Chapter 692: Tlaxcala, the Land of Four States, New Order

The river is vast and the spring rain is pouring. The long river of Tulsas comes from the east, witnessing the coming and going of the Mexica fleet, and also witnessing the spring plowing of various tribes along the way.

At the end of the long river, in the desolate Tlaxcala Basin in the east, black smoke gradually rises from the burning wasteland. But within a few days, the curling smoke quickly dissipated in the spring rain. The old weeds and shrubs have been burned away by wildfires, revealing fertile fields waiting for cultivation after being moistened by rain and dew.

The long river flows quietly through the land of Tlaxcala. In the mountains of the four states, every day, the fleeing tribesmen, old and weak, came out and surrendered to the Mexica army outside the mountains. They had no food to sustain them until next spring. They could not abandon their hoped-for farmland and fled into the mountains and forests again. They can only obey orders and become tribesmen controlled by the Mexican Alliance.

At this moment, beside the simple village, the tribesmen of Tlaxcala, with their heads lowered and simple agricultural tools of wood and stone, were taking advantage of the soft soil after the rain to cultivate corn and beans. Occasionally, there will be small groups of Mexican warriors, carrying large bows and holding spears, patrolling along the mountain roads and rivers. Deep fear and submission appeared on the faces of the tribesmen.

After the killings and turmoil of the Eastern Expedition, a long-lost order is slowly being established among the remaining Tlaxcala people in the west and south of the land of Tlaxcala.

In the western state of Wesochinco, the first group of 8,000 Mexican immigrants had migrated from the densely populated Lake Texcoco area and settled in more than a dozen villages outside Oak City. They occupied the fertile land once owned by the Cloud Snake nobles. Under the supervision of the Mexica nobles, they seized the time to plow the land in the spring. Most of this group of immigrants came from the first batch of small nobles in the Lake District who were transferred to feudal lords. There were also Alliance warriors who were granted land and promoted after the Eastern Expedition. They were the first batch of Mexica people to settle in the land of Tlaxcala.

After the negotiations between the king of the alliance and the great nobles are completed, more nobles will transfer their titles, bringing tens of thousands of people from various states. They will spread across the four states, completely occupy the land of Tlaxcala, which has lost more than half of its population, and control all the local tribes!

In just one generation, the Mexican nobles and immigrants will firmly take root in the Eastern Basin and bring the belief in the Lord God. The once powerful and glorious Four-State Alliance of Tlaxcala will also completely dissipate in the drizzle of the basin along with the demise of the Cloud Serpent Faith.

Starry drizzle falls from the bright sky, which is the first rain of the upcoming rainy season. In Tepeyacak State in the south, the field camp outside Shuigu City was once again filled with Totonak adults who had been forcibly relocated.

Warrior Captain Bertard wore leather armor and personally led hundreds of bodyguards to inspect various camps and inspect the spring plowing conditions of half a million acres of farmland.

"Black Wolf's advance army on the east route has already reached the eastern seaside. In these dozens of miles of field camps, there are 30,000 Tlaxcala old and weak, 20,000 Mixtec prisoners, and 80,000 Toto Nakedin has a total of 130,000 prisoners, guarded by 10,000 alliance warriors and militia! "

"These captured young men and women are civilians and serfs that the kingdom urgently needs. A batch of them will be transferred westward along the river every month. The tens of thousands of young men and women responsible for farming will not leave on a large scale until after this autumn harvest. "

Bertard was thinking in his heart, with a solemn expression on his face, as he walked through a large farming camp. In this large camp, there are one hundred Mexica warriors and four hundred Mexica militiamen, supervising about 8,000 prisoners from various tribes and responsible for cultivating more than 40,000 acres of cultivated land.

The camp has a solid wooden fence, a series of shacks inside, and endless farmland outside. From time to time, a team of twenty canine warriors would patrol the fields and camps with their hairless dogs. At the entrance to the camp, there are more than ten tall wooden poles erected. On every wooden pole, there is a hanged escaped prisoner.

The morning sun illuminated the camp and the sky was clear. Low sounds of prayer came from the center of the camp. Bertard stopped and watched for a moment, with a smile on his face. Thousands of captives are being divided into small groups, praying under the leadership of the priest of the main god, thanking the main god for his gift, and then eating a simple breakfast.

