Red spreads under the city walls, like the deepest dye. The head hangs on the city gate and turns into the most vivid death.

"In the eyes of the Mexicas, the descendants of gods with noble blood are just sacrifices to the **** of war... Then, will the holy priests of the holy city be different?..."

Elder Wizier kept his mouth shut and got up with a gloomy expression. He didn't say a word, and the rest of the journey was full of silence.

The crowd walked under the heads of the Tlaxcalans and came to the outside of the city. The vision in front of me suddenly widened, the mountains undulating in the distance, and the field was full of green grass. And near the city wall, is the battlefield being cleaned up. The tragic traces can be seen everywhere, but the vitality of spring is nurtured in the busyness.

Under the supervision of four or five hundred Mexica warriors, thousands of Tlaxcala militiamen were busy outside the city with their heads bowed. They dug several huge earth pits and threw the stripped corpses of soldiers into the big pits. It was warm late spring, and the bodies would quickly decompose and had to be buried as quickly as possible.

Wizier stood beside the big pit, stopped, and watched silently for a while. The dense death came into his eyes, and penetrated deeply into his mind, making his spine chill.

In this pit alone, I am afraid there are at least three or four thousand corpses! What is even more shocking is that among these corpses, there are not only humble moth people, but also strong warriors and gods with snake patterns!

"The humble mothmen, the common warriors, and the lofty godborn... were stripped naked, thrown into a deep pit, and buried together..."

Vizier was trembling in his heart, his face was pale, and he stood for a long time without taking a step.

"Ha! This cowardly tribal priest was frightened by the corpse!..."

"Huh? What about the Cholula tribe, how could such a timid person be the priest of the tribe?"

"It seems to be a weak tribe! But I heard that it is extremely wealthy, with countless spices, gold and silver, jade... and thousands of fertile wives!"

"Ah! Is this tribe here to surrender? If not, let's grab one!"

The Canine's whispers kept coming. They looked at Wizier with obvious disdain.

Wizier pursed his lips and did not respond. Although he has never been on the battlefield, he has sacrificed hundreds of sacrifices, and he is used to the death of life. The reason for his real fear is not the thousands of stripped corpses, but the way these corpses are handled, the attitude of the Mexicas towards the noble races of the gods!

"The sublime and the humble, the noble and the low... In this savage war, there is no difference, they are all buried together... Nawa gods!..."

Wizier closed his eyes and prayed silently. He vaguely felt the change in the war, it had become more brutal, more disrespectful, and more destructive. The holy city of Cholula, which has maintained tradition and order for hundreds of years, is being completely disintegrated and is being buried in the ground.

"The era of subversion is accelerating, like stars falling from the sky... Could it be that this is what the Mexicans call the Fifth Era? The rewriting of the noble and the lowly, the fusion of all peoples..."

The priests and elders of the holy city had no answer. He just felt that Chief Patel should see this for himself. The Mexicans have changed dramatically, from beliefs to ideas to war, not what they were ten years ago...

"Elder Priest Wizier, we should go!"

Captain Mexica waited for a while and reminded.

"okay."

Wizier nodded, and took a last look at the pile of cotton armor, leather hats, and obsidian weapons next to the big dirt pit.

These pieces of equipment were tattered and incomplete, and they were all taken from the fallen Tlaxcala warriors. In this era, it is impossible to give up these materials and bury them with the corpse. And what will happen to the busy Tlaxcala militia after they are used to seeing the death of the noble warriors?

"Let's go!"

Wizier didn't want to think about it. He turned around and followed in the footsteps of Captain Mexica, heading for the legion camp in the south. For him, the most important thing now is how to preserve the status of the Holy City of Cholula and persuade His Highness the "God of Death" of the Mexicans!

The breeze was blowing along the mountains to the vast camp. It blew through the outer fence, walked through the open grass bed, brushed the extinguished bonfire, and finally came to the big tent. Outside the tent, there are dozens of armored guards guarding it, always keeping vigilance.

A young bodyguard came in a hurry, and after examining the jade talisman outside the tent door, was allowed to enter. He opened the tent door, stepped into it carefully, glanced at the army commanders, and replied with a deep voice to His Highness.

"His Royal Highness, the holy city of Cholula has sent an envoy, it is the elder priest of Wizier!"

"Oh? The elders of the holy city?"

Sherlot looked serious and frowned slightly.

"I'm holding a military meeting, and I won't see him today. Let him wait in the camp and rest patiently for two days!"

"As ordered! Your Highness!"

The young guard nodded respectfully and was about to leave.

"By the way, send two more warriors and take him around the camp to see the Guards!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Shilott smiled, his eyes moved slightly. He has been very busy these two days, and he really does not want to see the messenger of the Holy City. For the holy city, he still has some plans, and he needs to exert pressure step by step... Soon, the king put the messenger's affairs aside and looked at the people in the tent again.

"In the past few days, the remnants of Shuidu City have been wiped out, and the surrounding tribes have almost been wiped out. The battle losses of your legion have also been counted! Black wolf, you say it first!"

"As you order, Your Highness!"

The black wolf Toltek raised his head, glanced at the heads of several city-state legions, and replied confidently.

"Since the expedition in December, the Guaquili Legion has defeated the enemy several times before every battle! Scout squads have attacked everywhere, controlling the information of the Tlaxcalans! Even the fortified Water Valley City is under my command. Down~lightnovelpub.net~ Break through from the South City!..."

Hearing the words of the black wolf, the three commanders of the southern city-state army, Mihoti "Yan Yan", Hochikua "Flower Tree", and Moya Hualuo "Pan Python" all showed embarrassment on their faces, not knowing what to do. Open your mouth.

The traditional territories of the Union of Mexica are eleven states. According to the distance from Texcoco Lake, it can be divided into four states in the north, four states in the lake area, and three states in the south. Among them, the four states in the Lake District are now directly under the royal family.

As for the other seven states, although they were affected by the centralization reform and gradually lost their autonomy in the appointment and removal of priests, the payment of tribute and the inheritance of nobles, they still maintained independent city-state legions. These city-state legions are composed of private soldiers of various noble nobles, and the commanders are usually from the most powerful honorable families in the state.

"Feather Geese" Mihoti comes from the largest Southwest Raziko state among the three southern states. "Flower Tree" Hochiku is from the prosperous state of South Sarkop. Uh, as for the "Pan Python" Moyahualuo, he came from the poor and broken state of Watztepec, on the border between the southeastern Union and the Tlaxcala people.

They responded to the king's call during the war, and each led a regiment of 8,000 men into the war, but still maintained the command of their respective city-state legions. As for the performance of the Eastern Expedition in the past few months, it is really hard to say.