Chapter 1507 Red and White, the Funeral of Fate

"Your Highness the Prophet! After the Alliance Army ambushed and defeated the Zapotec Army, they did not pursue immediately. We first killed the two thousand Zapotec vanguards, then let the armored warriors rest a little, and let hundreds of Jaguar regiments chase and intimidate them! Don't give them a chance to regroup! You see, there are at least a thousand Zapotec warriors lying down along the twenty-mile mountain road!... These bodies are scattered everywhere, and it is very troublesome to bury them... But the God King said that the bodies must be buried as soon as possible to avoid plague..."

"Lord God bless! These Zapotec warriors who died in the battle really need to be buried as soon as possible, and it is best to gather them together... The burial pit should be deeper, preferably two people deep, to avoid being dug out by wild dogs. And the burial location must also be far away from rivers and water sources, at least fifty steps apart..."

The sun at noon was very warm, and December on the plateau was like early spring. Xiu Luote, wearing a blood-stained sacrificial robe, stood at the southeast entrance of the Yunshan Valley, and his cotton shoes were dyed red from white. And a mountain valley road leading directly to the Oaxaca Valley, covered with red and white traces, stretched in front of him.

"Merciful Lord of the Sun! I pray for your attention, pray for your coming! I pray that you will lead the souls of these dead warriors to the kingdom of the sky. Whether they are Mixtecs, Zapotecs, or the Mexica of the Alliance, they all have a common identity, the ancient glue people!..."

Xuluot bowed his head and prayed, not only to lead the souls of the dead Zapotec warriors, but also to the living war priests of the Alliance. After hearing the revised sacrificial text by the prophet of divine revelation, the war priests of the Lord God looked at each other, and no one dared to speak. It was not until Xuluot looked at them calmly and recited the second time that the war priests bowed their heads and prayed together.

"May the Lord bless you! Whether they are Mixtecs, Zapotecs, or Mexicas... all the dead are ancient Jiao people, going to the kingdom of the Lord!"

The solemn prayer lasted for a quarter of an hour before everyone continued to move forward along the valley road. Xiuluot stopped from time to time to pick up a few weapons and equipment left by the Zapotecs and identify the leather armor on their bodies. His eyes flashed with thought, even though he had never fought directly with the Zapotec army, he had already outlined the appearance of the other side.

"…Tougher leather armor, with a thin copper plate inlaid on the chest. The cotton battle suit is of good quality, and is obviously finely woven..."

"Long-range weapons include slings, spears thrown by spear throwers, and medium-sized single bows similar to those of the Tlaxcalans. Both the spearheads and arrowheads are mainly made of obsidian sharp pieces, with a small number of copper arrows. As for melee weapons, they include Makwawit war clubs, wooden-handled copper axes, wooden-handled stone clubs and stone hammers, as well as heavier short-handled copper hammers that can deal with medium armor..."

"They also have a very small number of bronze axes, spears and longbows, which should have been smuggled from the alliance, or from the Totonac Alliance... In general, the Zapotecs produce copper, cotton, dyes, and obsidian, have good leather armor manufacturing technology, and are well-equipped!"

"As for their organizational form, they are based on small-scale tribal armies, and then gather into large legions with teams of sixty or eighty people. . Tribal warriors with the same family crest often died together. Warriors with different family crests fled on the way of retreat and died separately... It can be seen that warriors from the same Zapotec tribe have strong cohesion and fighting will. In a battle of less than 100 people, they can be as powerful as the city-state warriors of the alliance. Once they gather into the form of the Hikipili Army and fight a large-scale battle, they are prone to fighting on their own and collapsing all at once..."

"The Lord God is witnessing! The Zapotec tribes have developed in the Oaxaca Valley for hundreds and thousands of years, but they are still in this loose tribal coalition state. They should not have faced cold waves, nor have they encountered the impact pressure of the northern dog descendants gathering together on a large scale and moving south from the wilderness. And in daily tribal struggles, a scale of about 100 people is indeed enough..."

Xuluot's eyes flashed, and he gradually combined the Zapotec tribes in the intelligence with the corpses on the ground to judge their true combat power. There is no doubt that this is the instinct of a "battlefield veteran" and a "great military strategist". But soon, he burst out laughing and shook his head in self-mockery. Obviously, in this grand southern expedition to annex the land of thousands of miles in the clouds, Avit would not give him another chance to lead troops. If nothing unexpected happened, his military analysis of the Zapotecs would be useless...

"Go forward! We have to walk faster to get to the alliance camp in the middle of the valley before sunset! Rest for another night and prepare for the ceremony tomorrow morning!..."

"Yes! Respected priest elder!..."

The war priests all agreed. They followed Shulot's steps, stepped on the dark red soil and flowers, and ran deep into the mountain road. And they always called Shulot "priest elder", and few people would call him "prophet".

