Chapter 969 Surrender Is Also an Art

"Boss Papu, the Mexica messenger has rested."

The sun was setting, and the dark sky enveloped the beach. A bonfire was lit in the big wooden house in the village, and two fresh sea fish and two hard old corns were also cooked. In this day and age, eating sea fish and river fish that lack calories never means abundance. And when the leader of an army can only eat fish to satisfy his hunger, it often means that there is not much food in the army.

"The messenger of the Mexica? Ha! Timberwolf, as the tribal chief of East Totonac, once yelled that he would fight to the death with the Mexica for the glory of the gods! ...But now, he After surrendering, he put on a Mexica battle suit, and he was full of blessings from the Lord God, and he was proud of serving the Mexica..."

Priest Papu stretched out his hand, fished out an old corn from the clay pot, and ate it slowly, with a little disdain on his face. But after a while, thinking of his situation, he restrained himself again, and couldn't help but sigh.

"The storm is coming, the tide is raging... In the face of such mighty power, how can mortals control their own destiny!..."

Hearing this, the headman Chu Chute also sighed. Holding the wooden bowl, he fished out a sea fish, and left the more filling corn to Priest Papu. In the past two years, he led the people of Snake Lake Village and fled eastward along with Priest Papu, even to the most eastern part of this seaside place. However, the Legion of the Mexica has always followed closely behind, as if the tide was about to submerge him, and once again arrived in front of him.

"Lord God bless! Boss, this Timberwolf is your old friend... There are so many warriors from Hidden Snake City in the navy, don't you need his help?"

"Ha! Old friend? I don't dare to be his old friend! You know, his hands are covered with the blood of old friends!..."

Priest Pap pursed his lips and shook his head. He talked about what the Timberwolves had done with disgust and wariness on his face, as if talking about an unscrupulous, ruthless mad dog.

"Jinwan City fell, Timberwolves were captured, and they took refuge in the Mexica. This is actually nothing. When the situation forced us to bow our heads to the strong, everyone has done it... But he did it himself, swore in blood, and sacrificed the suburbs. The many god-born nobles in Wolf City are tantamount to completely betraying the tribe they were born in! And he also accused the chief of Cone House City, Yorzin, of planning a rebellion, separated the heart from his body, and sacrificed it on the altar of Jinwan City... This is He has in-laws and best friends! Once these two things are done, he will completely become a wolfhound of the Mexica!..."

"Afterwards, he participated in the sacrifice of the chieftain of Carved Stone City, his old friend Teotra, and then led the army to break through Carved Stone City, and died for the Mexicans!... Now he is an envoy of some kingdom , risked his life, came to persuade me to surrender... Ha! Really want him to help, lead his samurai battalion into the water village... At that time, will my head also become his credit, that's true Not sure!..."

Speaking of this, Priest Pap laughed at himself and touched his big head. Then, he narrowed his eyes and looked towards the west, his voice gradually deepened.

"What's more, in the seaside land, those chiefs who took refuge in the Mexica and controlled the various warrior battalions...that is, the Wood Lizard of the Five Mountain City, the Red Ear of the Feathered Serpent City, the Kuikama City of the Earth River, and the Tuoqi City of the Rabbit Hill Na, and the coyote city of Mayakun... I am afraid that these soldiers who descended from Totonac will not be happy, and I will be added to share the small military power with them, and compete for the position of the commander of the samurai battalion of the Coastal Legion Bar!…"

"Huh? Coastal Legion? Warrior Battalion Commander?..."

Hearing this, the headman Chu Chute was surprised. He actually didn't know much about the news about the Mexica, and he couldn't understand the struggle among the descendants. He thought for a while, then asked suspiciously.

"Boss Papu! Aren't we navy? We don't want to compete with these people for land on land... We have all made up our minds to fight for the Mayan land along the coast... Why should they worry about us?"

"Well. Chu Chute, you are right! Our best way out is naturally to join the East Sea Navy of the kingdom, go to the Mayan coast in the east, and seek a foothold! It's just that they may not believe these words. And the tribal warriors in the navy probably don’t want to be too far away from home..."

Priest Pap touched his chin, showing a rare hesitation.

"The best and most suitable site is, of course, the bustling Honghu Town more than two hundred miles to the east, the vast Red Lake estuary. But I'm not sure whether it will be successful, whether it will be our turn... and further east Going one or two hundred miles, Wankou Town at the mouth of the Dahe (Grihava River) is also good... If you go further east, you will only have the prawn lake that is rich in prawns..."

Priest Papp stood where he was, thinking for a while. He has carefully studied the situation on the eastern coast for a long time, and asked many Mayan merchants and sailors, and he basically has a clear understanding of everything. In fact, if His Majesty the God of Death of the Mexica did not appear and was unwilling to personally accept his surrender...then his last choice was to lead the navy eastward and seek refuge in the Mayan city-states along the coast!

