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The heavy rain in August poured down, and among the rolling hills, the vast rain curtain was opened. The tears of the rain **** turned into Tianhe, and the roar of the fire **** turned into a boom, entangled from the sky and descended, sweeping the land of the plateau. The hot sun is cloudy, the humidity is hot and rainy, this is the vibrant summer, the Mexican plateau when the rainy season is at its peak.

King Avet, holding a divine scepter, climbed to the head of the tree snake city and looked at the cloud snake mountain city in the north. He looked calm, with a faint smile, and he was a little unwilling to do his best.

Looking around, the four fields are green and all things flourish. Flocks of birds soared in the sky, vultures circled on top of the mountain. The lush forests undulating at the end of the sky, dyed the mountains in the north with a layer of green. The fertile riverside fields are full of weeds more than one meter high, which can even cover the tracks of the samurai.

In the midsummer Tlaxcala Basin, green life is everywhere. However, beneath this surface vitality, it is cold cruelty. In the vast basin, the people of Fusheng disappeared, the rich villages were burned, and the hope of continuation disappeared.

"The villages are burnt out, Ding Zhuang is dead, and the fields are desolate... North Tlaxcala, this year will definitely be a famine! And the nearly 100,000 Tlaxcala remnants who have fled into the mountains will inevitably have insufficient food, and they have to abandon the old and the weak. , everyone eats each other..."

Gillim narrowed his eyes and looked at the mountains to the north, silent. After the Eastern Expedition, the states of Tlaxcala will serve as the fiefs of the Little Highness. If the army can distribute food and lure the Tlaxcala remnants in the mountains, the vitality of the fief can be preserved to a greater extent.

However, in order to conquer Tree Snake City as soon as possible, the North Road army attacked day and night, causing great damage. The two royal legions that served as the main attack suffered a total of 2,000 samurai and 2,000 militiamen. Among the casualties of the samurai, there were even more than 500 bronze armored elites!

The three city-state legions suffered heavy casualties. Including the night attack, three thousand samurai and four thousand militiamen were killed or injured. All together, there are 11,000 casualties, nearly half of them samurai! This short siege was even more tragic than the previous battle of Feathered Serpent City!

"Attack on the strong city, there are so many casualties, all the legions are full of killing intent... If you plead for the people of Tlaxcala, there is no way to open your mouth."

Thinking of this, Gilliam shook his head. As the chief intelligence officer, he knew what the various legions were doing. He also advocates making the best use of people, and doesn't like needless killing. It's just that the heart of the army is like this, and the king has no way to restrain him without opening his mouth.

The casualties of the Northern Route Army were so heavy that after capturing the Tree Snake City, they naturally did not let go. There are more than 20,000 people in the tree snake city. After the city fell, there were only more than 3,000 captured women and children, and one or two thousand gods and warriors as sacrifices. As for the remaining 5,000 warriors, more than 9,000 Ding Zhuang, all turned into corpses, and it is unknown whether they died in the siege or in the washing of the city after the city was broken.

At this point in the Eastern Expedition, two of the four snake cities were slaughtered, and the Tlaxcala tribe went to seven or eight. In the northern state of Tlaxcala, there used to be 400,000 core tribes and 100,000 men who could fight, making it the head of the four states in the north and south. At this moment, the 400,000 tribes were either slaughtered, captured, or scattered and fled. Of the more than 100,000 males, more than 60,000 were killed and nearly 30,000 were captured as sacrifices for the great sacrifice that would come soon...

Below the rough numbers, there is endless blood, complete conquest. And after the Eastern Expedition, the name of the old enemy Tlaxcala will soon sink to the bottom of the Tlax River and be buried by the muddy sand, and it will gradually become unheard of in the world!

"Gilliam."

Avit looked at the mountains to the north, without turning his head or glancing at the grass beneath his feet.

"Kings."

Jilim bowed his head solemnly and put away his thoughts of Piaoyuan. He has seen the grass under his feet, but the grass will not stay in his heart.

"You said, in this Eastern Expedition, did I conquer the Tlaxcalans?"

Avet narrowed his eyes, looked at the faintly visible mountain fortress, and silently clenched his divine scepter.

"Your Majesty. You have conquered the Tlaxcalans! All the tribes who resisted to the end and refused to surrender have been wiped out by the army. And after the great sacrifice of victory, the descendants of the Tlaxcalans will also be removed from the world. disappeared!"

Gilliam saluted respectfully and replied affirmatively.

"Well. It's just that, there are still two snake cities that have not been captured."

Avit nodded slowly, his expression calm. There was not much joy on his face. His icy gaze looked to the east, as if to an endless lake.

"And the Totonaks in the east, and the Mistecs in the southeast, and the Vastecs further south, and the Mayans in the far east... not conquered!"

"Kings..."

Gilliam pursed his lips. He lowered his head, carefully organized the language, and persuaded euphemistically.

"The altar on the top of the mountain is made of solid rocks, built one by one... If you are in a hurry and empty, there is a danger of collapse. The current priority is to stabilize the alliance and control the priests of the capital..."

"Please lead the main force of the royal family as soon as possible, return to the capital city in the lake, and suppress the alliance! ... As for the remaining two mountain cities and hill cities, leave them to His Royal Highness Shurot, who is good at fighting!"

"Well. You're right."

Avit nodded and exhaled faintly. Then he turned and looked south, a smile on his face.

