Outside Mizugu City, in the coach's tent, there was a sense of solemnity and silence. The light wind blew, and it seemed to bring a few distant peasant shouts, and it also carried a faint smell of burning waste. This is the taste of spring ploughing and the hope of autumn harvest.

Shulot sat cross-legged on the carpet and looked at Miwa, the sweaty bodyguard a few steps away in front of him. He smiled and asked in a deep voice.

"Miwa, you said just now that the black wolf has something to bring to me?"

"Yes! Chief Death God."

The red-haired guard Miwa stood in the center of the tent. He looked at the Great Chief Death God, and nodded solemnly.

"I didn't stop all the way, I ran to your tent, just to speak for Chief Black Wolf!"

Hearing this, Shulot was very interested and asked with a smile.

"Oh? What?"

Miwa raised his head and looked at the western sky. He imitated the posture of the black wolf, clenching a fist on his chest with one hand and hanging the other on his leg, and suddenly laughed loudly.

"...Haha! I, Toltec, the black wolf, captured the Mountaintop City in just one day!"

"...cough, cough, cough!"

Seeing this vivid scene, Xiulote was stunned for a moment, and even made two "coughs" before he almost didn't laugh out loud. Then, he raised the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and asked again.

"How many casualties did the legion have in conquering the mountaintop city? How many were killed and how many were captured?"

"Uh..."

Miwa was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. As soon as the Legion captured Mountain Peak City, he jumped off the top of the city and ran for 140 miles for two consecutive days before arriving at the camp outside Shuigu City. When he left, the battle was not over yet. As for the exact number of casualties and how many were captured, who knows?

"Uh!... Chief Death God, our casualties are not large. Probably, more than a thousand soldiers, two hundred legion soldiers?"

Miwa thought about it for a while, and gave an estimate based roughly on the experience of the tribe's wars.

"...I shot a headman, and the defenders at the head of the city were in chaos. Then the head of the black wolf took us and captured the head of the city. After that, he asked me to come back and spread the word... I'm leaving. At that time, the enemy's tribe has completely collapsed, and the casualties of the warriors will not increase much... As for the number of people captured, it will be thousands, many, many!"

"okay!"

Shuluo nodded, his expression did not change. In three or four days at most, more accurate information will naturally come from the Black Wolf. He pondered for a while, looked at the red-haired warrior in front of him, and asked carefully.

"Miva, do you think the Tlaxcalans are easy to fight?"

"Great Chief, if it's in the wild, it's a good fight!"

Miwa scratched his head and replied naively.

"We have armor, bows, bronze beasts, and wooden beasts. When we meet in the wild, the warriors shoot a few rounds of arrows and charge again, and the enemy's militia will probably collapse. Their morale is very low, and they are impatient to fight in the wild. Yes... but if you attack such a high stone city, you will suffer a lot of casualties. On the city wall, there are tribal armor-piercing warriors leading the way, as well as the headmen and priests to inspire, and those militiamen can last for a long time. They are very numerous, and they shoot arrows and throw stones, causing casualties to the warriors..."

"...When we fought the Water Valley City before, a lot of tribal warriors died. The warriors from both sides were entangled, like burning firewood, and they burned out with a bang!"

"Well, you're right."

Shirot nodded calmly. The two armies fought, and the bottom was attacking the city. The casualties of the siege were too tragic. He thought for a moment, looked at Miwa's simple and honest face, and asked in a deep voice.

Thinker

"So many soldiers have been killed and wounded. Are there any voices of dissatisfaction among the legion? How is the morale of the soldiers?"

"Uh... dissatisfied? Morale?"

Miwa raised his head and looked at the Great Chief of Death carefully, hesitating and hesitating.

"That...what...there is no dissatisfaction...just some hatred. As long as the Legion captures Stone City, kills the chiefs, grabs a lot of property, and...just be happy, the soldiers will be back again. Can rush to kill!"

"Ok..."

Shirot nodded slowly and did not speak. He has a rough idea in his heart, and the morale of the legion can still be maintained.