"Dear Eagle Warrior Captain, the two thousand Tlaxcala farmers left behind last year are the backbone of the camps. As team leaders, they direct the captives of each team to do spring plowing, and are also responsible for reporting the situation in the camp to the warriors. The supervising warriors and militiamen live in a small fortified camp on the other side, and they will be on the outside of the farmland during the day, supervising the prisoners' farming."

"The chief priests of the alliance will come morning and evening to lead the captives in prayer, listen to their confessions, and also stabilize the captives' emotions. And we will also limit the captives' food to ensure that they can farm without having excess physical strength. escape!"

The commander of the camp is a senior fourth-level Mexica warrior, Hochia. He had supervised the farming of the surrendered troops in the Prepecha Lake area, and was also familiar with the old militia Chihuaco. At this time, he lowered his head and reported back to the respected Holy Eagle Warrior Commander the details of managing thousands of prisoners.

"After several months of supervision, the order of the camp has been stabilized. The old and weak of the Tlaxcala people are the most submissive. Their descendants were sacrificed to death by the alliance, the warriors were all eliminated or surrendered, and the Cloud Serpent Temple was also destroyed. After being burned, they no longer had any courage to resist. Most of the Mixtec captives were ant people of the tribe. They witnessed the fall of the Rain God Temple and their faith collapsed. They also became accustomed to the main god. In order to obey the noble bloodline, they have completed the farming tasks assigned to them very well."

Speaking of this, Hogia paused, with a hint of murderous intent on his face.

"As for the Totonac young men captured by the advance army on the east route, they still need to endure a hard time to learn the rules of the kingdom! They have not been scared by the alliance yet, and the resistance in their hearts has not dissipated. The god they believe in is also the most hostile Quetzalcoatl, and they are quite resistant to the priests' preaching. These escaped prisoners hanged on wooden poles are all Totonacs! "

Hearing this, Bertard raised his head and looked at the praying prisoners in the camp. He pondered for a while and then gave the order.

"The mission of the Totonak people must be strengthened! Invite the priests of the Lord God to come over and screen them again. Those who resist conversion and are not pious enough will be selected into the next fleet to transport prisoners. This fleet will Young and strong captives were recruited into the two mining areas of the kingdom as mining slaves."

Hearing the word "mine slave", Hogia felt a chill in his heart and nodded respectfully. The kingdom's mines are dug deeper and deeper, the output of copper, iron and coal mines is increasing, and thousands of mining slaves are needed. And Hochia knew clearly that each mining slave could only survive for about four years in the horrific labor in the mine.

"We need to select a group of close people from the Totonak people and give them preferential treatment as an example to move closer to the alliance. Then, we need to select devout converts from the prisoners and give them 30% more food and management. Team power!"

Bertard's eyes were deep and his expression was calm. There is a gap in his heart, and his thoughts are clear and orderly.

"After half a year of control in the field camp, those who are finally transferred back to the kingdom are all believers of the main god who obey the order. The kingdom's big road construction plan has begun, and the captives who do not meet the requirements will be screened out and given priority to mining, quarrying, and construction. Slave of the road!"

"I obey your orders, Lord Eagle Warrior!"

The camp commander Hokia lowered his head and bowed deeply. Bertard reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, smiling and encouraging.

"The Lord God will grant glory, and the kingdom will be invincible! All tribes in the world will be conquered by us one by one. The tribesmen who are willing to convert to the faith of the Lord God and obey His Highness's will will be accepted and assimilated by the Kingdom, and will return to the descendants of the glorious and unified Jiao people! And all the descendants of the stubborn resistance will All tribes, regardless of their status or noble bloodline, will turn into firewood and fuel, ignite the sun in the sky, and become slaves of mines, workers and serfs, and even sacrifices on the pyramids!"

Bertard spoke in a low voice, his face remained calm, and his eyes were extremely determined. He turned to the north, looked at the high mountains, and smiled longingly.

"With a single force, the Black Wolf can defeat the Totonac people and capture 80,000 men. The picture of unifying the world is already in front of us! Your Highness, do you think so too? What does the vast picture in your heart look like? What? I am willing to write for you and go to the farthest horizon to build your statue."

The clouds rolled and relaxed, and the light spring rain fell from the dark sky again. And the new shoots of corn, just emerging from the vast fields, make people happy to see them, they are the spring seedlings of hope.