Chapter 497 Killing, Capturing and Trading

"Ah this?!."

Seeing the anger of His Majesty, the python Moyahualuo trembled all over. He made a "pop" sound, fell to his knees on the ground, and explained again and again in panic.

"Witness the Lord God! Your Highness, the Pan Python Legion fought day and night and suffered three thousand militia casualties before annihilating ten thousand Tlaxcala warriors. None of these Tlaxcalan warriors are good, they are all from Mexico. Enemies of the Alliance! They have been fighting against us for decades, and they have an unsolvable blood feud!"

"Faced with such an old enemy, according to the alliance's decision, the men should be slaughtered, and anyone with a higher spear than a spear should be killed! Then, the women should be left to give birth, and the children should be sent to community military schools to be raised, and the breeding should be completely changed!" Only in this way will this truly become the land of our Mexicans!”

"Yes, Captain Pan Mang is right! Your Highness, this is the Divine War of Eastern Expedition! It is the Eastern Expedition of the Alliance announced by the Supreme King, and it is the Divine War of Destruction of the Nation announced by the Immortal Sun and the Noble High Priest!"

Huashu Huochikua's fat face twitched and he also knelt down. He paid attention to His Highness's expression and spoke cautiously, his words still filled with murderous intent.

"The people of Tlaxcala are rebellious, and all the people are soldiers. The strong men of the tribe are all skilled in bows and arrows, and they are protected by mountains and forests! After the army goes north, the grain road will pass through this basin. What if we don't kill them all? Can we ensure the safety of the food channel? If the enemy attacks, how many troops will we have to contain? In order to win the battle, we have to do this!

"Exactly! Your Highness, please calm down."

Yuyan Mihoti looked at the situation in the tent and slowly knelt down on one knee, still straightening his back. The Yuyan Legion comes from the southwestern state of Lazico, which is the furthest away from the Tlaxcala people, and their hatred is not deep. The samurai didn't bother to attack and kill civilians as a reward for their military exploits, so they gained the least. Mihoti felt no guilt, but wanted to advance and retreat together with the other two city-state leaders, so he gave the admonishment.

"Your Highness, how can you be soft-hearted in the face of the evil Tlaxcalans, your old enemies in the God War? If they had the chance to kill us Mexicans, they would be just as ruthless!"

". Fighting for land, killing people and filling the fields. Killing cities and destroying countries at every turn is the Warring States Period."

After hearing the excuses of the three legion commanders, Shulot lowered his eyes. Many memories from the past came to mind, and some were beginning to blur. And the softness he once had was now far away and hard to touch.

Central America covers only a million square kilometers, but has a population of at least more than 10 million. Compared with the more than 20 million people in the Warring States Period of the Celestial Dynasty, the population of the country was more crowded, and various tribes were fighting constantly, and even the cruel tradition of human sacrifice was born.

The Eastern Expedition was a battle to destroy the country, and the enemy was the Tlaxcala people. When the armies of various states take action, they will never show any mercy, and the Northern Route Army's conquest will only become more brutal. In fact, the people of Tlaxcala would show no mercy if given the chance. Later, they followed the Spaniards and captured the capital city in the lake and the Texcoco Lake area. They killed them for several months and almost killed all the Mexican men in the lake area. The brutality of the massacre at that time shocked even the usually cruel conquerors.

"call!."

After thinking for a long time, Shulote sighed quietly. His face returned to calm, he looked at the three legion commanders kneeling in a row, and asked in a deep voice.

"The heads you have captured are all men?"

"Yes! Your Highness."

The three of them looked at each other and answered affirmatively. The captured young and strong women were able to weave, work, and bear children, and were usually regarded as part of the wealth. It is not far from the southern states, and captured women can be brought back to the states as rewards for the warriors. Only men of appropriate age who have the ability to take up arms and fight will be completely erased.

"Get up, all of you!"

Shulot's expression remained unchanged, he didn't criticize anything anymore, he just shook his head slightly. Then, with a calm expression, he told the three captains information that they didn't know.

"According to the estimates of the High Priests, there are 400,000 Tlaxcalans in the state of Tepeyacac. Among them, there are less than 100,000 people in the city of Tepeyacac ​​in the east, that is, the mountain top city. There are more than 300,000 people in this fertile basin of 200 miles."

The Nahua spelling of Tepeyacac ​​is Tepeyacac. Among them, Tepe is the abbreviation of tepetl "mountain", and yacac ​​is the variation of yacatl "mountain top or nose tip". The two together are the "top of the mountain". Therefore, the city of Tepeyakak in Tepeyakak State is the mountaintop city in the mountain state. From the name, you can tell that the terrain here is a basin with towering mountains on both sides.

