Chapter 1533 Coyotes Accompany the Prophet, and the Dead Are Buried in the Earth!

June, Central America, 18 degrees north latitude. Mixtec Cloud Land, Mountain River City Valley.

Mixtec's Mountain River City Valley, more than 100 miles north and south, dozens of miles east and west, once gathered more than 100,000 mountain river tribes. This is one of the ancient origins, and it was once the most prosperous place among the tribes in the Mixtec Valley and even the entire Mixtec Cloud!

The broad Mixtec River (Río Mixteco) runs from north to south, across the entire valley, providing the most precious irrigation water source, and also nourishing hundreds of thousands of acres of farmland here. The narrow Salado River (Río Salado) gathers natural salt lakes in the mountains outside the valley, and has also become a precious "salt" production area. With water and salt, it is a natural good place, with fields and cities!

The sacred hill "Yucuudahui" is located in the mountains on the east side of the valley. Under the hill is the ruins of an ancient city-state buried in mud. That was the "Hill City" that was built more than a thousand years ago when the Mixtec tribes first emerged. Now, on the hill, there is only the solemn "Altar of the Gods" and the military alert fortress lookout.

"Wow! Wow!..."

The flag of the Mexica Alliance fluttered far away on the "Sacred Hill". The camp of the God King is located here, overlooking the entire valley of Shanhe City. Shanhe City, more than ten miles away, still hangs the last Mixtec flag. But the flag is crooked and has long been shaky. The continuous camps of the Mexica Legion are all over the hills, strangling the valley entrance to Yunshan City in the east. If you look from Shanhe City, the military camps and flags on the eastern hills are like sacrificial obsidian daggers, pressing against the last throat of the Mixtec people!

"Lord God bless you! Where was the battlefield the night before?"

"Respected prophet of divine revelation, the battlefield is more than 20 miles southwest. The leader of the Mixtec 'rebels', Chief Yunchen, a descendant of the Mixtec gods, led thousands of elite warriors and rushed out of the city overnight, desperately breaking out of the valley entrance in the south... The Western Army camp was in chaos for a while, and thousands of recruited militiamen were defeated..."

"But Prince Montezuma Socoyotsin, and a group of honorable nobles of the royal family and the city-state, led the personal soldiers to fight to the death and did not let Chief Yunchen break through... After a night and a day of fighting, the thousands of Mixtec warriors who broke through were almost wiped out. Chief Yunchen is missing, but he should have died in the battle... When I came, the warriors were searching for Yunchen's body to offer to the Supreme God King..."

"Lord God bless you! , bestowing such an important victory on the Western Route Army! During the three-sided siege of Shanhe City, the God King had already issued a generous decree: Warriors who captured Chief Yun Chen alive, regardless of whether they were from the Eastern, Central or Western Route Army, regardless of their civilian origins, would be directly promoted to the fourth level of warriors and the second level of nobles, and be canonized as hereditary nobles! ... And those who killed and obtained the head would be promoted to the first level of nobles, and granted a thousand acres of fiefdom... Allowed to enter the Broken Hair Guards, serve as the captain of the God King's guards, and be in charge of a team of two hundred people... As the most distinguished descendant of the Mixtec gods, Yun Chen's body must be found! "

"Yes! Yes! ... Praise the God King, and praise you! ..."

Led by the scouts of the Western Route Army, a group of respected priests and messengers, wearing tall feather crowns, walked down from the main camp of the king's tent on the hill under the escort of two hundred Broken Hair Guards.

The corn fields along the way were overgrown with weeds, and the villages of the local tribes were all reduced to ruins. The bones of the Mixtecs can be seen everywhere, like immortal embellishments in the wild grass. However, these bodies have only appeared for one or two years, at most three years. Broken obsidian war clubs, stone spears, bone arrows, stone arrows, and tattered leather armor are all entangled with human bones bitten by coyotes.

"After three years of southern expedition, the core mountain and river valley of the Mixtecs has been destroyed to this extent... More than 100,000 Mixtec mountain and river tribes are probably trapped in the mountain and river city, and only one-third are left at most..."

Xuluot wore solemn sacrificial clothes and did not ride in a sedan chair, but trudged on foot in the grass. Since he did not ride in a sedan chair, the other priests could only walk. Soon, five or six coyotes with red eyes followed the group from a distance, barking softly.

"Awoo...Awoo!..."

"...? Lord God bless you! Drive these coyotes away."

