MTL - Aztec Eternals-Chapter 7 Father

The priest's palace community is divided into two layers. The guards at the bottom wear animal helmets, wear yellow robes, and have the costumes of jaguars and eagles. The acolytes wore solid-colored cloaks or waistcoats, and carried wooden boards painted with images to and fro.

The three walked along the granite steps to the second floor of the palace community, and passed in front of an extremely tall palace. Sherlot vaguely heard the sound of fierce disputes coming from the palace.

A huge multi-colored curtain flutters at the entrance of the palace. In the center of the cloth curtain is sitting upright, holding up scepters and shields, the unusually tall sun god, **** of war, and patron saint of Mexica, Huitzilopochtli, with dark green feathers covering the back half of the main god, like the sun. Radiate all around.

Beside the curtain of the temple gate are two guards wearing wolf heads and black robes. One of them cast a questioning look at Acap. Acap pointed to Olosh and Shulot, and then to the right. The guard nodded, and gave Shulot from the gap in the wolf's mouth. A toothy "grim" smile. Shiloh rolled his eyes, but Olosh looked a little nervous.

Acap took the two to the right. Shirot asked in a low voice, "What are the high priests discussing in the main temple?"

"You'll find out later." Acap smiled and didn't answer, and seemed to have something on his mind all of a sudden.

After a while, the three of them came to a side hall again. There was also a huge cloth curtain at the entrance of the side hall. Above it was a **** with his hands raised high, the head of a man and a dog, looking up at the sky. He has a bright red tongue, deep black feathers and a crown, as if he were about to leap from a bright red throne at any moment. This is the **** of thunder and death, the **** of the night star who escorts the sun, and the twin brother of Shurotel, the **** of feathers.

The guards of the side hall were much more enthusiastic, "Little Shulot, you're back? How was the hunt? Are you bloodied? Did you capture any prisoners?"

Shulot nodded and shook his head, followed Acap without saying a word. Entering the side hall, facing a low stone table, a wooden board on the stone table. A burly man in his thirties was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing a painted red robe, a dark green feather crest on his head, and a silver guard ring around his wrist. Holding a wooden pen, the nib is made of tough hair, dipped in black paint, and two patterns are engraved on the wooden board like writing or drawing.

Shilot took two steps forward and saw that the square pattern in front was a shield and a club, and the square pattern in the back was a corpse wrapped in a white cloth. He and the man in front of him had studied writing and knew that the two hieroglyphs meant "war" and "death".

The man raised his head, revealing a chiseled and resolute face. Deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a confident demeanor. His eyes were piercing, and he first landed on Shirotte, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he looked at Acap and nodded. Finally, looking at Olosh behind him, laughter burst out.

"Welcome back, my warrior. You are also welcome, my son. It's time for you to come back." The man stood up, revealing his tall muscular body. Then he spread his arms in a welcoming gesture, "The war is about to begin!"

"Good news, Captain Hursok! When? Who are we going to fight?" Oloshi also raised his arms in return, and asked excitedly and surprised.

"A few days ago, a messenger came from Tenochtitlan with orders from the new Tratoani. The king wants us to start mobilizing, and next month the coronation war will begin, against the Austrians in the northwest. The Tomi, on the grounds that the Otomi refused to pay tribute to the Alliance." Husok and Orosh exchanged their arms, then asked, "How is this capture?"

"I took Shilot and the new recruits to the Vastek people in the north and caught dozens of savages. The Vastek people are still obedient and have enough food. It seems that the northeast will not be able to do it recently. What's the big problem?" Olosh thought for a while, and then added, "Shirot's physical fitness and martial arts are both good. He solved a quasi-warrior in this operation. It's just that there are too many problems, and I want to know everything." Luo Shi had a bitter face, "There are some numbers, it makes sense, how can I answer it as a soldier."

"Haha, he can beat my No. 1 warrior, it seems that this kid has grown a lot." Husock smiled and patted Xiuluot's head, um, it hurts a bit.

"Is the city-state going to send troops this time? How many troops?"

"Of course, as the king's relatives, the city-state will definitely send troops to respond. The specific amount of troops, the priests and elders have discussed all morning. It should be known when the high priest returns. However, the king has announced that Tenochtitlan 3 elite Hikipili will be mobilized, that is, a regiment of 8,000 people. Texcoco and Trakopan will each mobilize 1 elite regiment, and then the villages under the three cities will mobilize 5 civilian regiments."

"Then the capital's three cities will mobilize a total of 10 regiments of 8,000 people, that is, 80,000 people?" Shirot took a deep breath, 80,000 warriors?

"Heh, the math of Shilot is really good." Orosh was also a little surprised, "When the rainy season is approaching, mobilizing an army of 100,000 people to go to the mountain city of the Otomi people in the north? This is not a wise choice. "

"Yeah." Huosoke put away his smile and nodded slowly, "The city-state on the southern side of Sarko can mobilize at least 2 regiments, one each for Wattstepek and Kuonavak, and one for the northern side. The 2 regiments near Weiphutland will be recruited. At least 4 regiments can be sent to Tepanicapan, Tolokan, and Laziko in the west. In order to prevent the Tlaxcalans from moving, the calculation should be It's 20 regiments of 8,000 people."

"There is no need to worry about the frontal battlefield. Even if the Otomi city-states send reinforcements, there will only be 10 regiments, and the combat effectiveness is incomparable to our elite warrior regiment." Orosh patted his chest confidently. , "But 20 regiments would cost at least 100,000 people. And in the wet rainy season, the food consumed every day is uncountable. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com The village of Otomi in the north has always been poor and cannot plunder much food. Once the Otomi people hide in the city-state and hold on, and the war drags on, we're in trouble."

"My worries are also here." Husock subconsciously pinched Shulot's face, um, it still hurts. "But the Vastek in the northeast provides a lot of tribute every year, and it doesn't make sense or good for them. The three-nation city-state alliance in the south has been respectful these years, and they are linked to each other. Throwing a stone will definitely bring a ripple. Tarasco is very strong in combat, and we have been defeated in the past two years. Not to mention Tlaxcala in the east, if we want to fight, we must mobilize all of them, and everyone is not ready. Choose the Ortomi of the North."

"In the end, it's still bullying the soft and fearing the hard." Orosh grumbled in dissatisfaction, "How can the king not have the heart of a warrior?" Olosh paused, lowered his voice and said, "The prestige of the new king has not yet been established. If you fight against the enemy Tlaxcala or the mighty Tarrascos, even if you are defeated, you will not complain. But against the weak and cunning Otomi people, you won't get any advantage. Don't say defeated. , even if there are fewer wins, it will make everyone dissatisfied."

Husok smiled and nodded in agreement: "Olosh, your talent is more than enough to be the leader of an elite regiment."

"It's a pity that our city-state didn't have an elite group to bring me." Orosh laughed.

"There will be in the future, definitely!" The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Shulot was in a trance when he saw Acap walking in from outside the temple, and he didn't know when he left.

All I could hear was Acap saying with a smile, "Boss, the high priest has finished the meeting and is now on his way here."