Chapter 575: Flower of Death, Blood of the People in the Rain

The mountains are green, stretching from east to west, like the closed shells of a shellfish, leaving only the narrow valley mouth in the northeast. At this moment, the hot wind comes from the south, passing over the bright red camp at the valley mouth and drifting to the vast mountains on both sides. On the mountains of the Mixtec Highlands, there are towering Jacaranda trees, and there are cuetlayochiti, also known as poinsettia, all over the mountains.

"In spring, blue flowers fall from the clouds. In autumn, red flowers bloom on the ground. They are all spiritual and avoid the hot summer!"

The summer breeze brings a strong fishy smell like the fragrance of flowers. Bloody flowers spread inside and outside the mountain pass. Woodpecker Richie was covered in blood and stood on the wall of the camp at the valley mouth. His eyes were red, but his eyes were a little dazed, like a woodpecker who was about to fall asleep, and like a coyote who just opened his eyes.

"The priests of the rain god taught us, the ancient rain people, not to cut down a tree in the hot season. Because the sap of the tree will flow and torture the spirit of the tree. I once followed the teachings of the rain god, that is the sacred me!"

The land of Mixtec is called Newzahui (uu Dzahui), which means "the land of the rain god". The Mixtec people themselves are called Newsawi (uu Savi), which means "the people of the rain". The people of the rain are devout believers in the gods and believe that all things have spirits. In daily prayers, they will put "I" at the end of the prayer. This is to follow the ancient teachings and express sacredness and reverence.

"However, the hot summer is the season of death. The spring flowers have fallen, and the autumn flowers have not bloomed. The boundless flowers of death are blooming in the valley blessed by the rain god. Because the gods are dead too"

Woodpecker Richie murmured, his face flushed after the battle. In his right hand, he held a red copper axe, and in his left hand, he held the head of the leader of the Shenshui tribe, "Yunshui" Achingo. The head opened its eyes wide, its face full of anger, unwillingness and despair. At this moment, drops of blood fell from Richie's hands at the same time, falling on the wall under his feet, and soaking the entire camp in front of him.

Looking around, the fence of the camp was split by the copper axe, and the wooden wall was full of javelins and arrows, and several gaps were broken. Layers of corpses fell at the gaps in the wall. The bodies of warriors and militiamen were entangled randomly, twisted into different postures, and were tightly trampled into a ball by countless feet, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.

Hundreds of surrendered Shenshi City warriors were searching among the piles of corpses in various parts of the camp with red eyes. As long as they saw the Shenshui warriors who were not dead yet, they would mercilessly aim at the fragile neck and stab the worn stone spears in their hands. In the past two hours, the warriors of the Shenshui tribe also stabbed their comrades to death without hesitation.

The blood became more and more intense, blending with the fragrance of summer flowers, and even a little sweet. A faint pool of blood was flowing from the height of the camp to the lowlands in the north and south. From a distance, the entire red camp was like a blooming Mixtec red flower, the delicate Quetla Ochitti.

To the north of the wall of the camp were thousands of warriors of the Mexica army. In the middle of the army, the flag of the black wolf was flying. In the front of the army, hundreds of spears were erected, with hideous and terrifying heads inserted on them. More than a hundred headless corpses knelt under the spears, and the warm blood of the defeated soldiers outlined another flower of death.

To the south of the wall of the camp, more than a thousand Mixtec surrendered soldiers were chasing southward, chasing and killing the scattered Shenshui warriors. The number of warriors on both sides was roughly the same, but one side was screaming, howling, and waving spears, like a wounded and fierce wolf pack; while the other side was crying, wailing, and dropping their hunting bows, like a cowardly herd of deer fleeing.

It is hard to imagine that just an hour ago, the same two groups of people were fighting in the camp, spears stabbing each other, warriors falling one after another, and corpses piling up over the wall. The huge "wolf pack" was defeated for a time, but was forced by the more ferocious jaguar. Only under the leadership of the woodpecker leader, did they burst out with the courage to retreat and kill the enemy leader.

And now, when the brutal fight decided the outcome, the "deer herd" collapsed instantly and completely lost resistance. The subsequent battle was only a one-sided slaughter. So, the intertwined warm red bloomed in the south of the valley mouth, slowly spreading and turning into another dead flower bush.

"This is the flower of death, and it is all the blood of the Mixtec people!"

