Chapter 384 Gulamo in Action
The night was deep, 120 miles south of Aoto City, where the Jingji Army camped.
Gulamo, the leader of the Purple Grass Clan, dressed in black, climbed the nearest hill with a dozen guards. He looked solemn, staring at the military camp in the distance, where a little bonfire flickered. There were teams of patrolling warriors outside the military camp, so the group did not dare to get too close, but just walked around the mountains from a distance.
Gulamo looked at the military camp of thousands of people, which was a force that the southern nobles could not resist. Then, he turned around and looked to the north, where darkness shrouded the mountains, and a stronger evil was approaching from there, with the roar of volcanic demons.
"Swish~~"
Gulamo took a deep breath, and a trembling excitement surged all over his body, like a gambler who threw the dice.
At this time, Medina's assassination should have had results. Her nails were painted with the poison of jungle poison frogs. As long as she scratched the king's skin and stained it with blood, she could take away the extremely powerful king.
"The deadly lancehead viper only needs one bite to take away the jaguar's strong life. Even the weak can seize the weakness of the strong and have a chance to turn the tables and win. May the moon goddess Haratana bless me, and I will offer a human sacrifice to her!"
Gulamo lowered his head, prayed for a moment, and sought the blessing of the moon.
From the moment he saw the change of the feudal order, he had the intention to kill. And Medina told him that the king was unwilling to make any compromises, so he made up his mind to assassinate! No matter how serious the consequences of the assassination were, it was worth taking the risk!
Because he saw clearly that the new kingdom was in the ascendant and it was completely dependent on the king. The Mexica Legion, the Purpecha Long Spear Legion, the Tarasco surrendered army, the Barbarian Legion. So many different forces can be united as one, all thanks to the king's prestige and charm. As long as the king died, the kingdom would be torn apart in an instant, and even if the Mexica sent another prince, it would be useless. It would be difficult for the forces of all parties to balance again, and they would inevitably fight each other. At that time, the Prepecha generals he had contacted before would make the choice he wanted.
Thinking of this, Guramo pressed his chest, where several key secret letters were hidden. Two of them corresponded to the Jingji Corps in front of him.
"Patriarch."
A guard came forward and whispered back.
"Should we rest here?"
After traveling 120 miles a day, everyone was very tired. Guramo glanced at the guards, then looked at everyone, and nodded slightly.
"Rest for an hour and continue on the road. It's still a hundred miles from Kuramo City. We must rush back to the fiefdom before noon tomorrow!"
Whether the assassination is successful or not, Guramo will face the wrath of the Guards. And the only place that can resist the terrible bronze beasts of the Guards is the stone-walled Kuramo City.
The group found a valley and carefully rested for an hour. Before leaving, they ran into trouble. In the team, two dancers and musicians had sore legs after resting and couldn't walk anymore.
Gulamo glanced at them coldly. These were his favorite dancers and musicians, specially prepared for Medina's dance, although they were not used.
"Kill them."
"The head of the family?"
"Kill them. Cut off their heads and throw them down the mountain."
"Yes."
The guards took out their daggers, and soon there were two screams. Then, the body was split into two, making it difficult to identify.
"Keep going!"
Soon, the group continued along the mountain road, moving forward in the night. After walking forty miles, the manor of the Crow family was already in sight. This is the fief of the old crow Sitley, and it is also the last noble fief on the way to the city of Kulamo. The Crow family has hundreds of private warriors and thousands of militiamen. It is the only force that can buy time for the Purple Grass family at this moment.
When the sky was about to brighten, Gulamo ordered the team to stop. He pondered for a moment and called two dead men.
"Sage."
"Master."
"You stay near the manor. When we get there, go to Crow Manor. The old crow must not be back yet. Tell his eldest son, Little Crow, that the king of the north has been assassinated by us! The southern nobles and General Purepecha of the royal army have agreed to raise troops together to restore the Kingdom of Tarasco!"
"Yes, Master."
Sage knelt down and saluted.
Guramo thought for a moment and took out a secret letter from his arms. This is a communication with Ezpan, the commander of the Second Pike Corps, with the least content and the least important.
"Take it. If Little Crow doesn't believe it, shake this letter in front of him. He probably can't recognize all the Mexica characters, but only the seals."
"Yes, Master."
Guramo nodded and looked at another dead soldier.
"Allspice."
"Master."
"Go to the northern mountain road. If the Kingdom's Jingji Corps comes, report it. Say that the Crow Family intends to rebel!"
"Yes, Master."
Gulamo said, reaching for the other two key secret letters, hesitated for a while, and then took his hand back. The time is not right, and he still has hope for the assassination of Medina. Then he can't expose the generals who are really likely to respond after the king's death.
"Keep going!"
After leaving the two behind, Gulamo set out on his way home again. He has excellent physical strength and moves agilely and swiftly, even better than the senior warriors beside him.
The rising sun sprinkled on the fields in the south, and the water vapor of Lake Atoyak was dispersed in the wind. When the morning sun rose into the sky, they finally arrived at the city of Kuramo.
Gulamo didn't take time to rest. He issued an order again.
"Cranberry, Tudinggui."
"Master."
"Go to the city of Kuramo and contact the militia that has been prepared for a long time."
"Yes, Master."
There are one thousand Mexica warriors and nearly two thousand militiamen in the city of Kuramo. Although these militiamen were dismissed by the Mexica, they are still in the hands of the Zicao family. The Zicao family has been in Kuramo for generations and has been operating for more than two hundred years. Its tentacles have long been in every aspect. The family's potential influence is huge, and once it leaves the southern fiefdom, all this will come to nothing.
Gulamo looked around again, looking at the remaining few dead men. He thought for a moment and chose a cowardly assassin.
"Fengxiang."
"Master."
"Take these three secret letters."
Gulamo fumbled in his arms and handed the other three unimportant letters to Fengxiang except for the two key letters.
"Go to the Mexica leader in Curamo City, Etalik, and report that a surrendered general of Purpecha is preparing to rebel. Try to get close to him!"
"Yes, master."
"Do you still have frog poison?"
"Yes."
"Remember, don't use a dagger, it's too easy to be discovered. Use your fingernails!"
"Yes, master."
Gulamo nodded. He glanced at the dead soldiers indifferently. These people are the essence he has cultivated for more than ten years. In this era of endless war, the Purple Grass Family was able to dominate the south for generations, of course not by singing and dancing, but by assassins and poisons!
However, in the face of the surging trend and thousands of warriors, the power of the assassins is so weak.
Gulamo sighed for the first time. He turned around and said to the rest of the people.
"Let's go! Return to the manor and mobilize the family warriors. The survival of the Purple Grass Family depends on this!"
Everyone set foot on the last road. Gulamo pursed his lips and looked to the east silently. If the army fails, he still has one last way out.
The sun rises into the sky, and the bright sunlight flickers on Lake Atoyak. And the shadow of the purple grass rag tree is in the sunlight, nowhere to hide.
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