The mountains are verdant, extending from east to west, like the double shells of shellfish, leaving only the narrow mouth of the valley in the northeast. At this moment, the hot wind came from the south, crossed the bright red camp at Taniguchi, and drifted towards the vast mountains on both sides. On the mountains of the Mixtec Highlands, there are towering Jacaranda trees (Jada) and cuetyochiti (cuetyochiti), also known as poinsettia, all over the mountains.

"In spring, blue flowers fall from the clouds. In autumn, red flowers bloom on the ground. They are all alive, avoiding the hot summer!"

The summer wind blows, bringing a strong fishy smell like the fragrance of flowers. Bloody blossoms spread out inside and outside the mountain pass. Rich the woodpecker was covered in blood, standing on the wall at the mouth of the valley. His eyes were red, but a little dazed, like a woodpecker about to fall asleep, or a coyote that just opened its eyes.

"The priest of the rain **** taught us, the ancient people of the rain, not to cut down a tree in the hot season. Because the sap of the tree will flow, tormenting the spirit of the tree... I have followed the rain **** Instruction, that is holy me!"

The land of Mixtec is called Nyuu Dzahui (??uu Dzahui), which means "the land of the rain god". The Mixtecs themselves are called New Savi (??uuSavi), that is, "people in the rain". The People of the Rain believe in gods and believe that everything has animism. In daily prayers, they will put "I" at the end of the prayer. This is to follow the ancient teachings, to express sacredness and reverence.

"However, the hot summer is the season of death. The spring flowers are gone, and the autumn flowers are not blooming. The boundless flowers of death bloom in the valley blessed by the rain god. Because the **** is also dead..."

Rich the woodpecker murmured, his face was flushed after the fight. In his right hand he held a red-dyed copper axe, and in his left hand he held the head of "Yunshui" Achingo, the leader of the Shenshui tribe. The head opened its eyes wide, and its face was full of anger, unwillingness and despair. At this moment, drops of blood fell from Rich's hands at the same time, fell on the wall under his feet, and soaked the entire camp in front of him.

Looking around, the fence of the camp was split by a copper axe, and the wooden wall was full of spears and arrows, and several gaps were broken. Layers upon layers of corpses fell at the gap in the wall. The corpses of warriors and militiamen were entangled indiscriminately, twisted into different postures, and trampled into a ball tightly by countless feet, no longer distinguishable from each other.

Hundreds of Shenshicheng warriors who surrendered were rummaging through piles of corpses all over the camp with red eyes. As long as they saw the still-dead Shenshuibu warriors, they would mercilessly aim at the fragile necks and stab out the worn stone spears in their hands. In the past two hours, the soldiers of the Shenshui Department also stabbed their comrades to death without any hesitation.

The **** smell became more intense, blending with the fragrance of summer flowers, even a little sweet. A faint pool of blood was flowing from the heights of the camp to the lowlands in the north and south. From a distance, the entire red camp looks like a blooming red flower of Mixtec, the delicate and charming Quitra Ochiti.

To the north of the wall are thousands of warriors from the Mexica Army. In the middle of the army formation, the flag of the black wolf was flying. In the front row of the army formation, there are hundreds of spears with hideous and terrifying heads stuck on them. More than a hundred headless corpses knelt under the spears, drawing another dead flower with the warm blood of the rout soldiers.

On the south side of the wall, more than a thousand Mixtec soldiers were chasing southward, chasing and killing the scattered Shenshuibu soldiers. The number of fighters on both sides is roughly equal, but one side is screaming, howling, and waving spears, like a pack of wounded fierce wolves; while the other side is crying, howling, and throwing down its hunting bow, like a herd of cowardly fleeing deer .

It's hard to imagine that just an hour ago, the same two groups of people were fighting in the camp, spears stabbed each other, the warriors fell one after another, and the corpses accumulated over the wall. The huge "wolf pack" was once defeated, but was forced by a more ferocious jaguar. Under the leadership of the leader of the woodpecker, he burst out with courage and beheaded the leader of the enemy.

But now, when the victor was decided in the brutal fight, the "herd of deer" collapsed in an instant, and completely lost its resistance. In the following battle, there was only one-sided massacre left. As a result, the intertwined warm red bloomed in the south of Taniguchi, and slowly spread, turning into another dead flower bush.

"It's the flower of death, and the blood of the Mixtecs...all of it!"

Rich the woodpecker stood motionless, looking with foggy eyes over the fertile valleys of the south. The corn harvest is in sight, and the fields are full of fragrance. The crowd fled in the farmland, trampled on the hope of harvest, and fell down with the corn. The descendants who were chasing and killing ran very fast, and the young men who were engulfing them were even faster than the warriors in Shenshi City. And at this moment, they are no longer the pious and obedient people of the rain, but armed with weapons, converted to the coyotes of the Mexica **** of war.