Woodpecker Rich stood still, looking at the rich valley in the south with misty eyes. The corn harvest is in sight, and the fields are fragrant everywhere. The crowd fled in the farmland, trampling the hope of harvest, and fell down with the corn. The soldiers who were chasing and killing the surrendered soldiers ran very fast, and the young men they were carrying were even faster than the warriors of the God Stone City. At this moment, they were no longer the pious and obedient people in the rain, but coyotes holding weapons and converting to the Mexica God of War.

Not long after, when the evening sun set in the west, sporadic fires ignited from the village of the God of Water. In the warm summer breeze, there were faint shouts and women's shrill cries.

Woodpecker Richie lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew that after tonight, the Tehuacan God of Water, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, claimed to be descendants of gods, and had more than 10,000 people, would no longer exist. And all this was done by him, by the surrendered Mixtec surrendered soldiers!

"Woo~Woo~Rain God begs you to save me!"

Hearing the cries in the wind, the warriors of Shenshi City, who were killing with red eyes, finally regained some sense. The warrior captain Nuu (uu) came to the battalion commander Richie holding a spear. He glanced at the leader's head in Richie's hand, and thought of the bravery of the opponent's battle formation, he slightly restrained his murderous intent. Nuwu lowered his spear and lowered his head.

"Big Bird Chief, the commander of the Mexican Army said that all the spoils of the Divine Water Department belong to us!"

The warrior captain Nuwu raised his head and looked at the wolf flag in the north with awe. The powerful Mexican army in the north did not move at all, and there was no movement to fight for the spoils of war. Seeing this, his reddish eyes were filled with strong desire, and he swallowed saliva in his throat.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the generous captain of the Mexica Army! The Divine Water Tribe occupies the divine spring and has always been very wealthy. Their descendants of the gods are aloof and never look down at the ordinary tribesmen. Boss, the pioneer warriors are enjoying themselves , let’s go there quickly! Haha, I’ve never tasted the taste of the Saint of Guarding the Spring!”

"Holy Tears of the Rain God, Revered Saint of the Fountain"

Hearing this, Richie the Woodpecker opened his eyes suddenly. He had a complicated expression, and he looked at each other for a long time with the warrior captain Nuwu who had a calm look on his face.

Nuwu had a ruthless look on his face and greed in his eyes. When he mentioned the supreme rain god, the reverence and fear he once felt had disappeared. What is left is only the wildness of a wolf, which has just broken free from the shackles of the people in the rain, revealing the ferocity of the wilderness.

"Big Bird Boss?"

"Nuu. Palm trees in the rain"

Richie the woodpecker called lowly. The meaning of Nuu (uu) is "rain tree", the tree in the rain. From the common name "tree", it can be seen that Nuwu should be a warrior from a small tribe. The title of "Rain" was probably obtained from the priest of the tribe because of his bravery.

In the ancient traditional Mixtec society, a warrior like this from an ordinary background, no matter how good at fighting, can obtain the title of "Rain" and lead dozens of people, is already at the top. Throughout his life, he mostly married ordinary minor nobles and barely squeezed into the upper echelons of the tribe. As for the superior and extraordinary divine woman, that is a no-brainer.

"Nuwu, in today's battle, the Mexica people pressed our battalion and attacked forward with all their might. If you step back even half a step, you will die. The head of the battalion of 3,000 people lost more than 1,000 people before they finally finally succeeded. The Shenshui Division has been defeated! The fighting is so brutal, are you still willing to continue fighting for the Mexicans?"

"Um?"

Hearing this, the warrior captain Nuwu shrank his pupils and looked around warily. There were only a dozen or so people around, all of them trusted warriors. Nuwu relaxed slightly and asked solemnly in a low voice.

"Boss Rich, what do you mean? Do you have any plans?"

"Although the Shenshui tribe is unruly, they are also an ancient tribe in the valley. They have guarded the sacred spring for generations and passed down the teachings of the Rain God. Although we people in the rain also conquer each other, we will never become extinct like the Mexica people. The inheritance of divinity, sacrifice all the descendants of the gods, and even kill the noble priests!"

Richie the Woodpecker pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice. He was born into a minor nobleman of the tribe. Although he was not a descendant of the gods, he also received the teachings of the priests. At this point in his fate, the temple in his heart has gradually collapsed, but the tradition of the Mixtec nobility still remains, which is the understanding of gods and tribes, as well as the subconscious recognition and compliance with the order of hierarchy.

The warrior captain Nuwu thought for a moment and didn't quite understand what the battalion commander Richie meant. He glanced at the fire in the south, suppressed the surging desire in his heart, and asked cautiously.

"Boss, do you still have contact with Shenshi City?"

