Chapter 512 Dance with the Generals

There was a feast in the tent, and the bamboo flute was played. The fire shines in the eyes, and the fragrance spreads on the tip of the nose. When the generals were full and half-drinking, it was time for dancing and singing.

According to the tradition of the alliance, after a great victory, the warriors would dance war dances, sing poems, and pray for the distinguished tribal leaders. Well, this custom is probably like the aristocrats of the Shang Dynasty who held soldiers and danced the big bow dance to worship the soup. Or it might be like the emperor of the Liao Dynasty who held a fish feast during his spring hunt and asked the female chiefs of various ministries to perform dances.

"Xiusoke, Stanley is not here, the generals in the tent should be led by you, let's start with you!"

Avitt looked around at the generals, smiled faintly, and first called the deputy leader of the Eagle Nobles Chapter, his in-law Shusoke. Shusoke nodded respectfully and stood up. He has a stout figure, a double chin, and a simple and honest smile. He does not look like a warrior at all. In fact, during this Northern Expedition, Shusok did not have military power, but was in charge of the army's logistics and the transportation of food and materials.

“.I fought in the south of the city, and I died in the north of the city!

The body was exposed in the wild, attracting crows to eat it.

I smiled to the crows and said, "Please mourn for the warriors!"

Dumb, dumb, dumb!

Die in the wild, no need for burial,

If you die for God, your soul will go to the Kingdom of God.

And our bodies will be freely given to you!

Dumb, dumb, dumb! "

Shusok raised his head slightly and looked to the west of his hometown. He spread his arms like a dancing crow, singing desolate and sad poems, and also emitted the crow of death, just like a poet.

This intertwining intention of death and generosity is most respected by the warriors of the Alliance. After hearing this, all the generals were a little moved. It seems that although the deputy commander of the Eagle Chapter is not good at fighting, he is an excellent poet.

Avitt was a little surprised. He nodded, appreciation on his face.

"Xiusoke, what is the name of this poem?"

"Well, this poem is called "Battle City South". I saw the warriors attacking the Quetzalcoatl City, and corpses were raining down, and they were not even drowned, so I felt something in my heart and composed it yesterday!"

Shusok answered calmly without blushing or heartbeat. This confident and cheeky look is indeed a bit authentic to the poet.

"Well, not bad, not bad! Come and drink this cup!"

Avitt raised his glass and drank it down with his in-laws.

"Respect the fallen warriors!"

"Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the warriors!"

All the generals raised their glasses together and drank heavily, and the atmosphere became lively.

Shusoke finished his drink, lowered his head and bowed, then returned to the table with a bloated stomach. He looked melancholy, sighed slightly, and pondered in his heart.

"Hey. It's hard for me to establish myself as a warrior in the capital, so I have to do my best and become an outstanding poet. Well, the poems my son wrote when he was a child are all neatly collected, and there are still many that can be used."

"Casar, next, it's your turn!"

Avitt sat cross-legged and looked at the deputy marshal of the Northern Route Army, Commander Casal, with a smile. In terms of the qualifications of the generals in the account, Cassar was actually the most profound. Unfortunately, he had been with the wrong king before and did not have a good son, so he wasted a long time.

"Yes, High King!"

Kasar stood up respectfully and bowed to the king first. Then, he squatted down for a moment, used his hands and feet to dance an ancient warrior war dance, and sang an ancient sacrificial poem.

".The holy Lord God shines upon the Goddess,

Those who stand high will go their own way.

This road is full of fights and battles!

The supreme king sits high on the throne of God,

Waving its frozen wings in the clouds,

Let the flames fall from the heights of the sky!

He will make war, He will conquer peoples,

He brings down fire upon the earth, and rages in the dusty places!

Fire and thunder, war and death,

He is the descendant of the sun incarnate, the sacred King of Mexica!

"

After hearing Casal's poetry, the expressions on the faces of the generals became subtle. This inherited poem was originally a hymn to the god of war and warriors, but now it has been modified to become a hymn to the king.

"Ha ha!"

Avitt laughed heartily. He looked at Casal dancing vigorously and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, Casal, you are interested! Come and have a drink with me!"

"Thank you King for the wine!"

Kasar knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply. Then, he took the drink and drank it carefully without letting any of the wine leak out. After the defeat of the previous king Tisoke, he was imprisoned in his home and lost all military power. He stayed there for six full years! It was not until this expedition that he finally gained the trust of King Avit and was able to recover.

The experiences of these six years were enough to smooth out all the edges and corners, turning a proud and arrogant divine commander into a cautious king's eagle dog.

"Well, 'Hua Diao' Chilto and 'Death Dog' Chichi Mickey! Come, let's dance for me together!"

Upon hearing the call, the young and strong "Hua Diao" and "Dead Dog" stood up at the same time, clenched their fists on their chests, and saluted the king. In the Nahua language, chiltototl means "colored bird of prey"; chichimicqui means "hound of death," well, dead dog.

Both of them are royal warriors who have been promoted over the years. They each command a royal regiment of 8,000 people. They are the true "eagle dogs" of the king! Although they all came from minor nobles, in terms of loyalty to the king, they were definitely the highest among the generals in the big account.

"Supreme King, we are willing to die for you! Roar!"

"Huadiao" and "Death Dog" roared together, then rolled up their battle clothes, revealing their thick and powerful arms. Then, the two of them fought fiercely with each other and danced a rapid war dance.

".Bright red flowers bloom on the battlefield.

Sacrificial flowers bloom on the battlefield,

The flowers of the bonfire bloom on the battlefield!

Our only flower,

It’s the blooming flower of war,

Bloom in death and burn everything in the world!

"

The passionate singing of the warriors, accompanied by heavy footsteps, echoed in the tent. Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement as they watched the fierce war dance and listened to the heroic and heroic singing.

".O Nava gods!"

Seeing the continuous war dances in the tent and listening to the poems praising war and death, the priest leader Petel lowered his head slightly and quietly clenched his sleeves.

"These savage and aggressive Aztecs who came from the wilderness! Alas! Chichimec, Toltec. The barbarians outside the city eventually overwhelmed the civilized people inside the city."

The original meaning of "Chichimec" is the barbaric group wandering outside the city. The "Toltecs" are the civilized and civilized ethnic groups in the city. As for "Aztec", it is naturally also a contemptuous name for the tribes of the wilderness, "barbarians from Aztlan".

"Good! Very good!"

Avitt looked happy, watching the dance of his warriors, enjoying the power in his hands! He watched for a long time, until both generals were panting and covered in sweat, then he laughed and praised.

"Come, my brave eagle dogs, have a drink with me and enjoy this moment!"

"Yes, High King!"

"Huadiao" and "Dead Dog" stopped their war dance, knelt down respectfully, and paid homage. Then, they took the wine from the king himself and drank it in one gulp, even their clothes got wet.

"Okay! Okay! Drink again!"

Avitt cheered twice and handed the two generals another drink before asking them to leave. Then, without changing his smile, he looked at the four glorious nobles, the commanders of the city-state army.

"'Sourwood' Yotico, 'Reed' Sintel, 'Group Gold' Pacho, and 'Mountain' Izel. Among the four of you, who comes first?"