Aztec Eternals

The priestly palace community was divided into two tiers. The guards at the bottom wore animal helmets, yellow robes, jaguars and eagles. The deacons wear solid-colored cloaks or waistcoats, and carry wooden boards with pictures to and fro.

The three climbed up to the second floor of the palace community along the granite steps, and walked in front of an extremely tall palace. Shulot vaguely heard the sound of fierce disputes in the palace. There also seems to be "War" and "Otomi" in the sound.

At the entrance of the palace, a huge colorful curtain fluttered. In the middle of the curtain is the unusually tall Sun God, God of War, and Mexica patron saint Vitzilopochtli, who sits with his head held high, holds his scepter and shield high, and is the main god of the Mexica Alliance. Dark green long feathers covered the back half of the main god's body, radiating around like the sun.

Beside the curtain at the gate of the temple, there are two guards wearing wolf heads and black robes.

One of them cast a questioning look at Acap. Acap pointed to Olosh and Shulot, and then pointed to the right. A grinning, toothy smile. Shulot rolled his eyes, and Olosh next to him was very preoccupied and didn't know what he was thinking.

Akap took the two of them to the right. Shulot asked in a low voice, "What are the high priests discussing in the main temple?"

"You'll know later." Akap smiled, but didn't answer, and seemed to have something on his mind suddenly.

After a while, the three of them came to a side hall again. There was also a huge curtain at the entrance of the side hall. On it was a god with his hands raised high, with a head that looked like a human or a dog, looking up at the sky. He has a bright red tongue, deep black feathers and a crown, as if he is about to leap from the bright red throne at any time.

This is the god of thunder and death, the god of the night star who escorts the sun, Shulotel, and the twin brother of the Feathered Serpent God.

The guards in the side hall were much more enthusiastic, "Little Shulot, are you back? How was the hunt this time? Was it bloody? Did you catch any prisoners?"

Xiuluo nodded and shook his head, and followed Akap forward without saying a word.

Entering the side hall, there is a low stone table in front of you, and there is a wooden board on the stone table. A burly man in his thirties was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing a painted red robe, a dark green feather crown on his head, and a silver ring on his wrist. He is holding a wooden pen, the tip of which is made of tough hair, dipped in black paint, and engraving two patterns on the wooden board.

Shulot took two steps forward and saw that the square pattern in front was a shield and a stick, and the square pattern behind it was a corpse wrapped in a white cloth. He had studied writing with the man in front of him, and knew that the two hieroglyphs meant "war" and "death".

The man raised his head, revealing a sharp and resolute face. He has deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a confident demeanor. The man's eyes were piercing, and he first fell on Shulot, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, then looked at Akap, and nodded. Finally looking at Olosh behind him, he burst out laughing.

"Welcome back, my warrior! You are welcome too, my son! You have come back just in time." The man stood up, revealing his tall, muscular body. Then spread out your arms in a welcome gesture, "The war is about to begin!"

"Good news, Commander Xiusoke! When? Who shall we fight?" Olosh also raised his arms in return, asking excitedly and surprised.

"A few days ago a messenger came from Tenochtitlan, bringing orders from the new Tratoani: the king wants us to start mobilization, and the coronation war will start next month, and the target of the conquest is Austria in the northwest. Tomi on the grounds that the Otomi refused to pay tribute to the Union."

Xiusoke and Olosh exchanged arms, and then asked, "How about this capture?"

"I took Shulot and the newcomers to the Northeast Vastec for a while, and captured dozens of dog-born savages. The Vastec people are still obedient and have enough food. It seems that the Northeast has recently It won't be a big problem."

Olosh thought for a while, and added: "Sholot's physical fitness and martial arts are good. He solved a quasi-soldier in this operation. There are too many questions, and I want to know everything."

Speaking of this, Olosh made a bitter face: "There are some numbers and truths. How can I, a soldier, answer them?"

"Haha, he can stump my number one samurai commander. It seems that this kid has grown a lot." Xiusoke smiled and patted Shulott's head, um, it hurts a bit.

"Is the city-state going to send troops this time? How much?"

"Of course, as the king's relatives, the city-state will definitely send troops to respond. The priests and elders have been discussing the specific amount of troops all morning. You should know when the high priest returns. But the king has already announced that Tenochtitlan Three elite Hikipilli will be mobilized, which is a regiment of 8,000 people. Texcoco and Tlacopan will each mobilize one elite regiment, and then the villages under the three cities will mobilize five civilian regiments."

"Then the three cities of the capital will mobilize a total of 10 8,000-man regiments, that is, 80,000 people?" Xiulot gasped, 80,000 soldiers?

"Oh, Shulot is really good at mathematics." Olosh was also a little surprised, "When the rainy season is approaching, it is not a wise choice to mobilize an army of 100,000 people to go to the north to eat the mountain city of the Otomi people. "

"That's right." Xiusoke put away his smile and nodded slowly, "The city-state on the southern side of Sarco can mobilize at least two regiments, one each from Wattstepec and Cuonavac, and one regiment from the north. The 2 regiments near Weipuchtlan will be recruited. At least 4 regiments can be dispatched from Tepanikapan, Tolocan, and Laziko in the west. In order to prevent the Tlaxcalans from moving in the east, it should be It is 20 regiments of 8,000 people."

"There is absolutely no need to worry about the frontal battlefield. Even if all the city-states of the Otomi people send reinforcements, there are only about 10 regiments, and the combat power is incomparable with our elite warrior regiment." Olosh patted his chest confidently .

"But 20 regiments need at least 100,000 people. And it is in the wet rainy season, and the food consumed every day is uncountable. The Otomi villages in the north have always been poor, and there is little food to plunder. Once the Otomi people hide in the city-state If we stick to our defenses and the war drags on, we will be in trouble."

"My worries are here too." Xiusock subconsciously pinched Shulot's face, um, it still hurts.

"However, the Vastecs in the northeast provide a large amount of tribute every year, and it is unreasonable and beneficial to them. The three-clan city-state alliance in the south has been submissive these years, and they are connected with each other. Throwing a stone will definitely cause a pool of ripples.

Tarasco in the west is very powerful, and we were defeated in the past two years. Not to mention Tlaxcala in the east, if you want to fight, you need to mobilize all of them, and everyone is not ready yet. After some calculations, the king probably had no choice but to choose the Otomi people in the north. "

"In the final analysis, he is still bullying the weak and fearing the strong." Olosh muttered dissatisfiedly, "How can the king not have the heart of a warrior?"

Olosh paused, then lowered his voice and said, "The prestige of the new king has not yet been established. If you fight against the enemy Tlaxcala or the powerful Tarasco, even if you lose, no one will complain. But fighting against the weak and cunning Otomi people won't win any benefits. Don't say defeat, even if you win less, it will make everyone feel dissatisfied."

Xiu Suoke smiled and nodded approvingly: "Olosh, your talent is more than enough to be the leader of an elite warrior group."

"It's a pity that our city-state doesn't have eight thousand warriors to bring me." Olosh laughed.

"There will be in the future, I promise!" The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Shulot was fascinated by what he was listening to, when he saw Akapu walking in from outside the hall, and he didn't know when he left.

Akap said softly with a smile: "Head, the High Priest has finished the meeting and is on his way now."