In Nuwu's view, no matter how powerful and invincible the Mexica army is, they will eventually leave. And for surrendered soldiers like them, if they have a chance and a way out, staying in their hometown would be an option. Of course, the premise is that there must be a way out, and there will be no settling of accounts and settling the blood on their hands.

".No."

Richie the Woodpecker was silent for a moment and shook his head. The head of the family, Blue Snake Guku, was killed outside the city. Shenshi City lost three thousand elites and lost the Yunzhong Temple. These days, the chiefs and leaders in the city are probably scared out of their wits, and their troops are very limited. They just defended and waited for reinforcements from other city-states. They no longer cared about the tribes outside the city, let alone colluded with the surrender of troops.

"Then, is it Yunshan City in the south that gave you the promise?"

Hearing this, Richie the Woodpecker was silent again and shook his head. He knew that reinforcements from Yunshan City had arrived in this area, and had also encountered the other party's scouts in the mountains. It's just that the opponent's number is very small, they don't dare to go north, and they are very wary and hateful of the surrendering soldiers.

".nor."

"Harm! Then what else do you say?"

The warrior captain Nuwu stamped his foot and raised his spear again. He glanced at the woodpecker head coldly and curled his lips disdainfully.

"Big Bird Leader! In the Mixtec Army in Shenshi City, you are just a rain god warrior leading a hundred people, and I am just an ordinary leader of twenty! But now, in the martial Mexica Army, you are A battalion captain of three thousand men, I am also a samurai captain of two hundred men!”

"In the Divine Stone City, the descendants of the gods sit on high carriages and will not look at us. But with the Mexica Legion, we can trample the descendants of the gods under our feet and suppress the ladies under us! In fact, this is just the beginning! The Tlaxcala warriors in the army returned very early, and many of them were recruited into the regular army of Mexica because of their military merits, and were awarded titles for their military merits!"

"Boss, we are all ants in the rain now. We have no way out of the nest! We can live as long as we can! If we die in battle, the Rain God will not want us, and we will go to see the God of War! Awooo!"

After shouting this, Captain Nuwu ran towards the village of the Shenshui tribe without looking back, holding a bloody spear. As he ran, he howled like a wolf, running towards the red flames under the red sunset and on the bloody field.

Dozens of warriors from Shenshi City followed him, howling excitedly and wildly. They couldn't wait to pounce on the village of the Shenshui tribe, like tigers and wolves pounce on their prey.

Looking at this scene, Woodpecker Richie was a little dazed. He looked at the dim mountains on both sides, the blood red blooming in front and behind, and the gradually boiling killing and flames.

"Where exactly am I? Is this the Mixtec Highlands, which has been passed down for three thousand years, rich and orderly? Or is it the desolate, vast, wild and cruel northern wilderness as described in the legend?"

The setting sun slowly fell, and the sunset glow spread across the horizon. There were only a few dozen Mixtec guards left in the ruined Yamaguchi camp after the war. The other warriors and militiamen disappeared in the valley in the south and joined the unrestrained looting. The surrendered soldiers' camp was established not long ago, and only these dozens of guards were truly loyal to the battalion commander Richie and could suppress their desire to kill. The guards looked at each other and waited for a long time before someone finally spoke.

"Battalion commander? Us?"

"Huh!~Awoo!"

Richie took a long breath and suddenly let out a wolf-like howl. He seemed to want to shout out all the souls in his chest and then inhale a new wolf soul. Then, he pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

"Let's go too!"

"Ah? Captain, that's the north!"

"Well. Let's go and meet the Mexica commander. I have some suggestions for the reorganization of the army. In this army, the only one who really has the final say is the Black Wolf commander! As for you, if you want to go to the south to plunder, you can go by yourself."

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The guards looked at each other and hesitated. But in the end, they still held their weapons and followed the brave and somewhat unique commander. Behind them, the setting sun fell into the sky, and the bright red was drowned by the darkness, covering up the killing of the Mixtecs, and the frenzied flames in the south gradually disappeared behind the camp.

Soon, a few bonfires appeared in front of them. The patrolling warriors were wearing armor, holding bronze weapons, and carrying the unique killing of the Mexica. A dark wolf flag fluttered in the night wind.

The black giant wolf raised its head and stood alone, looking up at the white moonlight in the sky and looking down at the new fire under its feet. In the eyes of this black wolf, there are no remnants of enemies entrenched in the north, nor the so-called killing in the south. It just follows the will of the western sun and looks to the east where the moon rises.