"The more than 300,000 Tlaxcala people, calculated based on ten people and three men, are only more than 90,000 strong men, of whom there are only more than 10,000 warriors. The Southern Route Army came all the way, and counting your gains, they have been killed. Of the 40,000 to 50,000 men, more than 20,000 were captured! And counting the unrecorded raids and plunders, and excluding those who died of starvation and fled into the mountains, there were only 10,000 of the Tlaxcala tribe left in this area at most! Only a strong young man, more than a hundred thousand women, children, old people and weak people."

Speaking of this, Shulot took a deep look at the three legion commanders. Wherever the army passed, there was blood along the way. After the attack in March, the "mountain state" of 400,000 people was left with only half of the population at most, and only 80% of the population was strong. But this year the war has made it difficult to farm. Next year during the spring famine, tens of thousands more will die.

Numerous thoughts flashed past. Shulot clenched the scepter in his hand and commanded calmly.

"The army is crossing the border, and the killings are fierce. The remaining Tlaxcala tribe is no longer a concern. Go back and tell the city-state legions under your command not to kill anymore!"

"Ah? Your Highness, these bad guys from Tlaxcala."

Panmang Moyahualo wanted to say more, but Huashu Huochiku narrowed his eyes and quietly pulled him. Panmang was still too straightforward. Why did he confront the noble Highness in person? When the legions of each state dispersed and suppressed the local areas separately, what to do specifically at that time would still depend on the opinions of the several leaders.

Yuyan Mihoti bowed his head slightly and said no more. The three leaders of the city-states stood up, bowed their heads to Your Highness, and all remained silent. The tent was silent for a while.

Xiuluot looked at Panmang Moyahualo with a gloomy face. His eyes were like substance, as if he wanted to see through him completely.

Panmang Legion came from Huaxtepec State, that is, Oaxtepec. The meaning of this word is "on the high mountain", so it can be referred to as the high mountain state.

The "high mountain state" of Huaxtepec of the Mexica people and the "mountain top state" of Tepeyacac ​​of the Tlaxcala people directly share the same mountain range and are closely connected. The fighting between the two states lasted for nearly half a century, and one can imagine the depth of hatred.

"The Kingdom of the Lake was established not long ago. The warriors have land, but lack serfs and concubines. The Tlaxcalans speak a language similar to ours, and are a good supplement."

Xuluot pondered for a moment, and his tone became gentle.

"Let's do this! The Eastern Expedition will continue for a long time. The warriors of the legions of each state, if they have captured Tlaxcalan prisoners, can come to the logistics camp and trade with the Kingdom of the Lake. And for an adult Tlaxcalan strongman, the kingdom is willing to exchange a quachtli, no limit to the number!"

"Your Highness, are you serious?! An adult can be exchanged for a quachtli? No limit to the number?!"

Hua Shu Hochikua's fat face trembled, his voice trembled slightly, and he was completely unbelievable.

Quachtli, quachtli, is a cotton cloth size commonly used in the alliance, roughly similar to a piece of cloth in the Celestial Empire. The price of a quahtli, depending on the quality, ranges from 65 to 300 cocoa beans, with an average of 200 cocoa beans. The purchasing power of cocoa beans is about 3 cocoa beans for a turkey egg or a tortilla. Ordinary civilian warriors only eat two meals a day, two tortillas per meal. As for the price of a pound of gold sand, it is less than 400 cocoa beans, usually not more than two pieces of cloth.

And an adult can be exchanged for a quahtli, which is equivalent to half a pound of gold sand!

Even in the lake capital, where the price of slaves is the highest, an adult female slave who can serve can only be exchanged for two or three pieces of cloth, and the demand is very limited. Whenever a war begins, a large number of captives pour into the capital, and the price of slaves will plummet, even lower than the price of a quahtli. If they cannot be sold, the slave owner will also be responsible for the daily meals of the slaves. Otherwise, if they starve to death, they will not be able to recover any capital, and may even lose money.

Now the army is marching eastward, and the Tlaxcalans are everywhere. The city-state warriors only need to spend two days to capture the enemy's prisoners and send them to the central army camp, and they will get real money! There is almost no risk in this, and there is no need to pay for food, only a lot of benefits. For the leaders of each state, being able to sell prisoners at this price is simply a great profit!

Hearing such a promise, Panmang Moyahualo also opened his eyes wide and looked at the generous prince. His eyes flashed, and greed surged in his heart.

"If we can make money by selling prisoners, the hatred between the city-state and the Tlaxcala people can be put aside for the time being. Anyway, the Tlaxcala people went to the Kingdom of the Lake to be slaves, and there is no chance to be enemies with the city-state again. And the city-state has been too hard over the years"

"Well! With such a sucker, we can recruit thousands of militiamen from the state to capture prisoners and sell them for money."