Aztec Eternals

The June winds come from the great lakes in the east. It traveled two thousand miles across rolling plateaus to the basin of Patzcuaro. The air began to be filled with moist water vapor, and the rainy season in the land of the lake was about to come.

Shulot stood on the top floor of the Palace of Winds, looking at the surrounding mountains and fields. Conspicuous streaks of black smoke rose from the adjacent fields, like ink and ink in the sky, leaving scattered traces. The young king stared 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, the vegetation is more than in previous years, and the smoke from burning wasteland will naturally be thicker. But if you look closely at the number of thick smoke, you will find that the land in the lake has become as desolate as a saltwater lake. Once again thriving schools of fish gather."

Avit smiled back. He was wearing a breathable plain robe and was holding a wooden board in his hand to examine. Soon, he handed the plank to Shulot and smiled softly.

"I heard that the capital of the kingdom has fallen. On the south bank of the Leman River, the Akan Baro State in the northeast of Qincongcan has sent people to surrender. This is the document of their surrender."

Shulot took the board and watched it carefully. I saw six long flags on it, and there were sixteen feathers on the long flags. In the center there are three warrior figurines and eight militia figurines. And under these pictures, there is a kneeling villain, with his head bowed, kneeling towards the adult in front of him. On the head of the adult is a blue-green hummingbird helmet, on the body is the radiating sun rays, and in the hand is the iconic throwing spear of the main god. Obviously, this is a symbol of the Mexica Union.

"By this time, there will still be 3,000 warriors and 8,000 militiamen in Akanbaro State?"

Xiulot was a little surprised.

"Haha, it's just the last loud cooing of the turkey before it's caught."

Avit smiled.

"The intelligence officer has checked it out, and many small nobles in Prepeca have also surrendered to me. After being attacked by you all the way, there are still about 1,500 warriors and five or six thousand militiamen in Acambarobang. Most of the militiamen are 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 relatively strong, but the food and supplies are far from enough, and there has been no ability to attack. Now that the capital has fallen, the kingdom will be declared dead. Now it is the spring plowing season that cannot be delayed, and 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, cut off half of the feathers, then raised his head and smiled.

"All the six hereditary families will remain, but the number of great nobles will be halved, and the number of places will be negotiated by themselves. Let these families fight with each other for a while to increase some rifts. Then Tepopolo will be entrusted to him, so that Ah Cambarobong is in your hands."

Xiuluo nodded. Then, he looked at the militiaman on the wooden board, his eyes lit up.

"Avit, since these militiamen are all young men sent out from Patzcuaro Lake District, as a condition of surrender, Acambaro State should be returned!"

"Well, come back? There are endless wars, and few nobles will be willing to hand over young men. However, Akan Baro is extremely short of food. You can take out a batch of food. When I am surrendered, I will scare them and let them hand over Half. As for the remaining half. That’s Tepopolo’s future fiefdom, and you have to leave some for him.”

"Okay! Three thousand militiamen, not without a small supplement. The small town of Patzcuaro in the southeast has surrendered to the legion. There is a military grain warehouse of the Kingdom of Tarasco there. The grain stored there can feed more than 100,000 people for a day." Years. I am not short of food, but short of food.”

A smile appeared on Shulot's face.

"Oh? The small town of Patzcuaro. That should be where the Tarascos supply the southeast defense line, and the military ration storage place of Sitacquarobang. If there is a lack of people, Tarasco's southeast army has surrendered to me in Sitaccuaro Excluding the thousands of wounded sacrificed, there are still about 20,000 militiamen and 5,000 Tekos tribe warriors left. These people consume a lot of food, and thousands of warriors are needed for guards. If you can afford it, you can control it , I can also leave it all to you!"

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

"If you don't want it, I'll give it to the elders to be used as consumables for building temples and sacrifices for the capital celebration."

"Twenty-five thousand surrendered troops!"

Hearing this number, Xiulot's throat moved slightly and he swallowed. He carefully calculated the military power in his hands, and struggled for a long time before saying.

"Twenty thousand militiamen are handed over to me. After collective conversion and reorganization, they should be able to control them. As for the tribal troops such as Terkos warriors, they can only be deterred by force. They cannot understand the language, are fierce and difficult to rule, and they are self-contained. I only need a few Ten guides for the Colima Mountains!"

