The night was heavy, drifting into the high priest's mansion where the fire was flickering; the clouds covered the full moon, which was flawless in the mirror. Then a shadow fell from the ceiling of the bedroom, covering the tossing young king. This night was so long, full of silent thoughts.

Na Xiu quietly guarded the corner without any interruption. She was just like a shadow, patiently accompanying the Sleepless Highness.

It wasn't until the dawn of the morning star and the faint light of Xi'an that lit up from the east that Xiulot sighed quietly. A plain and straightforward poem came to his mind, and then he recited it out of his mouth in a strange way.

"Eighteen times Taizong raised righteous soldiers, Bai Yan and Huang Yue ruled the two capitals. Captured and slaughtered Dou Sihaiqing, twenty out of four achievements will be achieved. Twenty out of nine will be the emperor, thirty out of five will lead to peace..."

After singing here, Shulot stopped suddenly, alert in his heart. He sat up and looked at the bewildered Naxiu in the corner.

"Your Highness, what were you reading just now?"

Naxiu blinked, revealing a cat-like curiosity.

Xiulot's expression changed, and after a while, he responded in a low voice.

"It's a poem in praise of a king who lived through the ages. That king did many feats, some of which I wanted to do, and some of which I didn't want to emulate..."

Naxiu tilted her head and thought for a moment. Tonight's Highness seems to be a little melancholy, and looks extraordinarily delicious... She licked her lips and persuaded softly.

"It's almost dawn... You haven't slept all night, but you want Shadow Slave to serve you and take a nap?"

"Hmm. I have a headache, please help me rub my head..."

A moment later, Shulot lay on Naxiu's firm thigh, breathing in the charming fragrance and enjoying the gentle caress. He let out a long breath, gradually emptied his mind, and fell into a long and distant dream.

In that dreamland, there was a tall sacred tree. The sacred tree dropped seeds, the seeds sprouted into small trees, and the small trees thrived...The storm came, and the condor flew in the sky, and then thunder fell, hitting the tall sacred tree...At last, the rain passed and the sky cleared, infinite Light rises into the sky...

"Um!"

Shulot suddenly opened his eyes. He looked towards the zenith, and the sun had already risen to the center. He sniffed his nose, and the faint smell of rice permeated the room.

"Your Highness, you are awake."

Naxiu smiled, stepped forward gently, and helped His Highness up.

"I have prepared your favorite roast venison, fish fillet soup, turkey egg rolls and spicy stir-fried seasonal vegetables. Next to it is honey herb tea and dried prickly pear..."

"okay."

Xiuluo nodded. Under the service of Naxiu, after a brief wash, he began to enjoy lunch. Since he has a woman to take care of him, life has become much more comfortable. If Bertard was here, he would only wake him up on time and practice martial arts...

After lunch, he looked up at the noon sun, and gave orders in a deep voice.

"I got up late today, but the scheduled itinerary remains the same. In the afternoon, I'm going to see the H-yak domesticated by the Alliance. I guess I won't be able to come back in time, so I'll stay there tonight."

"Follow you, Your Highness."

Na practiced a salute, and immediately went to make arrangements. In just two or three quarters of an hour, the group of people made arrangements. Two hundred imperial guards guarded His Highness's banner and headed straight for the long bridge southwest of the capital.

The surrounding area of ​​the capital city in the lake is densely populated, the plains along the lake have been reclaimed, and even large floating fields have been built on Lake Texcoco. The buffalo (North American bison) domesticated by the alliance can only be kept in captivity in the mountain pasture southwest of Lake Texcoco, which is forty or fifty miles away from the capital city in the lake.

All of them were elite warriors, and they arrived at the mountain pasture after traveling for half a day. When Shulot climbed the hill, he could see a wide wooden fence and herds of huge bulls from a distance. Dozens of slaves are busy in the pasture, preparing hay for feeding. At least half of them are dressed as northern tribal people. And at the height of the pasture, there is a small camp of wood and stone, stationed with a small group of bow-wielding warriors, guarding the royal family's "giant beast" tribute.

Seeing the elite warriors coming from the brigade, an elderly short-haired warrior rushed down from the camp. Wearing the costume of a military nobleman, he walked up to Xiulot in two steps, and knelt down respectfully to salute.

"Military nobleman Mohei, salute to the incarnation of the gods, the invincible Highness Shulot! May you be as fast and fierce as the grizzly bear in the north, full of invincible power!"

"The lord **** bless you! The military nobleman Mohei, may the light of the lord **** illuminate you!"

Shulot nodded lightly. He thought about the unique name of Mohe, and asked.

"Mohei, by your name, are you a naturalized warrior from a northern tribe?"

Hearing this, Mo Hei quickly saluted and explained eagerly.

"Your Majesty, my grandfather was a warrior of the northern tribe who surrendered when Montezuma conquered the Northeast Huastec. It has been more than thirty years since I was born. I have lived in the capital city of the lake. And My father even served as the hair-cutting guard of the former king Asaya Cartel, and died in the rebellion that put down the city-state of Chalco..."

"Oh! It turned out to be a warrior family loyal to the royal family."

Hearing this, Xiulot understood. In the history of the alliance, almost every generation of ancestors would recruit brave barbarian warriors to join the army, and even accepted them as their own pro-army. Because in some cases, the loyalty of barbarian warriors is more reliable. For example, in the Royal Guards of the Kingdom, there are also many Terkos warriors, Otomi warriors, and the newly recruited dog-born sharpshooters.

"Mohei, which tribe in the north did your grandfather come from? How did you get the position of managing the giant beast?"