Xuluot frowned, glanced at the wolf pack behind him, and ordered the Broken-haired Guards in the team. The captain leading this team of guards looked familiar. Xuluot seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Ah? Yes! God of Death... His Highness the Prophet!..."

The archer Travito nodded in response, speaking in Mexica with an oriental accent that was difficult to conceal. He took the bow from his back, neatly put the bow on the arrow, squinted one eye, without any extra movements, and did not make any sound that attracted attention. And just a few breaths later, there was a dull bowstring sound, and the screams of the wounded coyotes dozens of steps away!

"Awoo! Awoo...Woo..."

"Swoosh! Swoosh!..."

The archer Travito's arrows never missed, and one arrow shot the leading coyote to the ground. The wolf was still struggling and howling, but two more bronze arrows shot out and pierced its neck directly! The rest of the coyotes fled in terror, leaving only the dying leader, bleeding uncontrollably, and soon died.

"Woo..."

"Hmm? Good archery! It's almost the same as mine, or even better..."

Seeing the archery skills of the captain of the guard, Xiuluot was quite surprised. The warriors of the alliance have always been good at throwing spears and war sticks, and there are not many who have this archery skill. Judging from the other party's appearance, he is not a dog-born person who is good at shooting, or a Tekos in the mountains, but exactly the same as the Mexica. And the other party has a strange accent...

"Lord God bless you! Are you a warrior from the tribes of Tlaxcala?..."

"Ah! Yes... yes... I am a warrior from the Tlaxcala tribe in the mountains..."

Seeing Xiuluot's scrutinizing eyes, the archer Travito suddenly looked a little nervous. He bowed his head respectfully, hesitantly answered, and even his knees softened. He knelt down hurriedly, holding the amulet of the Lord God around his neck and swore.

"The Lord God is witnessing! Your Highness, the guards of the God King recruited captives before... I passed the archery test... During the southern expedition against the Mixtec tribes, I was always fighting in the front, following Captain Turquoise to charge and take the lead, and captured more than a dozen heads... A few months ago, we fought desperately and cut off the retreat of the Zapotec army in the narrow mountain valley..."

"Haha, no need to salute! The alliance values ​​warriors the most! An outstanding and brave warrior like you, no matter what your background is, as long as you fight and serve the alliance, you will naturally have a future of being granted a title and land!..."

Xuluot smiled and stretched out his hand to help the archer Travito up. He probably had some guesses. With such skills, he didn't seem to be from a small tribe of Tlaxcala. He was probably an elite warrior who fled into the mountains, or even a "Cloud Snake Warrior" with a reputation for bravery. But since the other party was willing to serve the alliance and fight desperately everywhere, it meant that the alliance's assimilation policy was effective, giving the conquered Tlaxcala tribes a chance to fight and stand out.

"Archer, you are great! The hummingbird pattern engraved on your face is the Lord's pattern? Have we seen it somewhere before?"

"Ah... Your Highness the Prophet... I have seen it before..."

The archer Travito felt nervous and was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer. He once led 500 elite soldiers from the Tree Snake City to attack the Sourwood Legion of the Mexica at night, and witnessed the inexplicable death of the Sourwood Legion leader. Later, when the Alliance Army besieged the Tree Snake City, he also fought on the front line until the last moment when the city was broken, and then he fled with his wife of the God-descended family.

But later, in order to seek a background, he enlisted in the Alliance Legion and changed his appearance. He carved many scars and totems on his face, shaved his head, and became a completely different person, even unrecognizable to himself. This "living prophet" in front of him couldn't possibly know his past? Could it be a terrible and unreasonable "prophecy"? …

"Hmm?"

"Oh! Your Highness... I have met you before! In the lake capital... you attended the Spring Festival and got drunk... Turquoise and I helped you to the Palace of the God King..."

"Oh!..."

Xuluot suddenly realized and touched his nose awkwardly, remembering the old things at that time. He looked at the archer who was looking down and nervous, and the doubts he had just had disappeared instantly. He pondered for a while, smiled and took out a sandalwood amulet of the main god from his arms, with a sun hummingbird in front and Tai Chi Bagua in the back, and handed it to the "archer" from Tlaxcala.

"The main god bless you! I remember that you reminded me at that time to tidy up my appearance and be careful... This is the hummingbird Bagua amulet I carved by myself, I will give it to you!..."

"Ah? This? Your Highness..."