Not long after, when the evening sun set to the west, sporadic fires ignited from the village of Shenshuibu. In the warm summer wind, there was a faint cry, and a woman's mournful cry.

Woodpecker Rich lowered his eyes and did not speak. He knew that after tonight, the Tehuacan Shenshui Department, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, claims to be descendants of gods, and has more than 10,000 mouths, will cease to exist. And all of this was done by him, by the Mixtec soldiers who surrendered!

"Woo~woo~ Rain God...I implore you...to save...ah!"

Hearing the cries in the wind, the warriors of Shenshicheng, who were killing with red eyes, finally regained some sense. Warrior Captain Nuu (??uu) held a spear and came to Battalion Commander Rich. He glanced at the leader's head in Rich's hand, and thought of the bravery of the other party in battle, he restrained his killing intent a little. Nuu lowered his spear and lowered his head.

"Big Bird, the head of the Mexica Legion said that the trophies of the Shenshui Department belong to us!"

The warrior captain Nuwu raised his head and looked at the wolf flag in the north in awe. The powerful Mexica army formation in the north did not move at all, and did not make any moves to fight for the spoils. Seeing this, strong longing appeared in his reddish eyes, and he swallowed his saliva.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the generous commander of the Mexica Legion! The Shenshui Department occupies the Shenquan, and has always been very rich. Their descendants of the gods are high above, and they never look down at the ordinary tribal people...Boss, the pioneer warriors We are having a good time, let's go there quickly! Haha, I have never tasted the taste of the Holy Maiden who guards the spring!..."

"Holy tears of the rain god, revered holy maiden who guards the spring..."

Hearing this, Rich the woodpecker suddenly opened his eyes. With a complex expression, he stared at the calm warrior captain Nuwu for a long time.

Nuwu's face was ruthless, and greed was shining in his eyes. When he mentioned the supreme Rain God, all the reverence and fear he had had had disappeared. And what was left was the wildness like a wolf, just as he broke free from the shackles of the people in the rain, he revealed the ferocity of the wasteland.

"Big bird head?"

"Nuu...palms in the rain..."

Woodpecker Rich called out in a low voice. Nuu (??uu) means "rain tree", the tree in the rain. From the common name "tree", it can be seen that Nuwu should be a warrior from a small tribe. The title of "Rain" was probably obtained from the priests of the tribe because of his bravery.

In the ancient and traditional Mixtec society, no matter how good an ordinary warrior like this is at fighting, if he can win the title of "Rain" and lead dozens of people, he is already at his peak. Throughout his life, most of his marriages were with ordinary minor nobles, and he barely squeezed into the upper class of the tribe. As for the high-ranking, naturally extraordinary woman of God-descendence, there is no need to even think about it...

"Nuwu, in today's battle, the Mexica were pressing down on our battalion, attacking desperately forward, half a step back would be death. More than a thousand people were killed in the battalion head of 3,000 people, and it was finally over. Destroyed the Shenshui Ministry!...The fight is so tragic, are you still willing to continue fighting for the Mexica?"

"Um?"

Hearing this, warrior captain Nuwu shrank his pupils and looked around vigilantly. There are only a few dozen people around, all of whom are trusted warriors. Nuwu breathed a sigh of relief, and asked solemnly in a low voice.

"Boss Rich, what do you... mean? Any plans?"

"...Although the Shenshui tribe is rebellious, it is also an ancient tribe in the valley. They have guarded the spring for generations and passed on the teachings of the rain god. Although we people in the rain conquer each other, we will never be like the Mexica. , Exterminate the inheritance of divinity, sacrifice all the descendants of the gods, and even slaughter the noble priests!..."

Woodpecker Rich pursed his lips, speaking in a low voice. He was born as a minor noble in the tribe, and although he was not a descendant of God, he also accepted the teachings of the priests. At this point in his fate, the temple in his heart has gradually collapsed, but the traditions of the Mixtec nobles still remain. It is the cognition of the gods, the tribe, and the subconscious recognition and obedience to the order of superiority and inferiority.

Warrior Captain Nuu thought for a while, but didn't quite understand what Battalion Commander Rich meant. He glanced at the flames in the south, suppressed the surging desire in his heart, and asked cautiously.

"...Boss, there is... still a connection between you and Shenshicheng?"

