meaning. Among the Cong Gods, the feathered snake **** Kecharcoyatl, who is not widely believed by all the tribes in the world, is obviously newly painted not long after the religious reform.

Avit stared at the mural of the gods on the ceiling, thinking silently. The Lord of the Sun shines everywhere! No matter how heroic and adept the Death God is, he is a loyal follower of the Lord God, and has always guarded the rising of the sun, never disobeying at all. And the residence of the **** of death is in the west of the sunset, desolate and far away, and has never threatened the throne of the main god. The power of the **** of death cannot be compared with the main **** who rules the world...

Many unforgettable memories flashed one after another, like pictures painted by gods. The picture scroll came alive in an instant, and then disappeared one by one, taking away some of the comments from the ministers nearby.

After a while, Avit's heart finally became clear. With a confident smile on his face, he raised his scepter and rose from the throne like a jaguar.

"Praise the Lord God! Xiulote, my student, in the past three years, you have conquered the three states of Otomi, conquered the Guaquili dogs in the north, changed the seals in the south, and conquered the Tecos tribe...even if they were separated by seven hundred miles. The capital city in the lake, I can keep hearing your good news! My child, I proudly watch you grow up day by day! At this moment, you appear in front of my eyes, already as handsome as an eagle, in the vast expanse Soar in the sky!"

In Avit's words, there is joy from the heart. He walked down calmly and forcefully and came to the side of Shirlot. Afterwards, he stretched out his hand, shook the youth's hair naturally, and kindly lifted him up.

"Shirot, my student, get up! You don't need to be too polite in front of me."

Hearing this, Shilot stood up, smiled respectfully, and looked at the king's face.

"His Majesty..."

"There is no one in the hall, and call me teacher!"

Avit raised his brows and interrupted Shilott's words. Afterwards, he laughed proudly and gave the student a strong hug.

"Haha, your height is slightly more than mine!"

"teacher..."

In the face of the king's warmth, Shulot was a little moved. He lowered his head and saluted. Then, Avit turned around and returned to the throne. Shirot also followed him and came to stand by the throne.

"Shirot, how is the situation in the Kingdom of the Lake?"

"Blessed by the Lord God, everything is going well!"

Shirot pondered for a while and replied with a smile.

"Whether it's the Otomi people in the north or the Turks in the south, they have sent messengers to the alliance and paid tribute every year. The Chapala Lake area in the more western region faces the harassment of the Guamal dogs, and they are too busy to take care of themselves. It's just that the kingdom has not long been established, and its foundation is a little shallow. There is not enough food in the country, and there is also a shortage of food after repeated battles..."

"Dingkou and food... I will think of a way for you."

Avit nodded calmly. Then, he took out a huge map from under the throne and unfolded it in front of Shilot.

"After the autumn harvest, the alliance will raise its army, launch a war of gods, conquer the Tlaxcalans, and destroy the old enemy in the east!"

In the king's calm eyes, a burning flame appeared.

"The core of the Tlaxcala Four-State Alliance lies in the Tlaxcala Valley, two or three hundred miles to the east! The alliance will mobilize 100,000 warriors and divide them into two routes, north and south, heading east to destroy all those who dare to block. enemy!"

"What, mobilize 100,000 warriors?!"

Hearing this, Shulot's heart shook. Behind the 100,000 warriors, there must be at least the same number of militiamen to maintain logistics and garrison the back road. The main body of the alliance has a population of three or four million, and mobilized more than 200,000 people. It is a real big hair!

Of course, this ratio is because the logistical distance is only two or three hundred miles. If the alliance's territory expands again and conquers the Zapotec people a thousand miles away, the number of troops that can be dispatched will be reduced by more than half.

"Yes! 50,000 warriors directly under the royal family, 50,000 vassal warriors from various states. There are more than 1.3 million people in Tlaxcala. They are good at fighting. The key point is that they have built many difficult mountain cities, which require a large number of troops to surround them. In this battle, the alliance should not pay tribute or surrender, just completely destroy the Tlaxcala alliance!"

Avet's expression is cold and hard, and he decides the fate of millions of people. The alliance has been quietly saving for three years, just to eliminate the old enemy in one fell swoop. He looked into Shirotte's eyes and said in a deep voice.