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"Don't refuse. The Broken Hair Guards are the personal army of the God King. With the God King's personal supervision, everything will naturally take precedence. But as a Tlaxcala warrior, if you return to your hometown of Tlaxcala and are treated unfairly in the future... you can take the amulet and go to the towering Cloud Snake City Temple to find the temple priest and the kingdom garrison there... With my amulet, the temple priest will definitely come forward to uphold justice for the Tlaxcala tribe!..."

The archer Travito hesitated for a few breaths, wondering whether to accept it. But when he heard the following words, he thought of his wife and son who were left in his hometown without shelter, and he immediately kowtowed in gratitude without hesitation.

"Yes! Thank you, Your Highness the Prophet, thank you!..."

"No need to thank me, no need to kneel, stand up! The alliance values ​​warriors the most!... The Tlaxcala tribes were originally the closest brother tribes among our Mexica tribes. However, our ancestors were enemies and had grudges against each other. The Flower War lasted for a hundred years, leaving behind many past grudges..."

"Now that the two sides have reunited, to eliminate the tribal hatred of several generations and become the same Jiao people, only "fairness" can do it!... Unfortunately, many old nobles of the alliance who migrated to the land of Tlaxcala could not let go of their ancestors' old grudges... They were too harsh on the Tlaxcala tribes in the new territory, and I have heard about it..."

Xuluot looked serious and explained carefully, telling the political concept of "all tribes have the same origin and return to Jiao people". It's just a pity that the idea of ​​"rebuilding the Jiao people" is recognized by the Purépecha tribes assimilated by the kingdom, the Canine tribes, the Tekos tribes, the vassal Otomi tribes and the Totonac tribes... The biggest resistance comes from the Mexica nobles in the alliance itself!

The new nobles who were promoted by military merit are better. They recognize and maintain the path of equal treatment and promotion by military merit. But the conservative old nobles of the alliance, even if they were driven out of the Lake Texcoco area by the centralized God King and enfeoffed to the newly conquered states and tribes, still strongly demanded to maintain the "privileges of the old Mexica nobles"!

They generally treated other tribes in the new territory as slaves and did not give them the opportunity to participate in the promotion. The hardest hit area of ​​tribal conflict was in the land of Tlaxcala, which was granted by the little prince Chimalpilli, and was imposed on the "traditional enemy" Tlaxcala tribes. And this "slavery policy" that intensified the conflict was undoubtedly the opposite of Shulot's "assimilation of the glue people". In the face of such local conflicts, the God King also did not express his position and tended to the Mexica nobles. After all, the slogan of "rebuilding the glue people" is just a slogan, but the foundation of the God King is the Mexica headquarters, so naturally "Mexica first"...

"Respected prophet of divine revelation! The battlefield of the battle the night before is just ahead!..."

"Oh?!..."

Until the sun set, everyone stopped. Shulot stopped preaching with a sense of unfulfilled desire and let go of the archer Travito who was wearing the "new amulet" and was in a trance. Then, Shulot stood on the hill, looking at the bloody battlefield after the fight, looking at the leather armor and war clubs that had been stripped and piled up, and looking at the thousands of Mixtec warrior bodies piled up in the newly dug corpse pits...

"The Lord God is a witness! How many Mixtec warrior bodies were sorted out in this battle? How many militiamen? How many prisoners were there in the camp?..."

"Dear prophet, about three or four thousand... Those who were able to break out at night should all be Mixtec warriors. There were not many militiamen among them, and there were not many prisoners left..."

"Oh! More than three thousand warrior bodies, not many prisoners?... The last elite of Shanhe City should all be here! The last Mixtec warriors..."

The evening wind blew slowly, and the strong smell of blood filled the sky. The wide-open eyes were covered with solidified blood plasma, and the severed tattoos symbolized the broken glory of the warriors. At this moment, when the sunset dyed the sky red, everything fell into the kingdom of the dead, like the blood red at the end of the era.

"The priest has ordered! Bury the bodies as soon as possible to avoid the outbreak of the epidemic!..."

Xuluot looked gloomy, watching the captured Mixtec civilians, following the instructions of the war priests, with a numb and desperate face, pouring handfuls of bloody red soil into the corpse pit. Gradually, the red soil covered the faces of the dead, and the last Mixtec warriors were completely buried underground!

"Lord God bless! So many Mixtec warriors who went to the Kingdom of God should be given a funeral... Well, let me preside over it myself tomorrow! The funeral of Mixtec warriors, the funeral of the Mixtec Alliance..."

The red sky enveloped the red earth. Shanhe City in the distance, although it still stood up. But everyone understood that the former Mixtec Alliance had completely perished at this moment, in the buried warriors and nobles' corpse pit~~

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