"Ah this?!..."

Seeing His Majesty's anger, Pan Python Mo Yahualuo trembled all over. With a "pop", he fell to his knees and explained again and again in fear.

"Testimony of the Lord God! Your Highness, the Pan python army fought day and night, killing 3,000 militiamen, and only killed 10,000 Tlaxcala warriors. These Tlaxcala warriors are strong, but none of them are good, they are all of us Mexico. The enemies of the Alliance! They have been fighting with us for decades, and there is a blood feud that cannot be solved!"

"Faced with such an old enemy, according to the alliance's disposal, the males should be slaughtered, and those taller than the short spears should be killed! Then, leave the women to give birth, send the children to the community military school to raise them, and completely change the species! ..Only in this way will this place truly become the land of our Mexicans!"

"Yeah, Captain Pan Python is right! Your Highness, now it's a war of the gods! It's an alliance announced by the supreme king, and it's a battle of the gods to destroy the country announced together by the immortal sun and the lofty high priest!"

Huashu Hochikua's fat face twitched, and he also knelt down. He paid attention to His Highness's expression and spoke cautiously, his words still full of killing intent.

"The Tlaxcala people are rebellious, and the whole people are soldiers. The tribe Ding Zhuang all practice bows and arrows, and they have the protection of mountains and forests! After the army goes north, the food route will pass through this basin. If you don't kill them all, what will you do? Can we ensure the safety of the food route? If the enemy is harassing, how many troops will we have to contain? ... For the victory of the battle of gods, we have to do this! ... "

"Exactly! Your Highness, please calm down your anger."

Yu Yan Mihoti looked at the situation in the tent, and slowly knelt down on one knee, still keeping his back straight. The Feather Goose Legion came from the southwestern state of Raziko, the farthest from the Tlaxcalans, and the hatred was not deep. The samurai disdain to kill civilians as their own merits, so the gains are the least. Mihoti had no regrets in his heart, but he only wanted to advance and retreat together with the other two city-state heads, and then he spoke out an admonishment.

"His Royal Highness, how can you be soft-hearted in the face of the old enemies in the battle of gods, the evil Tlaxcalans? If they have the opportunity, they will kill us Mexicans just as ruthlessly!"

"...Striving for land to fight, killing people and killing people...every slaughtering cities and destroying countries is the Warring States..."

Hearing the defenses of the three legion commanders, Shilot lowered his eyes. Many memories of the past came to my mind, and some were beginning to blur. And the softness he used to be has turned out to be far away and hard to touch.

The world of Central America is only one million square kilometers, but there are at least ten million people. Compared with the Warring States period of the Celestial Dynasty with more than 20 million people, the population of Bangguo was more crowded, and the various ministries fought endlessly, and even a cruel tradition of human sacrifice was born.

The Eastern Expedition was a war of annihilation, and the enemy was the Tlaxcalans. The legions of the various states will move their hands, and there will never be any mercy, and the expedition of the Northern Route Army will only be more tragic. In fact, the Tlaxcalans would never show mercy if they had the chance. In later generations, they followed the Spaniards, and after capturing the capital city in the lake and the Texcoco Lake District, they killed them for several months, almost killing all the Mexican men in the lake area. The slaughter at that time was so tragic that even the always cruel conquerors were shocked.

"call!..."

After thinking for a long time, Shilot sighed softly. His face returned to calm, he looked at the three legion commanders kneeling in a row, and asked in a deep voice.

"The heads you captured were all men?"

"Yes! Your Highness."

The three looked at each other and answered affirmatively. Captured young women were able to weave and have offspring, and were often considered part of the wealth. It was not far from the southern states, and captured women could be brought back to the states as rewards for the warriors. Only men of the right age who have the ability to take up arms and fight will be completely erased...

"Whoo...you all get up!"

Shulot's expression remained the same, he didn't criticize any more, just shook his head gently. Afterwards, his expression was calm, and he talked about information that the three regiments did not know.

"...According to the estimates of the High Priestess, there are 400,000 Tlaxcalans in the state of Tepeyac. Among them, in the eastern part of the city of Tepeyac, that is, the city on the top of the mountain, there are less than 100,000 people. And in this 200-mile fertile basin, there are more than 300,000 people."

The Nahuanese spelling of Tepeyacac ​​is Tepeyacac. Among them, Tepe is short for tepetl "mountain", and yacac ​​is a variant of yacatl "top or tip of the nose". The two together, is "the top of the mountain". Therefore, the city of Tepayakak in the state of Tepayakak is the city on the top of the mountain. From the name, it can be seen that the terrain here is a basin with towering mountains on both sides and sandwiched between the mountains.