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

During the light conversation, the two decided the fate of tens of thousands of people in this way. Avit smiled faintly, and looked at his students again, with a hint of exam on his face.

"Sholot, you have been counting the population these days. Now, how many troops, how many young men, and how many people do you control?"

The young king thought for a while, then took out a roll of book that he carried with him from his skirt, opened it 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, about 5,000 Tarasco surrendered troops; then captured the Huayamo fortress, fought with the Chapala Army, and surrendered Seven or eight thousand people were recruited, of which more than two thousand Tekos were handed over to Xilotepec City as a price for the exchange of dog descendants. Among the remaining five thousand people, there were more than two thousand sky family warriors, and More than 2,000 archers. This is a 10,000-capable surrender army."

"The next battle with Tarasco's army was quite tragic. Most of the more than 3,000 captives were wounded. After sacrificing the heavier wounded, only 2,000 people were recruited. The capital was captured, and nearly 15,000 soldiers were recruited. half of them are ordinary Terkos tribesmen. Including the lake towns that surrendered, there are a total of 30,000 surrendered troops.”

Having said that, Shulot sighed.

"These 30,000 surrendered troops can also be counted as the young and strong of the Prepecha people. In the fief area I control, there are 60,000 civilians in Qincongcan City, of which 20,000 are strong. And there are only ten people along the lake. Many people are old and weak. The north of Lake Patzcuaro is dilapidated, only the lake area to the west is better. According to my estimate, there are about 100,000 people, about 10,000 people. The south of Lake Patzcuaro is better, the main Apa Chin Kampang is well preserved, but it is estimated that there will be no more than 200,000 people, 40,000 young."

"Avit, I haven't had time to sort out the south. Although Apa Chin Kampang has surrendered, most of them still maintain autonomy. Roughly speaking, you gave me such a large fief, but there are only less than half a million people in the fief. , 100,000 men. And in my hands, there are only more than 300,000, 60,000 men."

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

"Sholot, there are more than 300,000 people, 60,000 men, what are you not satisfied with? When the 20,000 surrendered militiamen arrive, you will have 80,000 men, and most of them have fought wars." Warrior! In the west of this world, you will not meet any opponents!"

Having said that, Avitt's gaze became deep. He still said with a smile.

"The intelligence officer has already reported to me. Tepopolo's fief, Apachin Gambang, is sparsely populated and densely forested, with no more than 70,000 to 80,000 people. And Iscari's Sitaquarobang has dangerous terrain. The hills are undulating, and there are only 60,000 to 70,000 people. As for the mountainous copper area in the south of the Alsace River, although Wetamoban has a vast area and a population of more than 100,000 people, the mountain people have always been tough and difficult to rule, and the terrain is divided. But it’s far inferior to yours!”

Listening to Avette's description, Shulot quickly added the population situation in the surrounding area to the map in his mind. Although these figures are only rough calculations, even barely estimated based on the number of warriors and the consumption of salt, they are the rarest secrets of this era. In the whole world, only the king of Mexica, who pays attention to intelligence and has many scouts, can know the situation of each state in detail.

After a while, Shulot sighed.

"Your Majesty, I am very satisfied with the current fiefdom. I am just a little emotional. The fiefdom you gave me is the most 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 young adults. However, in just one year of war, the population will be reduced by half, and six out of ten young adults will be lost. If the tragic Western Expedition continues for another two years , the difficulty of the alliance's victory can be clearly seen from here!"

Hearing this, Avit was startled. He turned his hands behind his back, walked to the balcony, and looked towards the vast east. The smoking peak of Mount Kinabalu seemed far away, and the impenetrable alpine fortress of Sitacuaro floated into his mind again.

"Yeah, crossing hundreds of mountains, flying hundreds of miles of forests, golden eagles and kestrels fighting with all their strength, the alliance of immortality mobilized the whole country, and the two sides attacked from the north and the south. The warriors suffered heavy casualties. Coupled with your breakthrough, we got Here comes the victory of the Western Expedition!"