After all, the nobles and warriors did not know the religious weight of the word "prophet", and they did not need to be responsible to the high priest group of the lake capital. But the middle-level priests of the alliance knew it very well. Once they shouted the word "prophet", it was an unmistakable statement that they had completely taken sides in the secret struggle for the alliance's divine power...

"Your Highness the Prophet! Look! This is the mountain camp we captured, the place that completely cut off the retreat of the Zapotec army! Yes, on that red hillside, it is the wooden camp full of gaps, the 'Snake Waist Camp'!..."

When the sun set over the valley in the west, a blood-like glow fell from the brown mountains and filled the red valley road. The group finally arrived at the end of the trip, the "Snake Yao Village" in the middle of dozens of miles of mountain roads. Looking at the familiar battlefield, the commander of the royal army, Kua Kehu, grinned innocently again, and the simple and proud joy was like eating a ripe tomato in one bite, almost overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Praise the Lord God! For this 'double-teaming', the God King has already arranged two mountain ambush troops in advance, each with about 500 people. They are all elites drawn from each legion. They first set up an ambush in the Mixtec Mountains After crouching for two days, they waited until the opponent's legion passed through the valley, then suddenly emerged from the mountains, attacked and captured the camp in the middle of the valley, and then completely cut off the Zapotec legion's return route..."

"The God King is wise and brave! Unfortunately, the Zapotecs retreated too fast. As soon as the forwards were ambushed and defeated, the rear troops retreated without hesitation, much faster than when they advanced to support... Two groups of 500 people in the mountains The ambush troops had just captured the 'Snake Yao Village' where hundreds of Zapotec militiamen were stationed, and they encountered thousands of retreating enemy warriors..."

"Damn it! The first half-battalion of ambush troops were drawn from several city-state legions. They blocked it for two quarters of an hour, but were routed by the Zapotec rear army. Not only did they suffer losses Half of them allowed more than a thousand Zapotec troops to escape... Fortunately, the second ambush arrived in time! Half the battalion of ambush soldiers were from the God King's cut-haired guards. They fought hard and refused to retreat. They finally closed the gap and left a total of five thousand Zapotec troops in the valley! , the main force of the alliance came from behind and completely annihilated these five thousand Zapotec warriors!"

"God bless you! This ferocious ambush was like the fatal bite of a jaguar, biting off the Zapotec people's necks! They broke an entire legion before and after! All the warriors of a legion died here. ! And the Zapotec people are full of calculations. Oaxaca plus the coastal tribes, that is, three warrior legions... Haha! This battle was planned by the prophet and the god king planned to kill the descendants of Zapotec with one blow. , beat him to the ground!…"

"Praise the Lord God! In this battle, the warriors of the Royal Legion fought well! The Lord God will definitely bless you, and the Alliance will also give you generous rewards!"

Shulot looked calm, smiled, and listened quietly. He knew that this was Kua Kehu's demonstration of merit, and he indeed felt joy from the bottom of his heart for the alliance's victory. But soon, he frowned, looked at the legion commander Kua Kehu, and asked in a deep voice.

"Kuakohu! Did you just say that this battle was a 'complete annihilation'? Didn't the alliance's legions capture any prisoners for sacrifice?..."

"Uh!...Your Majesty...Your Highness the Prophet! It's...no prisoners were taken in this battle. The food, the orders, the revenge...as long as you pass this bend and climb the hillside, you can see the Zapotec people." Corpse!…"

"Oh! So that's it..."

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Shulot nodded slightly, without showing it on his face, but his feet suddenly sped up a lot. And when he climbed up the red hillside and looked at the red and white at the foot of the mountain, he realized that this mission was not a "sacrifice to the Lord God", but a "funeral to the sacrifice"!

Thousands of Zapotec warriors and militiamen were seen turning into layers of corpses in a surrounding semicircular recess at the foot of the mountain in front of the camp. The dark red color gathered into small pools, and was like thick glue, connecting the corpses of those killed in battle into a "crocodile monster" full of teeth and heads, like a chaotic "Sipactree". A full five thousand Zapotec warriors died in this desperate valley, and their cries were carved into the soil, just like their blood and their outstretched fingers!

"O Lord God! Five thousand Zapotec warriors and militiamen, plus two thousand warriors who died in the ambush, and one thousand along the way...an entire elite Zapotec legion, all died in this ambush. Under siege!…"

The setting sun was setting, and the bloody setting sun reflected the last bloody light on the figure on the red hillside. Shulot lowered his head slightly, looked at his elongated shadow, stared at it silently for a long time, and then whispered to himself.

"This ambush brought an end to the centuries-old alliance between the Mixtecs and the Zapotecs. Their ancient alliance has since turned into a blood feud of betrayal..."

"A full third of the warriors from various tribes were lost here. Coupled with the entanglement and fighting in the previous two years, the backbone of the Zapotec people was completely broken..."

"And from Oaxaca to the seaside, the Zapotec tribes are so weak...the alliance army is marching south, and the complete conquest of the God King is unstoppable and imminent!..."