"Hey! The key is to look at His Majesty Mexica!...We have to bring the entire navy and all the shipwrights to increase the weight of surrender..."

Priest Papp murmured, walking back and forth. Then, he suddenly stopped, looked at the wooden house with only two people, and asked in a low voice.

"Chu Chute, how many sailors can our reliable backbones control?"

"Well...boss, it depends on where we go..."

The headman Chu Chute carefully looked around and replied in a low voice.

"There are more than 2,000 people in the entire navy! Currently in our hands, there are five or six hundred warriors and sailors from several tribes who migrated to the east. It is estimated that there are five or six hundred warriors and militiamen from various city-states and villages. Hundreds of people. As for the real main force, the Hidden Snake Saint... Hidden Snake City warriors, there are about 1,200 to 300 people, and they are all good fighters who are used to fighting on the water!"

"Lord God bless! We settled the navy here and cut off the connection between the holy city and the water village in the name of the Mexica raids. It has been more than a month... and the reason why these warrior leaders acquiesced to our actions is actually not It's not that you betrayed the tribe you came from, and completely abandoned Hidden Snake City..."

"On the one hand, they are unwilling to accept the order of Hidden Snake City, and give up their living positions in the fleet to transport the families and belongings of the god-born nobles, and help these cowards escape... On the other hand, it is also the rumor we released before, Said that you have contacted the Mayan city-state and are going to find a good way out for everyone..."

"So, if we go east, to the land of the Mayans in the east, there will be no objections in the fleet... And if we go west, and seek refuge with the Mexica... I am afraid that the warriors in Hidden Snake City will not You won’t obey orders obediently!…”

Hearing this, Priest Pap frowned and confirmed again carefully.

"Huh? Chu Chute, you have been dealing with these warrior leaders... Are you sure they really don't want to go to the Mexica? Even in such a difficult situation..."

"Uh...Boss, you also know, not to mention whether the blood feuds forged between the two sides for so long will be retaliated by the Mexica... The reputation of the Mexica alone is unremitting in the priests of Hidden Snake City. In the hearts of the samurai and tribal people in this area, it is simply..."

"What?..."

The headman Chu Chute pursed his lips and put down the only half of the sea fish left in his hand. Afterwards, he swallowed his saliva, stared at the dead fish head, and replied cautiously.

"It's the incarnation of the underground volcano monster, a demon army that can devour the souls of tribes! ... They killed god-born priests and noble warriors, and they were as ruthless and ruthless as weeds. And they eat us, just like we eat Like a fish!...If it is not forced, who would be willing to surrender to them, from the body to the belief, to accept that kind of strict control?...Is it really necessary to abandon the gods and ancestors, and not the soul after death?... "

"Ah, that's it! These warriors who have been soaked in their thoughts by the priests of the hidden snake don't know the real Mexica. For everything about the Mexica, they only have the heartfelt, instilled and baptized, Blind fear and hatred...and only after being forced to convert to the main god and breaking the clay pot of thought, can they open their eyes and gain...'new life'..."

Priest Pap narrowed his eyes, clenched and parted his hands. He pondered for a while, then gritted his teeth hard.

"Blessed by the gods! Blessed by the Lord God! Opportunities are won! Even if there is only one branch, we have to fight for the whole tree!..."

"In the current situation, we only need to bring the entire fleet over and hand it over to the hands of His Highness Mexica... Everything else is out of our control, and the warriors on board! ...Of course the most important thing is ten Two large ships, dozens of Mayan and Totonac shipwrights who can build large ships..."

"Twelve big ships? Boss, we only have seven big ships. Where did we get twelve..."

"Ha! Most of the five ships under construction have already been completed, but there is no upper deck and sails... But there is no upper deck, as long as the oars on both sides are there, they can be rowed out! Anyway, we are going to surrender, and the It’s not a war, bring me anything that can move!…”

Priest Pap clapped his hands, his eyes became sharp and decisive.

"Six hundred warriors and sailors, together with five or six hundred other tribes, control the twelve large ships! ... As for the main force of more than a thousand warriors in Yin Snake City, they are all arranged on small boats. As for the explanation..."

"Well... Chuchute, I have an idea! Let's just go like this..."

"Ah! Boss?!"

"Why, isn't it feasible?"

"Uh! This... This is really a good way! It's just your future reputation..."

"Haha! What reputation do I have?...Let's talk about it after surviving!..."

Before the night came, Priest Papp laughed. He ate the last bite of old corn, looked at the vast moonlight by the sea, and sighed faintly.

"Hey! A bad reputation is not necessarily a bad thing... No way, I have to be like Timberwolves and wholeheartedly seek refuge with the Mexica, leaving no way out!..."