Chapter 1275: Waking up to the Sound of Inexplicable Prayers!

"He wants half? He didn't do anything, but he wants half of the canine barbarians?...This is the strategy I thought of. I sent an envoy to contact the Red Crow, and it was the final agreement I finalized!...Black Wolf opened his mouth and asked for half. ?…”

The clipper carried the letter from the Maya Coast where Black Wolf was conquering to the coast of the Totonac Alliance. In a blink of an eye, it has been more than 20 days, directly reaching the end of May. And when Miava was wearing a white robe and lying lazily on the bamboo mat, she opened the letter and saw a domineering reply in four big words, which made her shocked and angry.

"Lord Snake Mother... In addition to this letter, Marshal Black Wolf also gave you to his tribal noblewoman... and directly sacrificed Shenhu to the Lord God in front of the legion!..."

"What?! It took me so long to train a stunning beauty, and I sent it to him all the way... He actually sacrificed it to Shen Hu! Damn it! This fierce and stubborn black wolf, this wolf that only knows how to kill people !…”

Miava jumped up in shock, showing amazing flexibility, like a beautiful king snake. She clutched the reply letter in her hand, gritting her teeth with hatred, and her eyes flashed with a dangerous light, like a short-tailed cat about to bite. But behind this anger, there is also a faint fear, and he thinks of the Black Wolf Pioneer who broke into Jinwan City. No matter she is a snake or a cat, she will be helpless in the end when she encounters a ruthless beast that refuses to eat anything soft or hard.

"Hey! For His Highness's sake, let's send one thousand of the first batch of two thousand barbarians we just exchanged to the Maya coast, and go with the fleet transporting supplies!..."

After a long while, Miava reluctantly left the order and waved her cronies to leave. She lay back on the bamboo mat again, holding a small wooden carving in the shape of a human in her hand, and she cursed in a low voice with grievance and even some resentment.

"You heartless! You cruel guy! I worked hard to run the Seaside Alliance for you, plan the inheritance of Silver Crow for you, and get in touch with Red Crow for you... I also gave birth to a child who is smart and noble for you. My daughter! You still don’t believe me!…”

"Damn it! You can make those civilian generals with humble backgrounds one by one, make them some kind of great chief or whatever, and take full responsibility for the military and political affairs of a place... But when you come to me, you have created such a prison! What? To lead three parties? Let Bertard lead the East China Sea, the chief priest Yi Cui be in charge of the academic affairs, and the black wolf control the army and navy... But I, the woman who loves you the most, can only deal with government affairs with my hands tied, and I only have some useless things in my hands. Tribal militia!…”

"Snake mother of the ancestors! I finally got through the contact with Red Crow, and the message tells you... but you ordered me to follow the seaside decision-making system. I must first obtain Bertad's permission, and also need the advice and approval of the chief priest and the black wolf. …One of them asked me to keep the food supply stable, the other wanted to set up direct priests in the barbarian tribe, and the last one just opened his mouth and wanted to eat half of the people! …I was really angry!”

Speaking of this, Miava's eyes turned red with anger, and she even cried. In fact, the real purpose of her direct communication to Shulot was not to exchange barbarians, but to bypass the current seaside power system that restricted her and obtain permission to handle various matters directly from Shulot. And as long as there is such a precedent, and Shulot is not on the beach, it is impossible to supervise everything on the beach all the time... She can slowly use the name of men to reach out everywhere and grasp the real and more real power and power. strength! …

However, Hulot's reply not only did not include any decision on permission or disallowance, but also sternly warned her that the decision-making power must continue to be returned to the "Meeting of Four" on the beach. This is a clear signal that she is not allowed to reach out beyond the bounds!

Everything is subject to the "Meeting of Four", and Bertard also has the highest veto power. After the exchange of this group of barbarians, even if some kind of canine flag team or some kind of barbarian guards were established... the influence she could control would not be too much.

"Damn it! Crush you to death! Crush you to death! ... Crush you to death, you cruel guy! You won't let me do anything freely! ... Ah! You just like to tie my hands and feet, restrain my body, and ravage me to your heart's content ?…"

Miava's eyes were red, and even her neck was a little red. She squeezed the small wooden carving of Shulot's face tightly with both hands, wanting to bite him hard twice and break his neck. She rubbed the rough face on the wooden carving, her breathing gradually became faster, and her eyes became a little moist. Finally, she couldn't help but threaten, shouting defiantly at the wooden sculpture like an unruly wild cat.