In this era, after attacking a fortified city and paying huge casualties, the soldiers must vent. And the more intense the enemy resists, the more severe the retaliation that follows. As for religious beliefs, it just allows the warriors to withstand higher casualties without letting them show mercy.

"Okay, Miwa, let's go! Eat some meat and drink some wine. After today, you will give me an order to the Black Wolf, and let him transport all the prisoners as soon as possible and evacuate the mountain top city! "

"Okay! Listen to you, Warchief!"

Miwa nodded heavily, and quickly left the tent door.

Shirot glanced at the back of the red-haired warrior and smiled to himself.

"Well, I'm simple-minded, I'm used to fighting, and I'm familiar with archery... The wasteland dogs are really good sources of soldiers! I need to send some more people to recruit some tribes from the wasteland to supplement the battle losses of the legion!"

The young king stood up and looked at the direction of Dongfang Mountain City. Then, he turned to the north, looked at the mountains and valleys at the end of the sky, and thought.

Four days later, the second group of messengers came from the mountaintop city. The black wolf plundered the army for two days, and then gathered the army. In this battle, as Miwa said, the legion suffered 1,500 casualties, 300 main soldiers, killed more than 3,000 warriors and militiamen defending the city, and captured more than 4,000 soldiers.

Ten days later, the second group of messengers came to announce the good news and brought the first group of prisoners back. After a day of repairing, the black wolf scattered the legion and divided it into a small team of 200 people familiar to the canines.

Dozens of teams looted within a hundred miles around, capturing Tlaxcala prisoners! In five or six days, more than 15,000 young men and women were captured. All the prisoners together, there are more than 20,000 people, and they are returning in a steady stream!

Shulot sits in Water Valley City, while receiving prisoners of war from various legions, while transferring to the southern waterway. The three city-state legions were scattered and captured throughout the two southern states, and now more than 10,000 people have been captured. The Feather Goose Legion even broke into the outskirts of the holy city of Cholula several times, where they captured the valuable Ding Zhuang population.

By mid-May, the total number of Tlaxcala prisoners captured by the Southern Route Army had exceeded 80,000! And the population transferred to the hinterland of the kingdom has reached 20,000!

Under the water valley city, a large area of ​​corn has been sown, and new fields are still being cultivated. Uneasy, the Tlaxcala captives continued to sow kidney beans under the supervision of the Mexica warriors.

Cholula's messengers came wave after wave, but the king remained as steady as Mount Tai and refused to meet him. Until the end of May, several scouts came from the east in a hurry, bringing urgent information.

"The looted Guageli squad met a Mistec scout 50 miles south of the hilltop city and fought each other! And eighty miles south of the hilltop city, in the Mistec flower village ~lightnovelpub.net~ Thousands of troops suddenly increased!"

Hearing this news, Shulot was shocked. He immediately unfolded the map and looked to the south of the mountaintop city.

To the south are the rolling hills, and the passage connecting the mountains. Eighty miles south of the mountain, there is a military village of the Mistec, Xo Hochtland. Among them, "xochitl" is "flower", "" is many, together, it is "the place with many flowers", Huacong Village. This military village, just south of the mountain top city, threatens the South Road Legion again!

"The Mistec..."

Shulot frowned, the killing intent in his heart kept accumulating. Along the Huacong Village to the southwest, draw a straight line, as well as Xiaoliu Village and Nizhu Village... The three Mistec military villages have increased their troops by thousands, threatening the side of the South Road Legion, and constantly restraining the army. The strength of the army is really on the back!

The young king closed his eyes and thought silently for a long time. After a while, he calmly spoke to the samurai chief.

"Bottard, you go and invite Cholula's messenger, Priest-Elder Wizier!"

Speaking of this, a confident smile appeared on the king's face. He looked north again and smiled faintly.

"It's time to have a good talk with the messenger of Cholula!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

Bertard saluted respectfully. However, before going out, he rarely said one more sentence.

"Your Highness."

"Ok?"

"The priests and elders of Cholula are all cunning old foxes...don't believe it."

"The sly old fox..."

Xiulote pursed his lips, pondered for a while, and then nodded solemnly.

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