"More than 300,000 Tlaxcalans, according to ten people and three people, are just more than 90,000 people, of which only 10,000 warriors are in their early years. The Southern Route Army has killed all the way, and counting your gains, they have already been killed. Forty-five thousand people were strong, and more than 20,000 were captured! And counting the unrecorded raids and looting, and excluding those who died of starvation and fled into the mountains... The Tlaxcala tribe in this area is at most only left. Ten thousand people are strong, more than one hundred thousand women and children are old and weak..."

Having said this, Shilot gave a deep look at the three legion commanders. The army passed by, and it was full of blood along the way. After the attack in March, the "mountain state" of 400,000 people only had more than half of its population at most, and Ding Zhuang was ten to eighty-nine. And this year's war, it is difficult to cultivate. In the spring drought next year, tens of thousands will die again...

Numerous thoughts flashed by. Shirot clenched the scepter in his hand and commanded lightly.

"The army crossed the border, and the slaughter was extremely prosperous. The remaining Tlaxcala tribe is no longer a concern. Go back and tell the city-state legion under you not to kill any more!"

"Ah? Your Highness, these bad Tlaxcala..."

Pan Python Mo Yahualuo had to say more, but Huashu Huoqiku narrowed his eyes and pulled him quietly. Pan Python is still too straight-minded, why should he confront the noble Highness in person? When the legions of the various states are dispersed, they will press the places separately, and how to do it at that time, it is not the meaning of the heads of the regiments.

Yu Yan Mihoti bowed her head slightly, and said no more. The three city-state heads stood up and lowered their heads to face His Highness. They were all silent, and the tent was silent for a while.

With a sullen face, Xiulote looked at Pan Python Mo Yahualuo for a while. His eyes were as real, as if he wanted to see through the other party completely.

The Pan Python Corps is from the state of Oaxtepec, or Oaxtepec. The meaning of the word is "on a high mountain", so it can be referred to as Gaoshanbang.

The Mexica's "Alpine State" of Wattstepec and the Tlaxcala "Mountain State" of Tepeacac directly share the same mountain range and are closely connected. The fighting between the two states lasted for nearly half a century, and one can imagine the depth of hatred in it.

"The Kingdom of the Lake was not long established. The warriors owned land, but lacked serfs and wives and concubines. The Tlaxcalans have a similar language to us, which is a good complement."

Shirot pondered for a moment, and his tone became gentle.

"Let's do it! The Eastern Expedition will continue for a long time. If there are any captured Tlaxcala prisoners, the warriors of the legions can come to the Central Army Camp and trade with the Kingdom of the Lake... and an adult Terra Scaradine is strong, the kingdom is willing to exchange a quahtli for an unlimited number!"

"His Royal Highness, is this true?! An adult Ding Zhuang can exchange for a Quahtli? Unlimited number?!"

Huashu Hochikua's fat face trembled, and his voice trembled a little, completely unbelievable.

A quachtli, quachtli, is a cotton cloth commonly used in the Union size, approximately similar to a piece of cloth in the Celestial Empire. The price of a quahtle, depending on the quality, ranges from 65 to 300 cocoa beans, with an average of 200 cocoa beans. The purchasing power of cocoa beans is about 3 cocoa beans for a turkey egg, or a tortilla. Ordinary civilian warriors only eat two meals a day, two tortillas per meal. As for the price of a pound of Jinsha, it is less than 400 cocoa beans, usually no more than two pieces of cloth.

And an adult Ding Zhuang can exchange for a quahtli, which is equivalent to half a catty of golden sand!

Even in the capital city in the lake where the slave price is the highest~lightnovelpub.net~, an adult female slave who can serve can only change two or three pieces of cloth, and the quantity required is very limited. Whenever the war began, and a large number of prisoners poured into the capital, the price of slaves plummeted, even lower than the price of a quahtle. If it cannot be sold, the slave owner is also responsible for the daily meals of the slaves. Otherwise, if you starve to death, you will not be able to recover any capital, or even lose money.

Now the army is marching east, and the Tlaxcalans are everywhere, everywhere. It only takes two days for the city-state warriors to capture the enemy's captives and send them to the Chinese army camp, then the real treasure will be in hand! There is hardly any risk in this, and there is no need to subsidize food, only a lot of benefits. For the heads of the states, being able to sell captives at this price is simply a waste of money!

Hearing such a promise, Pan Python Mo Yahualuo also opened his eyes wide and looked at the generous Highness. His eyes flashed, and greed surged in his heart.

"If the captives can be sold to make money, the hatred between the city-state and the Tlaxcalans is not something that can't be put aside... Anyway, the Tlaxcalans are going to the Kingdom of the Lake as slaves, and they don't have the chance to join forces with the city-state. For the enemy. And the city-state has been too hard over the years..."

"Yeah! With such a bad guy, we can recruit thousands of militiamen from the state to capture the prisoners and sell them for money..."