There was a feast in the tent, and the bamboo flute was blown. The fire gleamed in the eyes, and the aroma diffused on the tip of the nose. When the generals were full and half-drinking, it was time to dance and sing.

According to Alliance tradition, after a great victory, the warriors danced battle dances, sang hymns, and prayed for the honorable tribal chief. Well, this custom is probably like the Shang Dynasty aristocrats holding soldiers and dancing Dahuo Wuwu to worship the soup. Or like the emperor of the Liao Dynasty, who held a fish feast in spring, and asked the female chiefs of all tribes to perform dances.

"Xu Suoke, Stanley is not here, all the generals in the tent should be headed by you... Let's start with you!"

Avit looked around the generals, smiled faintly, and called the deputy head of the Eagle Noble Chapter, his in-law Xiusoke. Husock nodded respectfully and stood up. He was fat, his chin was folded twice, and his smile was simple and honest, and he couldn't see the appearance of a samurai at all. In fact, in this northern expedition, Xiusok did not have military power, but was in charge of the army's logistics and the transfer of food supplies.

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

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

I laughed to the crows, please cry out for the warriors!

Dumb Dumb! ...

To die in the wild without burial,

Die for God, and go to the kingdom of God.

And our corpses will be freely given to you!

Dumb Dumb! ..."

Husok raised his head slightly, looking towards the west of his hometown. With his arms outstretched like a dancing fat crow, he sings desolate and sad poems, and also utters the crow of death, just like a poet.

This intention of death and generosity is most admired by the warriors of the Alliance. After listening to the audience, they were all moved. It seems that the deputy commander of the Eagles, although not good at fighting, is an excellent poet.

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

"Huosoke, what's the name of this poem?"

"Cough... This poem is called "Battle City South". I saw that the warriors attacked Feathered Serpent City, and the corpses fell like rain, and they didn't even drown, so I felt it and wrote it yesterday!"

Husok answered calmly without blushing or heartbeat. This confident and cheeky look really has a bit of a poet's true heritage.

"Well, yes, yes! Come on, drink up this cup!"

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

"Respect the warriors who died in battle!"

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

All the generals raised their glasses together and drank heavily, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

After Xiusok finished drinking, he bowed his head and bowed before returning to the seat with a sullen stomach. He looked melancholy, sighed slightly, and pondered in his heart.

"Hey. People in the capital can't stand as a samurai, so they have to reluctantly and be an outstanding poet... Well, the poems that my son wrote when he was a child are all neatly collected, and there are many more available... ."

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

Avet sat cross-legged, smiled and looked at the deputy marshal of the Northern Route Army, commander Kassar. In terms of the qualifications of the generals in the account, Casal is actually the most profound, but unfortunately, he was with the wrong king before, and he didn't have a good son, so it took a long time.

"Yes, High King!"

Kassar stood up respectfully and bowed first to the king. Then, he squatted down a little, and with the strength of his limbs, he danced the ancient warrior dance and sang an ancient sacrificial poem.

"...the Holy Lord God shines upon the gods,

Those who are high above will go their own way.

This road is full of fights and journeys!

... the supreme king sits high upon the throne of God,

Frozen wings fluttering in the clouds,

Let the flames fall from the heights of the sky!

...he will wage war, he will conquer all nations,

He let flames come down on earth, and he rages in the dusty places!

...fire and thunder, war and death,

He is the god-born incarnation of the sun, the holy king of Mexica!

..."

Hearing Casal's poems, the expressions on the faces of the generals became subtle. This inherited poem, which originally sang the gods of war and samurai, has now been revised and has become a hymn to the king.

"Ha ha!"

Avett laughed and looked cheerful. He looked at Kasar, who was dancing hard, and nodded with satisfaction.

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

"Thank the king for the wine!"

Casal got down on one knee and gave a deep salute. Afterwards, he took the wine and drank it carefully, so as not to let any wine leak out. After the defeat of the former King Tisok, he was imprisoned at home and lost all military power for six years! It was not until this expedition that he finally gained the trust of King Avet and was able to recover.

These six years of encounters are enough to smooth out all the edges and corners, turning a arrogant God-born commander into a careful king eagle dog.

"Well, 'Flower' Chilto, 'Dead Dog' Chichimitch! Come, dance for me together!"

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

Both of them are royal warriors who have been promoted over the years, and they each command a royal legion of 8,000 people. They are the real "eagle dogs" of the king! Although they were all from minor nobles, in terms of their loyalty to the king, they were definitely the highest among the generals in the big tent.

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

"Hua Diao" and "Dead Dog" roared in unison, then rolled up their battle clothes, revealing their thick and powerful arms. Then, the two danced a rapid war dance while fighting each other fiercely.

"...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,

is the blooming flower of war,

Bloom in death and burn everything in the world!

..."

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

"...Nava gods!..."

Seeing the continuous battle dances in the tent and listening to the poems praising war and death, the priest chief Petel lowered his head slightly and clenched his sleeves quietly.

"These savage and aggressive Aztecs from the wasteland!...Hey! Chichimek, Toltec...the barbarians outside the city, after all, overwhelm the civilized people in the city..."

The original meaning of "Chichimek" was the savage tribes wandering outside the city. The "Toltec" is a civilized ethnic group in the city. As for the "Aztec", it is naturally a contempt for the wasteland tribe, "the barbarians from Aztlan".

"Good! Very good!"

Avit looked happy, watching the dance of the warriors under his command, enjoying the power in his hands! He watched for a long time, until the two generals were panting and sweating, and then he laughed and praised.

"Come on, my brave eagle dogs, meet me and enjoy the moment!"

"Yes, High King!"

"Hua Diao" and "Dead Dog" stopped the war dance, kneeled on their knees respectfully, and paid homage. Then, they took the wine that the king personally handed over and drank it in one gulp, even the front of their clothes was wet.

"Good! Good! Drink again!"

Avit applauded twice, and then 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 commanders of the city-state legion.

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