"In this year's battle, the Southern Legion lost nearly 15,000 warriors and more than 20,000 militiamen. Nearly 40,000 warriors were lost in the lake, and it took several years or even ten years of cultivation to make up for it. The consumed There are hundreds of thousands of catties of grain and grass, the treasury of the capital is completely empty, and the squeeze on the vassals has reached its limit. Food and supplies will also have to be accumulated for several more years!"

"A king's ambition is flying like an eagle, and his eyes are on the whole world. Population and food cannot grow overnight, but the years will pass, and the eagle will grow old in vain!"

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

Hearing this, Xiulot was a little silent. He reopened the bright red mark on the portable booklet, and sighed after a while.

"The Northern Legion also suffered heavy casualties. Over the past year, I took advantage of weapons and tried my best to catch the enemy by surprise. I also lost 10,000 warriors, 7,000 militiamen, and many wounded in the field. I recruited from the north Many Otomi warriors, canine mercenaries, and used them in the front line of the siege, which minimized the casualties of the Mexica warriors”

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

Hearing this, Avita nodded. He turned sideways and looked at the murals that hadn't been covered in the main hall of the Palace of Winds. Condors soar in the sky, accompanied by hummingbirds. 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 multiplied. On the east side of the mural, a round of sun is rising.

"The painting is not bad! The painter's skills are superb, not inferior to the capital in the lake."

King Avet praised with a smile, and then spoke quietly.

"Sholot, my son, you are doing a good job! The northern Chichimeks have moved south on a large scale, and the northern Terkos tribe is making trouble. The Chapala Lake area has suffered heavy losses, plus the damage from the Western Expedition , the recent civil strife, Dingkou will probably be halved. I have received their messenger. The new Feather Prince intends to surrender to the alliance, and will soon send someone to offer a tribute."

"Peng Guali, Prince of Feathers? The one who fought against me twice? He sent people to offer pictures and pay tribute?"

Shulot was a little surprised when he thought of the Feather Marshal who turned into the wind.

"Yeah, he can be regarded as a character! After losing the battle with the Northern Army, he successfully returned with the main force of the family, and still held Patriarch Baiyin in his hands. In less than half a year, he cleaned up the Sky Clan and married the daughter of the Baiyin Clan. , and then unified the entire Lake Chapala area, claiming to be a prince and a descendant of the Condor."

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

"Now Penguari has basically inherited the political heritage of the Northwest of the Tarasco Kingdom. He controls 300,000 people, 60,000 to 70,000 Ding, and the core of his rule is Tisa Pangbang, which is 500 years away from the capital of Chin Cong Chan. In a short period of time, the alliance has no will, let alone manpower and material resources, to launch a large-scale expedition with a distance of thousands of miles, and accept his surrender."

Avit's eyes sparkled like burning flames. He looked at Shulot, his expression had become serious.

"Sholot, my student! The wolfhounds in Tlaxcala are barking in the east. I won't stay here for long. I will return east in a few days. Let me have a last word with you."

"After this Western Expedition, the Tarasco Kingdom with a population of more than 1.6 million has only about 1.1 million people left. The bones of these 500,000 people are the price for raising the Sun God! The ethnic group that is not in the hands of the alliance, no matter how many casualties there are, there is no need to take it to heart. The civilians will always grow like weeds, and only the land and lakes are the foundation of everything!"

"You have to rest patiently for a few years, subdue the hearts of the Lake District, and train Preepecha to be strong. Then control Apatchingan in the south, and then crusade against Sakapu in the west and Lake Chapala in the west. And the southwest , there are also a large number of Tekos tribes, and the Colima Mountains that you can’t forget.”

"Sholot, after I return to the east, I will leave everything to you to deal with in the west. It is up to you to decide whether to crusade or appease the various ministries. I only want the west to be stable and not to affect the Texcoco lake area. After a few more years of saving food and grass, and cultivating a new batch of warriors, it is time to make a thorough settlement with the Tlaxcalans!"

The long wind blows, raising the black hair of the kings, revealing their ambitious black eyes. The wind chimes at the top of the Palace of Winds are fluttering in the wind, making crisp bells. The melodious sound of the bell fell on the hearts of the kings, outlining the smiles at the corners of their mouths, like the praise of heaven and earth.

Rearranged the population data after the Western Expedition, and the casualties of the troops. This chapter was more difficult to write. Ask for a ticket~