"The scouts have found out that the old enemies Tlaxcala have secret alliances with the Totonaks in the east, the Mistecs in the south, and the Zapotecs. Once the alliance goes east, these three are likely to I will send troops to rescue... Xiuluot, my prince, if the food is supplied by the alliance, how many warriors can the feudal kingdom in the lake dispatch?"

"Teacher, the kingdom can mobilize two and a half legions, about 20,000 warriors!"

Sherlot had already anticipated it, and answered calmly.

In addition to the troops stationed in the counties, the kingdom can dispatch two and a half legions on an expedition. The main force is the 7,000 Guard Corps and the 8,000 Guaquili Corps, and then from the surrendered Texian army, thousands of tribal warriors are selected to assist. If these tribal warriors stay in the hinterland of the kingdom, it is a hidden danger to public security. And once they are sent to the front line, they are the best vanguard under the pressure of tens of thousands of elites!

"Twenty thousand samurai... not bad, very good!"

Hearing this, Avit's eyes flashed, quite satisfied. The Kingdom of the Lake has not been established for a long time, and its foundation is unstable. In his opinion, 20,000 warriors were indeed the limit for the kingdom to send troops. And Xiulott can dispatch so many elites to fight for the alliance, which is enough to prove his loyalty. That being the case, he gave students a chance to choose.

"Shirot, do you want to join the Northern Route Army or the Southern Route Army? The Northern Route Army will go straight into Tlaxcala, pay attention to the support of the Totonaks. The Southern Route Army will attack Tepeyakak, and beware of Mi The Sturks and the Zapotecs go to war."

Shirot frowned slightly and fell into thought.

By this time, the Mexica League had five points and two points. The rest of the world are all secretly connected, forming a siege network. In general, the Mistecs and Zapotecs on the southern route have more troops and are more troublesome. But with the support of the waterway of the Tulsa River, the spoils of looting can be continuously transported back to the southern Zicao County.

"Teacher, I join the South Road Army!"

After a while, Shilot made a decision and replied loudly.

He believed that with the mighty strength of the Kingdom's Imperial Guard Corps, he would not be afraid of any field battles! In this alliance's eastward expedition, the land of the Tlaxcalans obviously has nothing to do with the feudal state in the lake. If the Eastern Expedition is successful, the Tlaxcala Valley will either be brought under the direct control of the Alliance, or divided into princely territories, or both.

And all that the Kingdom of the Lake can get is the spoils of war plundered in the Eastern Expedition. Among them, Dingkou, which is huge in number and can consolidate the background of the kingdom, is the most precious. Only along the Tulsa River can the population acquired by the war be transported thousands of miles back to the southern Comfrey County.

As for the Mistec and the Zapotec, if they dare to send troops to attack, they will conquer all the Mistec states along the river!

"very good!"

Avette nodded in satisfaction, and smiled at Shulot. In just a few words, the two of them decided on the military affairs of the alliance and the future direction of the world. The army is dispatched, and the affairs are complicated. The specific military affairs details later will be handled by special consultants and generals.

Next, the dialogue between teachers and students is much easier. Avit asked about the scenery and people in the north and south, and Shilot also talked about the situation of the various departments in the northern wasteland, as well as the rolling mountains of the Tekes in the west.

"So, the north of the wasteland stretches infinitely, more than 2,000 miles north, and there are still tribes of dog descendants?"

Avett was surprised. His eyes widened like a jaguar smelling fishy.

"Exactly! Teacher, according to the surrendered Guaquili chief, in order to avoid the calamity of the cold wave, they traveled south from the northern wasteland more than a thousand miles away and arrived at the land of the Otomi people. On their former land, they went to One or two thousand miles to the north, there are still countless tribes wandering and migrating. The tribes in the wasteland are like stars in the sky, and further north, where the endless cold waves are raging, there are tens of thousands of miles of land! These lands are extremely fertile and covered with thick layers of land. Thick long grass also grows dense black forests. There are several large rivers running north and south, connecting everything along the way..."

Sherlot talked about the vast North American continent, and his eyes were equally radiant.