"Calculate the time, the messenger sent should have arrived!"

The king's eyes seemed to have crossed a hundred miles, through the vast and barren Tlaxcala Basin, through the burnt and ruined holy city of Cholula, until the cold and towering Yanfeng Mountain, and came to the endlessly crowded Water Valley City Camp.

Outside the water valley city camp, there is a green field with no end in sight. Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors are stationed here, while hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcala farmers are busy.

The farmland in August is full of vitality, and the tall corn has already pulled out the tassel. It is the season when the growth is the fastest, the growth is the largest, and the fertilizer and water are the most. The land after the fight is always extraordinarily fertile. The military priests who manage Mintun also brought new composting technology. The good growth of corn this season has surprised the old Tlaxcala farmers. Many people began to pray to the Lord God for a good autumn harvest.

At this moment, the king's flag of the black wolf is still erected on the heights of Shuigu City. Shulot sat cross-legged in the hall, staring at the map in front of him.

But after more than two months, time has left traces of change on the young man's face. In his eyes, there was less of a passionate smile and more of a calm deepness. On his face, there was less youthful arrogance and more vicissitudes of calm.

Separation of life and death is unforgettable... There are always some people who are willing to use their lives to make you grow. There is always a love that makes you mature after losing it... There will always be some partings, so that the splendid boyhood will never come back.

Sherlot stretched out his hand and followed the marker on the map, slowly paddling to the south. In his eyes, there was a hint of killing intent, as well as the ruthlessness of a mature commander.

"Bottard, Black Wolf's army, where did they hit?"

Hearing this, Bertard spoke quietly, stretched out his hand under Hua Cong Village, and pointed lightly.

"His Royal Highness, the Black Wolf's Guaquili Legion has already captured Huacong Village and captured more than 4,000 people. The Guaquili Legion and Tlaxcala surrendered their barracks and are repairing in Huacong Village. And the vanguard's canine team, a distance from The important northern town of the Mistecs, the God Stone City Tewakan, is less than a hundred miles away!"

Tehuacan, the city of gods, is the "tehuacán" of later generations. In Nahua, the word means "land of the gods" or "land of stones". In the Mistec language, it is called "an ancient place where the gods dwell, a fertile valley where temples stand".

The valley where the God Stone City is located is the Tehuakan Valley. In this valley, there are not only the ancient gods and stone cities, but also a large number of ancestors' ruins, as well as many small pyramid temples. In fact, this is one of the earliest areas where maize was domesticated, and samples of maize kernels have been unearthed as far back as 3600 BC.

In this era, Shenshi City was the most important city-state in the north of the Mistec people. The Tehuakan Valley is a prosperous valley where tens of thousands of Mistec tribes gather.

"very good!"

Shirot nodded in satisfaction. Then, he thought for a while and asked in a deep voice.

"The rainy season is difficult, and the expedition is not easy... Bertard, tell me the truth! How many casualties of the Black Wolf army after the fall of Huacong Village?"

"His Royal Highness, for two months after the expedition, the casualties of the Guaquili Legion were indeed only 500 people, and they have been made up from the surrendering barracks."

Speaking of this, Bertard paused and lowered his head slightly.

"However, the five thousand Tlaxcala drop barracks in his hands... have almost been consumed."

Hearing this, Shulot frowned and his expression changed suddenly. He pursed his lips and said nothing. After a moment of indifference, his emotions gradually calmed down, and his eyes became indifferent.

"Select 5,000 more people from the captive Tlaxcaladin and send them to the black wolf! Priority is given to warriors who have experience in battle... Tell him that it is the busy season for farming, Mistec. People can't draw too many militia... Continue south, besiege God's Stone City, and set fire to Tewakan Valley!"

"Yes, Your Highness. Follow your will!"

Bertard bowed to his promise, immediately summoned his personal guards, and arranged for a passer-by.

Shulot looked indifferent and continued to look at the map in front of him. His gaze moved westward and stopped at Xiaoliuzhai, a hundred miles south of Sword Road City. After a while, he reached out and pressed it, and ordered again sharply.

"Send the order, let the Yuyan Legion keep an eye on it, don't leave Xiaoliu Village, UU read www.uukanshu.com Thousands of Mistek warriors! When the peak of the rainy season is over, the Imperial Guard Legion will be dispatched and completely unplugged. The nail behind this! Then, the three legions, going south from two roads at the same time, captured the mountain and river city of the Mistec people in one fell swoop!"

Speaking of which, Shirott's eyes became sharp, and his killing intent burned like a flame.

"Since the Mistec people want to play with fire, I will set fire to their ancestral land in the western capital!"

"Your Highness..."

Seeing the killing intent in His Highness's eyes, Bertard pursed his lips and hesitated. In the past two months, His Highness's murderousness has obviously increased a lot... After a few breaths, the loyal samurai chief sighed secretly, bowed his head and obeyed.

"Follow your will!"

In a few words, the strategy of the South Route Army was determined. Shirot continued to look at the map, while Bertard stood around. Both of them were a little lost, and the hall became quiet.

In a high position, the quiet time is always short. Many decisions are concentrated in the highest power, just as water flows to the lower places. After a quarter of an hour, Shield Wetters came from outside the hall, knelt on the ground, and replied loudly.

"Your Highness, there is the king's messenger, coming from the north!"