In Nuwu's view, no matter how powerful and invincible the Mexica army is, it will eventually leave. And for surrendered soldiers like them, if they have the opportunity and a way out, they can stay in their hometown, which is also a choice. Of course, the premise is that there is a way out, and they will not settle accounts after the fall and liquidate the blood on their hands.

"...No."

Woodpecker Rich was silent for a moment, then shook his head. The Patriarch Blue Snake Guku was killed outside the city, Shenshi City lost three thousand elites, and also lost the Yunzhong Temple. These days, the chiefs in the city must have been scared out of their wits, and the troops in their hands were very limited. They just defended wholeheartedly, waiting for reinforcements from other city-states, and no longer cared about the tribes outside the city, let alone Goulian's surrender.

"Then, could it be that Yunshan City in the south gave you a promise?"

Hearing this, Rich the woodpecker was silent again and shook his head. He knew that the reinforcements from Yunshan City had already arrived in this area, and he had encountered the opponent's scouts in the mountains. It's just that the number of opponents is very small, and they dare not go north, and they are very vigilant and hate the surrendered soldiers.

"...nor."

"Damn! What else do you say?"

Warrior Captain Nuu stomped his foot and raised his spear again. He glanced at the head of the woodpecker coldly, curled his lips in disdain.

"Big bird head! In the Mixtec Legion in Shenshi City, you were just a Rain God warrior leading a hundred men, and I was just an ordinary leader of twenty! But now, in the martial Mexica Legion, you are The battalion captain of 3,000 men, I am also the warrior captain of 200 men!"

"In God's Stone City, the descendants of the gods sit on high pedestals and don't look at us directly. But with the Mexica Legion, we can trample the descendants of the gods under our feet and the noble ladies under our bodies! Even, this is just the beginning! The Tlaxcala warriors in the army surrendered very early, and many of them were drawn into the regular army of Mexica because of their military exploits, and they were granted titles for the same military exploits!..."

"...Boss, we are all ants in the rain now. After leaving the nest, there is no retreat! If we can live a day, we can live a day to our heart's content! If we die in battle, the rain **** doesn't want us, so we will Go to the God of War!...Aww!..."

After calling this call, Captain Nuwu ran towards the village of Shenshuibu with his **** spear in hand without looking back. As he ran, he howled like a wolf. Under the red sunset, on the blood-colored field, he ran towards the red fire.

Dozens of Shenshicheng warriors followed him, howling excitedly and wildly. They couldn't wait, and rushed to the village of the Shenshui tribe, like tigers and wolves rushing to their prey.

Watching this scene, Woodpecker Rich was in a daze. He looked at the dim mountains on both sides, at the blood red blooming front and back, and at the gradually boiling killing and flames.

"Where am I? Is this the rich and orderly Mixtec Highland that has been passed down for three thousand years? Or is it the legendary desolate, vast, wild and cruel northern wasteland?..."

The sunset is slowly setting, and the sunset glow is spreading in the sky. In the dilapidated Yamaguchi camp after the war, there were only dozens of Mixtec personal guards left. Other warriors and militiamen disappeared into the southern valleys, joining in the unrestrained plunder. The surrender battalion has not been established for a long time, and the only ones who are truly loyal to the battalion commander Rich and can withstand the killing desire are these dozens of personal guards. The guards looked at each other, and after waiting for a long time, someone finally spoke.

"Battalion Commander? Us?..."

"Huh! ~ Aww!..."

Richie took a long breath and howled like a wolf. He seemed to want to shout out all the soul in his chest, and inhale a new wolf soul. Then, he pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

"Let's go too!"

"Ah? Battalion Commander, that's the north!"

"Well~lightnovelpub.net~ Let's go and see the commander of the Mexica. I have some suggestions for the reorganization of the army, and I want to mention them. But in this army, the only one who really has the final say is the black Commander Wolf alone! As for you, if you want to go to the south to plunder, you can go by yourself."

"..."

The guards looked at each other, their footsteps hesitated. But in the end, they still held their weapons and followed the brave and somewhat different battalion commander. Behind them, the setting sun fell into the sky, and the bright red was drowned in darkness, covering up the killing of the Mixtecs, and the frantic flames of the south gradually disappeared behind the camp.

Soon, little bonfires appeared in front of them. The patrolling warriors wore armor and held bronze soldiers, carrying the unique chill of the Mexica. A dark wolf flag fluttered in the night wind.

The black giant wolf held its head high and stood alone, looking up at the moonlight in the sky and looking down at the new firelight under its feet. In the eyes of this black wolf, there is no remnant enemy stubbornly defending in the north, nor the so-called killing in the south. It just follows the will of the sun in the west and looks towards the east where the moon rises.

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