Remember [New] in a second! There is a feast in the tent, and the bamboo flute is played. The fire is shining in the eyes, and the fragrance diffuses in the tip of the nose. All the generals were full and half drunk, and it was time for dancing and singing.

According to the tradition of the alliance, after a great victory, the warriors will dance war dances, sing hymns, and pray for the noble tribal leaders. Well, this custom is probably like the aristocrats of the Shang Dynasty who held soldiers and danced the big scorpion dance to sacrifice to Chengtang. Or like the spring hunting of the emperor of Liao, he held a head fish feast and asked the female chiefs of all ministries to perform dances.

"Xisok, Stanley is not here, the generals in the tent should be led by you... let's start with you!"

Avet looked around at the generals, smiled faintly, and first called the deputy head of the Eagle Noble Squadron, his in-law Xiu Suoke. Xiusoke nodded respectfully and stood up. He has a fat figure, his chin is double-folded, and his smile is simple and honest, he doesn't look like a warrior at all. In fact, during this Northern Expedition, Xiu Suoke did not hold military power, but was in charge of the logistics of the army and the transfer of food supplies.

"...I fought in the south of the city, and I fought and died in the north of the city!

The corpse was exposed to the wild, attracting crows to peck at it.

I smiled at the crows and said, please cry a few times for the warriors!

Dumb! ...

Died in the wild, needing no burial,

Die for God, soul goes to the Kingdom of God.

And our corpses will be freely given to you!

Dumb! ..."

Xiu Suoke raised his head slightly, looking towards the west of his hometown. He opened his arms like a dancing fat crow, sang desolate and mournful poems, and even made death crows, just like a poet.

This willingness to intersect death with generosity is most admired by the warriors of the Alliance. After hearing this, all the generals were a little moved. It seems that although the deputy head of the eagle battle group is not good at fighting, he is an excellent poet.

Avit was a little surprised. He nodded, appreciative expression on his face.

"Xusoke, what is the name of this poem?"

"Cough... this poem is called "War City South". I saw the warriors attacking Feather Snake City, and the corpses fell like rain, and they couldn't even be submerged, so I felt something in my heart and wrote it yesterday!"

Without blushing or heart beating, Xiusoke answered frankly. This confident and thick-skinned expression really has a bit of a poet's true biography.

"Well, not bad, not bad! Come, drink this cup to the brim!"

Avit raised his glass and drank with his in-laws.

"To the warriors who died in battle!"

"Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the warriors!"

All the generals raised their glasses together and drank heavily, and the atmosphere became lively.

After finishing his drink, Xiu Suoke bowed his head and saluted, then returned to the table with a full stomach. With a gloomy expression, he sighed slightly, pondering in his heart.

"Hey. I'm in the capital, it's not easy to gain a foothold as a warrior, so I have to resign myself to being an outstanding poet... Well, the poems my son wrote when he was a child are all neatly collected, and there are still many available... .”

"Casar, next, it's your turn!"

Avit sat cross-legged, smiling and looking at the Deputy Marshal of the North Route Army, Commander Kasar. Regarding the qualifications of the generals in the account, Kasar is actually the most profound, but it is a pity that he followed the wrong king before and did not have a good son, so he wasted a long time.

"Yes, High King!"

Kasar stood up respectfully and saluted the king first. Then, he squatted down a little bit, vigorously with his hands and feet, danced the ancient warrior dance, and sang a long-standing sacrificial poem.

"...Holy Lord God shines on the Deity,

Those at the top will go their own way.

This road is full of fights and journeys!

...the supreme king sits on his throne,

Flapping frozen wings in the clouds,

Let the flames fall from the heights of the sky!

...he will wage war, he will subdue the peoples,

Gu Wei

He sent fire down upon the world, and wrathed where the dust was flying!

...fire and thunder, war and death,

He is the descendant of the sun incarnate, the holy King of Mexica!

..."

Hearing Kasar's poem, the expressions on the faces of all the generals became subtle. This inherited poem originally sang the praises of war gods and warriors, but now it has been revised to become the king's hymn.

"Ha ha!"

Avit laughed out loud, with a cheerful expression on his face. He looked at Kasar who was struggling to dance, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, Casar, you have a heart! Come and have a drink with me!"

"Thank the king for the wine!"

Kasar knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply. Afterwards, he took the drink and drank it carefully, not letting any of it leak out. After the defeat of the former king Tisok, he was imprisoned at home, lost all military power, and stayed there for six full years! It wasn't until this Eastern Expedition that he finally gained the trust of King Avit and was able to recover.

These six years of encounters were enough to smooth out all edges and corners, turning a proud god-born commander into a cautious king's eagle dog.

"Well, 'Hua Diao' Chilto, 'Dead Dog' Kiki Mickey! Come, dance for me together!"

Hearing the call, the young and strong "Hua Diao" and "Dead Dog" stood up at the same time, fisted in their chests, and saluted the king. In Nahua, chiltototl means "colored bird of prey"; chichimicqui means "hound of death", well, dead dog.

Both of them are royal warriors who have been promoted over the years, each commanding a royal army of 8,000 people, and they are the real "hawk dogs" of the king! Although they were all from minor aristocratic backgrounds, in terms of loyalty to the king, they were definitely the highest among the generals in the big account.

"Supreme King, we are willing to die for you! Roar!"

"Hua Diao" and "Dead Dog" roared together, then rolled up their battle clothes, revealing their thick and powerful arms. Then, the two fought fiercely with each other while dancing a hasty battle dance.

"...a bright red flower that blooms on the battlefield.

Sacrificial flowers bloom on the battlefield,

The flowers of the bonfire bloom on the battlefield! ...

our only flower,

It is the flower of war that blooms,

Bloom in death and burn everything in the world!

..."

The passionate samurai singing, accompanied by heavy footsteps, echoed in the big tent. Everyone watched the fierce fighting dance and listened to the heroic and brave singing, their eyes were full of excitement.

"...Nahua Gods!..."

Seeing the continuous battle dance in the tent and listening to the poems praising war and death, the leader of the priests, Petel, lowered his head slightly and quietly clenched his sleeves tightly.

"These barbaric and aggressive Aztecs from the wilderness!...Hey! Chichimec, Toltec...the barbarians outside the city, after all, overwhelmed the civilized people inside the city..."

The original meaning of "Chichimaker" ~lightnovelpub.net~ is a group of barbarians wandering outside the city. The "Toltecs" are the civilized ethnic groups in the city. As for "Aztec", it is naturally also a derogatory term for the wilderness tribe, "the barbarians from Aztlan".

"Good! Very good!"

Avit looked happy, watching the dance of his warriors, enjoying the power in his hands! He watched for a long time, until the two generals were out of breath and covered in sweat, then he laughed and praised.

"Come, my brave eagle dogs, have a drink with me and enjoy the moment!"

"Yes, High King!"

"Hua Diao" and "Dead Dog" stopped their battle dance, knelt down on their knees respectfully, and paid respects. Then, they took the wine handed over by the king himself, and drank it in one gulp, even the skirts of their clothes were wet.

"Good! Good! Drink again!"

Avit cheered twice, and handed the two generals a glass of wine before letting them back down. Then, without changing his smile, he looked at the four honorable nobles, the chiefs of the city-state legion.

"'Sourwood' Yotico, 'Reed' Sintel, "Gapkin" Pacho, and "Mountain" Izel. Four of you, who will come first?"