Aztec Eternals

It's been a week since June. The two kings sat high in the royal capital of Qin Congcan, and the 30,000 Mexica legions threatened the Quartet, and the envoys from the Quartet came one after another.

The mountain tribes in the Wetamo Copper District presented new copperware; the Prepecha nobles in the southwest of Apacingan presented a form of surrender; the Terkos tribe on the edge of the Colima Mountains sent noble chiefs Daughter; and the last to come, is the messenger of the Lake Chapala.

In the majestic Palace of Winds, King Avet, adorned with gods and spirits, held the inherited scepter and accepted the audience of Chapala envoys. The envoy is dressed in a feather robe inlaid with gemstones, and on his head is a noble feather crown that is forked like an eagle's wings. Facing the two kings of the Mexica Alliance, the messenger knelt on the ground with a humble expression.

"The Supreme King of the Sun God, His Royal Highness the God of Death, the Bloodline of the Preepecha Sacred Eagle, the ruler of the Chapala Lake District, and Prince Penguari, the descendant of the Feather God, sent envoys to pay tribute to the great kings! The Eagle's Bloodlines, admire the greatness of the alliance, respect the martial arts of the alliance, and are willing to offer his unparalleled loyalty to the supreme king!"

"Before I set off, the prince will cut off a drop of blood and swear in the name of the ancestors! He will shed the last drop of the condor's blood for the supreme king; he will guard the wilderness in the northwest for generations for the great alliance. As long as the prince is there One day, the ferocious chichimaker descendants will never set foot on the land south of the Leman River!

"The prince's loyal spirit is visible! He has imprisoned the former wife of the Tarasco royal family. He offers you gold and silver, precious stones, feathers and jade, and beautiful maidens of the feather family. In my accompanying team, there are The princes of the former royal family branch all have noble blood."

Hearing this, Xiulot was a little surprised. The subtext of noble blood can be used as a sacred sacrifice for the celebration ceremony.

"King Sun God, as the ruler of Lake Chapala, the prince is willing to surrender at your feet and fight for your glory! Please give the noble daughter of the royal family of Mexica as the new wife of the prince."

Speaking of this, the messenger finally took out the board of surrender from his arms, held it up with both hands, and dedicated it to the Grand Tratoani of the Mexica Alliance.

"Supreme King, this is the atlas of the surrender of the Lake District, and behind it is the annual tribute."

Avit stretched out his hand, and a personal guard took the album, checked it carefully, and handed it to the king. The king looked at it for a while, then smiled, and handed it to Shulot next to him.

"Yes! Surrender, convert, and give it to your noble daughter. Pay tribute at the spring and autumn equinoxes without any delay!"

"Honor your will!"

The messenger fell to the ground again, his face pressed tightly against the cold ground, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Shulot took the album, glanced at the densely packed long flag feathers on it, and counted more than a dozen exaggerated warrior figures, dozens of militia figures, and shook his head with a smile. He turned the back and saw pictures of gold, silver, gems, jade, feathers, clothing, and slave figures with bound hands, but not corn, beans, pumpkins, fish, wood, or stones. The young king nodded slowly again.

Although forced by the situation, the Lake Chapala area expressed surrender, but the alliance's influence on this area is almost zero. In fact, both sides clearly know that today's tame gesture is just a superficial ceremony, bowing their heads under military threats. When the main force of the alliance returns to the east, the land of Chapala will become an independent kingdom again.

"Although the belief in the Three Gods is deeply rooted in the lake area, it is not without gaps. Well, the militiamen who were captured before were converted and released."

Shulot pondered for a moment, then also smiled.

The audience ceremony ended quickly, and the Chapala envoy saluted respectfully again, then turned and left under the guidance of the guards. But at the moment of leaving, he finally raised his head and quickly glanced at the murals in the Palace of Winds.

The guards and envoys gradually went away, and there were only two kings left in the hall again. Avit took off the heavy crown, opened the complicated royal clothes, and said with a smile.

"Peng Guali is not an eagle, but a cunning fox. From now on, I will leave this fox to you to deal with."

"Although foxes are cunning, they are not good at fighting. Facing swift black wolves, they are just a delicious meal at home."

Xiulot smiled confidently and shook his head again.

"It's just that this fox den is too far away!"

Both of them laughed at the same time. Laughter echoed in the hall, like the loud and clear cry of an eagle. After a long while, Avit said seriously.

"Sholot, after meeting Chapala's envoy, I will lead the army to leave tomorrow. On the return journey, I will take the route of the Northern Army and return quickly by water.

I'll meet your father once at the Estuary Keep, and head east aboard the fleet of Anatri's navy. Then, stay for two days in Acambarobang on the south bank of the Leman River, summon and appease the local nobles who have surrendered, and carry out the enfeoffment ceremony of honoring the nobleman Tepopolo.

