Chapter 495 Military Discussion

Red spread under the city wall, like the darkest dye. The heads hung on the city gate, turning into the most vivid death.

"In the eyes of the Mexica people, the descendants of the gods with noble blood are just sacrifices to the god of war. So, will the priests of the sacred city be different?"

The elder priest of the Vizier closed his mouth and stood up with a gloomy expression. He didn't say a word, and the rest of the journey was full of silence.

The crowd walked under the heads of the descendants of the gods of Tlaxcala and came to the outside of the city. The vision in front of them suddenly opened up, the mountains were undulating in the distance, and the fields were full of green grass. And near the city wall, the battlefield was being cleaned up. Traces of tragedy can be seen everywhere, but the vitality of spring is nurtured in the busyness.

Under the supervision of four or five hundred Mexica warriors, thousands of Tlaxcala militiamen lowered their heads and were busy outside the city. They dug several huge earth pits and threw the stripped bodies of the warriors into the pits one by one. It was late spring, and the bodies would decay quickly. They had to be buried as soon as possible.

Weizier stood beside the pit, stopped, and watched silently for a while. The dense death came into his eyes and was deeply engraved in his mind, making his back cold.

There were probably at least three or four thousand bodies in this pit alone! What was even more shocking was that among these bodies, there were not only lowly moth people, but also strong warriors and descendants of gods with snake patterns!

"Humble moth people, ordinary warriors, and noble descendants of gods were all stripped naked, thrown into a deep pit, and buried together."

Weizier trembled in his heart, his face was pale, and he stood for a long time without taking a step.

"Ha! This cowardly tribal priest was frightened by the pile of corpses!"

"Huh? That Cholula tribe actually allowed such a cowardly person to serve as the priest of the tribe?"

"It seems to be a weak tribe! But I heard that it is extremely wealthy, with countless spices, gold, silver, jade and thousands of fertile women!"

"Ah! Is this tribe here to surrender? If not, let's go and rob it!"

The whispers of the dog descendants kept coming. They looked at Vizier with obvious disdain.

Vizier pursed his lips and did not respond. Although he had never been on the battlefield, he had also sacrificed hundreds of sacrifices and was accustomed to the death of life. The real reason for his fear was not these thousands of stripped corpses, but the way these corpses were handled, and the attitude of the Mexica people towards the noble races of the descendants of God!

"Noble and humble, noble and lowly, in this barbaric war, there is no difference, they are all buried together. Nahua gods!"

Vizier closed his eyes and prayed silently. He vaguely felt the changes in the war, which became more cruel, more rude, and more destructive. The traditions and order that the holy city of Cholula had maintained for hundreds of years were being completely disintegrated and buried in the ground.

"The era of subversion is accelerating, like the falling stars in the sky. Is this the fifth era that the Mexica people are talking about? The rewriting of the noble and the humble, the integration of all peoples."

The priest elder of the holy city had no answer. He just felt that Chief Petel should see these with his own eyes. The Mexica people have undergone tremendous changes, from beliefs, ideas to wars, they are no longer the same as they were ten years ago

"Priest Elder Weizier, we should go!"

The Mexica captain waited for a while and reminded him.

"Well. Good."

Weizier nodded, and finally took a look at the piles of cotton armor, leather hats and obsidian weapons next to the big pit.

These equipments were tattered and incomplete, and they were all taken from the dead Tlaxcala warriors. In this era, it is impossible to abandon these supplies and bury them with the bodies. What will happen to the busy Tlaxcala militia after they are used to seeing the death of the warrior nobles?

"Let's go!"

Wizil didn't want to think too much. He turned around and followed the footsteps of the Mexica captain to the southern legion camp. For him, the most important matter now is how to preserve the status of the holy city of Cholula and convince the Mexica "God of Death" His Highness!

The breeze blew along the mountains and came to the vast camp. It blew over the outer fence, passed the open-air grass bed, brushed over the extinguished campfire, and finally came to the solemn tent. Outside the tent, there were dozens of armored guards guarding, always vigilant.

A young guard hurried over and was allowed to enter after checking the jade talisman outside the tent door. He opened the tent door, walked in carefully, glanced at the legion commanders, and then reported to His Highness at the head in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, the Holy City of Cholula has sent an envoy, the Vizier priest elder!"

"Oh? The elder of the Holy City?"

Xuluot looked serious and frowned slightly.

"I am holding a military meeting and will not see him today. Let him wait in the camp and rest patiently for two days!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The young guard nodded respectfully and was about to leave.

"By the way, send two more warriors to take him around the camp and see the Royal Guards!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Xuluot smiled and his eyes moved slightly. He has been very busy these two days and really doesn't want to see the envoy from the Holy City. He still has some plans for the Holy City, and he needs to put pressure on it step by step. Soon, the king put the envoy's matter aside and looked at the people in the big tent again.

"In the past few days, the remaining enemies in Shuigu City have been cleared, and the surrounding tribes have been almost cleared. The losses of your legion should also be counted, right? Black Wolf, you speak first!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Black Wolf Toltec raised his head, glanced at the leaders of several city-state legions, and answered confidently.

"Since the December Eastern Expedition, the Guajili Legion has been ahead in every battle and defeated the enemy several times! The scout team attacked everywhere and controlled the intelligence of the Tlaxcalans! Even the solid Water Valley City was broken through from the south city under my command!"

Hearing the words of the Black Wolf, the three southern city-state legion leaders, "Feather Goose" Mihoti, "Flower Tree" Houchicua, and "Pan Python" Moyahualo, all showed embarrassment on their faces and didn't know how to speak.

The traditional territory of the Mexica Alliance is eleven states. If it is divided according to the distance from Lake Texcoco and the north and south, it can be divided into the four northern states, the four lake states, and the three southern states. Among them, the four lake states are now directly under the royal family.

As for the remaining seven states, although they have been affected by the centralized reform and gradually lost the autonomy of priest appointment, tribute payment and noble inheritance, they still maintain independent city-state legions. These city-state legions are composed of private soldiers of various nobles, and the legion leaders usually come from the most powerful honor families in the state.

"Feather Goose" Mihoti comes from the largest southwestern Lazico state among the three southern states. "Flower Tree" Hochiku comes from the wealthy south-eastern Sarco state. Well, as for "Panora" Moyahualo, he comes from the poor and broken Huatsepeque state at the border of the southeast of the alliance and the Tlaxcalans.

They responded to the king's call during the war and each led an 8,000-man regiment to participate in the war, but still maintained the specific command of their respective city-state legions. As for the performance of the Eastern Expedition over the past few months, it is really hard to describe.