"Well..."

Mo Hei scratched his head and replied sincerely.

"Your Highness, my grandfather was killed in the Alliance war very early on. I don't know his origin. I heard my father mention it twice. The ancestor tribe seems to live by the endless lake, making a living by fishing, hunting and planting. At the same time hunting ferocious H cattle... There is also a very, very turbulent, very, very long river, coming from the northwest, flowing into the endless lake..."

"H cattle herd...the Northeast River...the endless lake..."

Shulot pondered for a moment, looking at Mo Hei's rough appearance, a vague guess came to his mind.

"Mohei's grandfather, probably from the Koavek tribe on the lower Rio Grande..."

"Your Highness, my grandfather had dealt with the buffalo a lot, and had a lot of knowledge about the wilderness. My father also learned some, and passed it on to me. Therefore, when the immortal elder passed down the decree, to tame the giants of the north When I was a beast, I got this opportunity to serve the noble royal family and manage these violent bulls..."

Mo Hei watched His Highness's expression carefully, and reported carefully.

"Then, I stayed in the mountains, established a pasture, and domesticated these giant beasts for five years..."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Xiu Luote was very interested and asked in a deep voice.

"Mo Hei, how many H cattle are there in total in the pasture?"

"Your Highness, in the past five years, the Vastecs have donated 40 H-ox cubs every year. It takes 2-3 years for the H-ox cubs to mature. After the H-ox grows up, it will mate in summer, and the H-ox will mate in summer. It takes 9-10 months of pregnancy before the cubs are born... Now, the second batch of cubs has been bred in the pasture, and there are about two to three hundred cows except for the H cows that died of diseases and various accidents."

"Huh? Only two or three hundred?"

Hearing this number, Shulot frowned and his face sank. The Wastecs donated 200 H cattle in five years, and two batches of cubs were bred in the pasture. As a result, the number of H cattle has hardly increased?

"Your Highness..."

Seeing His Highness's expression, Mo Hei quickly bowed to the ground and continued to explain.

"The H-ox is wild and violent. Domesticating them is very different from domesticating turkeys. They are fast, large, and unrestrained by nature. Male H-ox will often break through fences and run into nearby mountains, even to Village farmlands, gnawing on crops. Adult H-ox is strong and stubborn, and it is difficult for herdsmen to forcibly lead them back to the ranch. Even if they are brought back, H-ox that escaped once will often escape again. When encountering such a situation, they can only dispatch longbow warriors to shoot these bulls to death!..."

"And in the summer of estrus, the male H-ox will slam into each other fiercely in order to occupy more females. The momentum is like a mountain, and it is impossible to stop. The victorious H-ox will also drive the defeated opponent out of the pasture, or seriously injure it... .”

Having said this, Mohei paused, and pointed to the hundreds of bulls.

"Look, Your Highness, these H cows are slightly smaller in size, and most of them are females. Only one tenth of the males are kept in the pasture for mating during estrus. And if the newly born H cows are male, The ranch will only be selectively reserved..."

Mo Hei recounted in detail the experience of domesticating H-Niu. All these experiences were hard-earned by him, combined with the knowledge passed down from his grandfather. And a lot of experience is gained at the cost of the life of the shepherd slave.

While listening, Bertard arranged for guard warriors to guard the ranch. Mo Hei took a few glances at the guard warriors wearing bronze armor and walking loudly, his expression changed immediately, and he cautioned.

"Your Highness, these fearsome armored warriors are likely to disturb the pregnant female H-ox...The pregnancy of female H-ox is as long as nine to ten months, and usually only one cub can be born at a time. During pregnancy, they are very sensitive. If When encountering a large crowd, or strange warriors with murderous looks, or strange noises that have never been heard before, they will feel threatened, abnormally alert, restless...and when they are disturbed to a certain extent, they will take the initiative to attack, or Sudden miscarriage..."

Hearing this, Shulot glanced at the herd of cattle in the valley. Many adult cows turned around, pointing their horns in the direction of the guard warriors, and put on a posture of guard. He pondered for a while, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Bothard, choose a high ground on the outskirts and let the guards camp there. We will sleep outside the ranch tonight."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The samurai commander followed the order and re-armed. Although the H cows maintained a guarded posture, they relaxed a lot as the warriors moved away.

Afterwards, Shulot frowned while listening.

"Male nature is unconstrained~lightnovelpub.net~ Adults tend to run away and fight during estrus... Females are pregnant for more than nine months, can only give birth to one child, and are prone to miscarriage due to fright... North American bison, It's really hard to tame!"

The male H ox weighs up to 900 kilograms and runs with amazing speed and great impact. They can maintain a speed of 60 kilometers per hour for several quarters of an hour, and they are simply medieval tanks. Similarly, male H cows are short-tempered and do not have a strong sense of territory. They like to wander around, and ordinary wooden fences are difficult to restrain them. For the Mexica Alliance, not to mention domesticating male H cattle and driving them to farm, even simple domestication at a fixed location is difficult to fully realize.

In contrast, female H cows weigh about 500 kilograms. If they have enough food, are pregnant or have cubs, they will not move around, but are more inclined to take care of their cubs as they grow. The mountain pastures can barely domesticate some docile female H cattle in closed valleys by virtue of the terrain.

Xiulot listened patiently for a long time. Afterwards, he stared into Mo Hei's eyes, and asked in a deep voice with some kind of long-term expectation.

"Mo Hei, can the bull that has been domesticated for many years in the mountain pasture be ridden on its back and charge the enemy?"