Eight thousand warriors and two thousand nobles will go north with me. Tepopolo and the fifteen hundred remaining royal warriors in his hands will also go to the fief with me. As for Marshal Iscari, he will lead the 5,000 headquarters and stay here to defend. Until the end of spring plowing in July and the stability of the lake area is confirmed, he will set off eastward for the fiefdom of Sitakwarobang. "

Avit's expression became a little serious. There was a little worry in his eyes.

"The spring plowing has begun, and the militias mobilized by the alliance have been disbanded one after another, and the city-state warriors from all over the country are also eager to return home. The number of troops in your hands will be greatly reduced, and the support ability of the alliance will also be reduced."

"Sholot, my student, the first year is the biggest challenge. You have to try your best to stand firm. From today, the four hundred jaguar regiments and more than three thousand royal warriors in your hands are your direct descendants. I will leave it all to you! You have to give them the land here so that the warriors can take root. I will also send people to migrate over to their families in the alliance."

Hearing Avette's words, Shulot nodded a little moved, and performed another student's etiquette.

"Thank you, teacher! The army of the western city-state has returned to the east not long ago, and the army supported by the northern city-state of Ottopan has long been disbanded. It takes time to integrate. I really need a reliable force in my hands to suppress all parts of the Lake District!

These days, the counting of the Legion is done. Now in my hands, there are nearly a thousand personal guards, more than a thousand temple guards, more than a thousand longbow militiamen, more than two thousand holy city legionaries, more than five thousand spear militiamen, plus the more than three thousand militiamen you left me people, as well as hundreds of recruited dog-born mercenaries, totaling 15,000 Mexica legions.

This number of troops is scattered around and can basically maintain the stability of the fief. And for the 30,000 Tarasco troops, I have a new resettlement plan."

"Oh? This is a fresh plan. I have never thought of letting the legion pick up a hoe, but it can only be implemented in the surrendered army without political status, and it needs enough prestige from the commander."

Arvette looked curious. He listened patiently for a while, his eyes lit up, and then he nodded silently.

"That's right! Shulot, the legions of the alliance can conquer countries and destroy city-states, but establishing a solid rule is far more difficult than conquering. This requires a more delicate and flexible rule of thumb to gradually control the hearts of the people. And food is the most important people's will, the most fundamental cornerstone of governance!"

Having said that, Avit smiled lightly.

"Sholot, you really don't need me to leave the great nobles in the capital? They are very familiar with this land and have a strong influence. They can help you quickly control everything in the lake area."

Shulot shook his head firmly.

"No, Avit, I don't need it, take them all away!"

Avit nodded slowly, showing a calm smile, the captive nobles, the ending is decided. King Mexica looked at his heir and said solemnly.

"Okay. Shulot, since you don't need me to keep the nobles of Tarasco, then the rule of the land in the lake will depend on you! You have to remember that governing the country is like taming a golden eagle , sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, it all depends on the situation, you must not blindly rush!"

Xiulot pondered for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Yes. Conquer the territory with batons and copper axes, and then rule with gods and food. Avit, I don't need the Tarasco nobles in the capital, and I don't plan to rely on the old ruling system

The power of a king comes from the hearts of the people, and also from the people he stands on! The Patzcuaro Lake District has been swept away, and it is a brand new blank sheet of paper. I want to build a more efficient centralized kingdom here, and use it to create a brand new powerful picture! "

Hearing this, Avit lowered his eyes slightly and nodded slowly. He stepped forward, gave Xiulot a solemn hug, and left a farewell message.

"Spread your wings and fly high, my eagle. I watched you fly from the nest on the peak, and I am waiting for the day when you return!"

The long wind blows, and all the whispers melt into the wind. There was no speech in the hall, only the wind chimes were raised high and tinkling.

The next morning. The brilliant morning sun rises from the eastern sky, illuminating the majestic Qingshi Royal Capital, as well as the glorious Mexica Legion outside the east gate. Under the admiring eyes of tens of thousands of alliance warriors, the two kings wore sacred and solemn royal clothes, held up their scepters to each other, and carried out a silent communication between the gods.

The silent gaze lasted for a long time, until the sky was completely transparent, and the sun god ascended to the sky. Avette took a deep look at Shulot for the last time, then turned around majestically and left. The king's flag was raised high to the north, and tens of thousands of warriors followed closely. The chill permeated the wilderness, and gradually disappeared at the end of the sky.

Shulot sighed softly. He raised his low head and looked up at the sky excitedly. The golden light spreads all over the earth, and there are eagles soaring on the zenith!

"Bothard, fully supervise the spring plowing! Send out the guard envoys to see how the surrendered troops are doing! After a while, I will go to the field to inspect it myself! Spring plowing is the current top priority! Starting today , Whether you are a samurai or a militia, you must do your best for spring plowing!"

"Kuluka, gather the scouts and long-distance merchants for exploration, and then report to me the situation of the fief in detail!"

The young king ordered sharply, and all the generals and personal guards saluted one after another. Soon, with the capital as the center, countless messengers scattered to every corner of the Patzcuaro Lake District. They ran all the way, and implemented the king's will in this new land!