"Aha! Now, I have control over you! Not only will I hold you tightly... I will also eat you in one bite! Eat you completely! Aha!!..."

After a hasty announcement, Shulot's wooden sculpture disappeared. On the bamboo mat, only the snake girl was left eating, laughing proudly, feeling proud...

"Um!…"

Nearly a thousand miles away, Shulot suddenly woke up as if he heard something. He stood up quietly, put on a clean and solemn black sacrificial robe, straightened the feather crown that was half a meter high, then put the bamboo basket of divination equipment on his back and walked slowly out of his tent.

The Mixtec Yunshan City and Yuntan are just a few miles away in the south. One is standing on a platform halfway up the mountain, and the other is towering at the top of a higher mountain. Together they control an area of ​​more than ten square kilometers around them. This is also the last territory in the entire Yunshan City Valley that is in the hands of the Mixtecs.

Further south, the valley tribes behind Yunshan City have been swept away by the raging Mexican army. Under the custody of 30,000 troops, tens of thousands of captured tribesmen worked day and night, and two rough trenches were dug to surround Yunshan City and Yuntan respectively. The Mixtec defenders on the city also tried to sneak out of the city to attack, but after two attempts and hundreds of casualties, there was no movement again.

Looking around, thousands of Mixtec warriors and militiamen were gathering at the top of Yunshan City. They yelled and cursed outside the city for days, and their morale was obviously not bad. The fences under the city were cut down, and the pits and bamboo sticks were filled in, leaving only Taicheng with the final terrain advantage. Up and down the platform of Yunshan City, there were thousands of corpses lying densely packed. Some were painted white with lime, some were blackened by fireworks, some had arrows stuck in their necks, and some had their heads smashed by falling rocks...

The vast majority of these corpses were Mixtec warriors who were captured by the Alliance and then driven to attack the city, as well as hundreds of warriors from the Mexica Legion. And the result of the final attack on the city was like this platform littered with corpses. The few battle losses on the city proved the futility of the attack...

"The Lord God bless you! May your souls ascend to the kingdom of God, whether they are the people of the clouds of Mixtec or the warriors of Mexica..."

Shulot looked at it for a moment, lowered his head and prayed sincerely for a while, guiding the wandering souls of the deceased to the direction of the sky.

At present, the east-route army of the southern expedition has completely cut off the connection between Yunshan City and the surrounding areas. Even the southeastern valley road that communicates with Zapotec has captured the northern half. Avit specially detached a legion and established a Taniguchi camp to confront the Zapotec reinforcements in the southeast to avoid unnecessary small-scale fights. What's left is to step up the siege of Yunshan City. It's just that such a naturally dangerous Taicheng, as the ancestral land of the Mixtec people for hundreds of years, cannot be captured by force. Even with the help of artillery, it still can't do much...

"The cost of storming Taicheng, tens of thousands of casualties during the siege, is unbearable by the Alliance, so it can only besieged... The wet rainy season is coming, and this long siege is not known to last for how long... Mist Will the will of the conquerors be as strong as that of the people of Tlaxcala?…”

Shulot didn't have an answer to this question. On a battlefield with tens of thousands of people, under the blessing of natural and dangerous terrain, personal bravery or wisdom often cannot change anything. All the army can do is to continue the siege! The siege lasted until the rainy season came and went, the Mixtecs ran out of food, and the other side surrendered, and Taicheng fell completely!

"Witness the Lord God! May is almost over... In order to maintain the morale of the legion, on the Lord God's Day every month, I will host a ceremony to sacrifice prisoners to cheer up the whole army!"

Thinking of this, Shulot shook his head slightly. He looked at his clean hands and understood his grandfather's feelings more and more. Then, he looked at the hill where the altar was located, where he presided over the ceremony, and suddenly his eyes froze.

"Hey! Who are those people?..."

On the altar on the hill, the mysterious Bagua flag flies together with the traditional flag of the main god. Around the altar, there were clearly some nobles and warriors kneeling, muttering words and praying devoutly. These familiar whispers floated over, it was the inexplicable voice that woke up Shulot...

"Huh? It's not the time for sacrifice yet? The direction of these people praying and kneeling... seems to be facing the Bagua flag? Others seem to be facing this direction... They are facing me. ?…”

Shulot looked at it for a moment, his eyes moved, as if he had some realization.