"On the northern wasteland, there are huge veins of gold and silver, exposed between the Gobi and the rock. Further north, there are huge open-pit copper mines, open-pit coal mines, open-pit iron ... other metal mines. To the northwest, there are towering rocky mountains that stretch for thousands of miles. There is likely to be the source of our Mexica, the land of Aztlan... And relying on the blocking of rocky mountains, many places in the far northwest will not Attacked by cold waves. There are fertile soils that can be cultivated, rivers flowing down the mountains, more prosperous tribes, and even city-states in the mountains..."

Hearing such a vast world, Avit suddenly stood up. He looked north, with a falcon-like desire for conquest in his eyes. After a while, he calmed down and slowly returned to the throne.

"Shirot, my student. Listening to what you said, I really want to take the legion and go for a trip to the north... You said just now that the Turks in the west of the world also have a land of thousands of miles? "

"Indeed! From the mouth of the Leman River to the mouth of Tulsa, the Tecos from the north and south are spread over a land of more than fifteen hundred miles. Their land is either along the endless Great Western Lakes or along the Along the valleys and rivers between the mountains, the terrain is extremely scattered and the terrain is quite dangerous. Only by opening up two great rivers in the world and conquering along the seashore can the Turks land be brought under control!”

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Avett nodded slightly. He looked at Shiloh and said with a smile.

"Shirot, my student. I handed over all the west of the world to you, but the west is so vast! It seems that the future kingdom of the lake can do a lot!"

Hearing this, Shilot's eyes flashed and he nodded respectfully. He pondered the teacher's words and heard the subtext.

"The Kingdom of the Lake can only expand westward..."

The two laughed and chatted for a long time without knowing it. All the ministries of the world, the world's major events, are all contained in the hearts of the kings, and they are also considered in their minds.

"Shirot, I heard that you implemented the reduction of seals and reforms in the south, and the reduction of Prepecha noble fiefs exceeded 90%?"

Moments later, Avit shook the scepter in his handshake and asked another question of concern.

"Exactly! Teacher, these southern nobles are the legacy of the Tarasco Kingdom, and they control 80-90% of the land and mouths in the south. The tribute the kingdom collects from the 200,000 people in the south is not as good as the manpower it gets. Forty or fifty thousand people in Gyeonggi.”

Shuluo nodded, his expression confident and firm.

"After my northern expedition, I rested for a season, and then continued to go south to reduce the seal. Tens of thousands of elite warriors were pressed down like mountains, and the old nobles had no way to resist, so they could only obey their orders obediently. Those who didn't want to obey would be wiped out and the fiefs will be completely taken back. , the children are exiled to the northern border!"

"Good, good! Excellent!"

Avit was slightly moved, and his words fluctuated.

"The old local nobles have too many fiefs and populations! The power of the central royal family must continue to be strengthened! What a pity... a pity!..."

Hearing this~www.mtlnovel.com~ Xiulote's heart froze. He pursed his lips and looked cautiously at Avit's expression.

"Teacher, the alliance and the kingdom are different after all... Don't be in a hurry. Otherwise, the denial of the nobles is really dangerous..."

"Ok."

Avit's expression remained unchanged, noncommittal. He looked at Shiloh and asked with concern.

"Shirot, my child, I heard that you were in the south and suffered a dangerous assassination?"

"Ah! Yes..."

Shirot lowered his eyes and nodded in response.

"Teacher, the situation at that time was quite dangerous. The assassin hid frog poison in his fingernails, and I almost passed the **** of death..."

"Well. I heard the intelligence officer tell me the details."

Avette calmly watched Huishirot. After a long while, he spoke lightly.

"Shirot, my child, the mastermind who assassinated you has been captured by the Alliance and is imprisoned in the dungeon of the nearby temple. The crime of assassinating His Royal Highness of the Alliance is unforgivable. The reason for saving his life at this time is for you to see him. Up! Soon, they will all be executed, and their heads will be erected in front of the Great Temple to warn the nations!"

"Ah! Gulamo was captured by the Alliance?"

Shirot's heart shook, and the surging hatred rose, turning into cold killing intent.

"Blessed by the Lord! Thank you, teacher! I will go and see them well!"

"Ok."

Avet nodded calmly, not caring. For the king of the alliance, the fate of a few noble assassins is just a little grass rat. He pondered for a moment, then looked at the mural on the ceiling again, and said faintly.

"Shirot, that's the end of today's conversation. Alyssa, waiting for you in the garden of roses! She's been waiting for a long time, don't let her down."

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