Chapter 564: Exploration of Domination of the Wasteland
The red sun hangs down over the Western Mountains, and dark clouds drift in from the east. Seeing it, another heavy rain is coming. August is the peak of the plateau's rainy season, with erratic rainstorms and few sunny days, making large-scale military operations difficult. August is also a busy farming season, with early-maturing pumpkins about to be harvested. In order to make a living for a year, members of various ministries had to be busy in the fields and found it difficult to participate in military mobilization.
Generally speaking, in the Central American world where various tribes are in chaos and fighting for years, August, which is as hot as fire, is a rare month of peace. At least, it has been like this for the past thousands of years.
"Naxiu, what day is today?"
Shulot sat cross-legged on the carpet of the stone hall. He drank a bowl of sweet pumpkin soup and nibbled on two soft tortillas. Then, he opened a newly boiled large fire egg, tasted the familiar and rare egg taste, exhaled with satisfaction, and felt a little emotional in his heart.
The warrior captain Bertard also sat next to the king, eating soup cakes, but there was no turkey egg.
Well, there is no doubt that in this era, turkey eggs were also a precious ingredient that only the nobles could enjoy. A hen turkey of the right age will only lay one or two eggs a week, even if there is plenty of food. Most of the turkey eggs are used for incubation to produce the same lack of meat.
The hens of the Old World were much more productive and could lay eggs every day, providing more protein output. The difference lies not only in the species itself, but also in the time of domestication.
"Your Highness, today is the Eight Rabbit Day of the Crocodile Month. The Mother Earth has given her blessing. This is an auspicious day for fertility!"
Naxiu swayed her graceful figure, brought two cups of hibiscus tea, and handed them to the two of them respectively. She licked her lips, stretched out her long green fingers, and quietly touched His Highness's palm. Then, with her charming eyes, she presented two early-ripening avocados.
".The original crocodile Tonacatecutli is the Lord of Nurture and the ancient god responsible for creation and fertility. In traditional mythology, the Crocodile Moon is the January that reborn from chaos and created order. And the three who create order The Creed is language, agriculture and family, while the Rabbit Day symbolizes self-sacrifice and transcendence in the service of something greater, as well as a time of peaceful reproduction.”
"Well"
The tip of Shulot's nose twitched, and his palms felt warm and soft. Then, a gust of fragrant wind came, with a whisper of temptation, right next to his ear.
"My supreme master, on this holy day, your shadow slave Naxiu is willing to sacrifice herself for you! Wow!"
"Well!"
Hearing the charming cry of the fox, Shulot felt warm all over. He quickly lowered his head and took a sip of the sweet and sour scented tea. After being on the war for several months, my body has been exposed for a long time, but I can't stand such teasing.
"Ahem! The crocodile month and the eight rabbit day in the ninth flint year."
Shulot struggled to shift his attention. He calmed down, calculated silently for a moment, and his expression became more solemn.
"Huh, today is already August 9, 1488 AD! Time flies by, and the Tampen River flows eastward. It really doesn't stop for a moment!"
"Your Highness?"
"Naxiu, please go down first! I still have something important to discuss with the warrior captain."
".Yes. Your Highness."
Naxiu pursed her lips, lowered her head, and put away the dishes on the table. When she heard that the princess had given birth to a noble son, for some reason, she suddenly felt a desire in her heart. This desire is like a fertile field, longing for the heavy rains in the rainy season, and also longing for the seeds of life.
What's more, the high priest in charge of the gods has gone to the Kingdom of God. No one can control His Highness's will anymore
"Well, you can take these two avocados too. Make them into a puree, add some honey, and add fresh cactus fruit."
Having said this, Shulot pondered for a while. Since the Eastern Expedition, he has been restraining himself, and his body can't help but want to eat. On warm and humid rainy nights, you can taste fresh and delicious honey fruits and enjoy the softness and smoothness.
The king raised his head again and looked at Naxiu's slightly exposed rise and fall, the curve of her kneeling posture, and her watery eyes, and his heart felt warm.
"After it's done, send it to my bedroom. I've been a little hungry these past two nights, like a jaguar."
"ah!"
Hearing this, Naxiu raised her head and looked at His Highness in surprise, her eyes seemed to water. Because, her body was trembling as she remembered that every time at the end, the provocative fox that yelled "Wow!" would always be knocked down by the hungry jaguar. Low cry.
"I obey you, my highness~"
Naxiu's trembling steps, accompanied by her trembling voice, quickly disappeared outside the hall. Shulot took a deep breath and suppressed his young and excited body. He looked at the unfolded map of the world and rethought the overall situation of the kingdom and alliance.
"Bertard, Parmus State has newly conquered thousands of Bossaros who moved south, and has recovered to over 100,000 people. And in the Parmus Valley area that directly belongs to the kingdom, there are nearly 40,000 settled tribes! Although the tribes in the North are poor, they are used to fighting and fighting. At this moment, the poet Baramo can also pull out a levy of tribes! "
"Your Highness, it is indeed true. In the vast Northland, as long as there are food and property, and core warriors to suppress it, it is not difficult to recruit tribal warriors. And now, the entire Parmus State is under the control of the kingdom!"
"Um."
Shulot nodded knowingly. He looked towards the northern night and fell into deep thought.
Ten years ago, there were about 200,000 wilderness tribes settled in the northern Parmus State, of which the Otomi people accounted for the absolute majority. Two years after Tisok conquered the Otomi people, Parmesan State was severely damaged, and its population was reduced to 130,000 or 40,000 people. Farmland was deserted, villages were burned, and the famine that followed continued to reduce the strength of the Otomi tribe.
Therefore, when the cold wave came, hundreds of thousands of migrating Guakili descendants surged southward from further north. The weak Parmesan State did not last long before it was completely destroyed. The canine descendants who migrated south were in short supply of food, and the killings along the way were equally brutal.
After the allied forces of the Lake Kingdom and the Otomi people moved north, defeated and moved the Guakili tribes, there were only 80,000 people left in the Parmes State. Although the Otomi tribe is still the majority in the state, it no longer occupies the dominant position. Instead, there is a new order led by the Kingdom of the Lake!
"Your Highness, in the northern frontier at this time, the Mexica nobles are the ruling jaguars, the Otomi tribe is the breeding deer herd, the wilderness canine descendants are the wolves who obey orders, and the Prepecha nobles are the monkeys who pass the orders. The arrangement made three years ago is indeed stable now! But in order to truly take root in the North and establish a long-term rule, we still need to further encourage tribal intermarriage, promote the belief in the Lord God, and move in more Mexica immigrants!”
After hearing what the warrior commander said, Shulot thought for a moment and nodded solemnly. The wilderness in the north is endless. The further north you go, the more limited the power the kingdom can project. The Palms Valley, which is directly under the kingdom, can be regarded as a preliminary exploration to establish wasteland rule.
In the newly established order in the north, a small number of Mexica nobles were the core of the rule, while the surrendered Otomi tribe, the surrendered wilderness dog descendants, and the exiled Prepecha nobles jointly formed the main body of the rule.
The Otomi people are mainly engaged in farming, providing food and labor; the wilderness dog descendants are half hunting and half farming, and provide most of the military service; while the Prepecha nobles master numbers and calculations, and actually play the role of low-level officials. Finally, those who are transcendent above the heads of each tribe and rooted among the people of each tribe are the priests at all levels sent by the central government of the kingdom to spread the faith of the main god.