The river is vast, and the spring rain is pattering. The Tulsas River came from the east, witnessed the coming and going of the Mexica fleet, and also witnessed the spring plowing of various ministries along the way.

At the end of the long river, in the desolate Tlaxcala Basin in the east, black smoke gradually rises from burning wasteland. But within a few days, the smoke from the bird quickly dissipated in the spring rain. The old weeds and shrubs were burned away by the wildfires, revealing the fertile fields that were moistened by rain and dew, waiting to be plowed.

The long river flows quietly through the land of Tlaxcala. In the mountains of the four states, every day, the old and weak of the fleeing tribes came out and surrendered to the Mexica army outside the mountains. They have no food to last until next spring. They also couldn't give up the farmland of hope and fled into the mountains again. They can only obediently obey orders and become tribesmen controlled by the Mexica Alliance.

At this moment, by the side of the simple village, the tribesmen of Tlaxcala lowered their heads, holding simple agricultural tools of wood and stone, and taking advantage of the soft land after the rain, they are working hard to cultivate corn and beans. Occasionally, there will be a squad of Mexica warriors, carrying a big bow and holding a spear, patrolling along the mountain roads and rivers. On the faces of the tribal people, deep fear and obedience appeared.

After the killing and turmoil of the Eastern Expedition, the long-lost order is slowly being established among the remaining Tlaxcala people in the west and south of the land of Tlaxcala.

In the western state of Wesochinko, the first batch of 8,000 Mexica immigrants have migrated from the densely populated Texcoko Lake District and settled in more than a dozen villages outside Oak City. They occupied the fertile land once owned by the cloud snake nobles, and under the supervision of the Mexica nobles, they seized the time to plow in the spring. Most of this group of immigrants came from the first group of small nobles in the Lake District who were transferred to the land, and there were also alliance warriors who were granted land and promoted after the Eastern Expedition. They were the first group of Mexica to settle in the land of Tlaxcala.

After the negotiation between the alliance king and the great nobles is completed, more nobles will transfer their titles, bringing tens of thousands of citizens from various states. They will be scattered in the four states, completely occupy the land of Tlaxcala where the population has been reduced by more than half, and control all the local tribes in their hands!

In just one more generation, the Mexica nobles and immigrants will firmly take root in the Eastern Basin and bring the belief of the Lord God. And the once powerful and glorious Tlaxcala Four-State Alliance will also completely dissipate in the drizzle of the basin along with the dying cloud snake belief.

The drizzle of stars, falling from the bright sky, is the first rain of the coming rainy season. In the southern state of Tepeyakak, the camp outside the city of Shuigu was once again full of Totonak Ding Zhuang who had been forcibly relocated.

Warrior Captain Berthard wore leather armor and personally led hundreds of guards to inspect the camps and inspect the spring plowing of 500,000 mu of farmland.

"Heilang's advance army on the east route has already reached the eastern seashore. In the large camp of dozens of miles away, there are 30,000 Tlaxcala old and weak, 20,000 Misteq prisoners, and 80,000 Toto Nak Ding Zhuang... a total of 130,000 prisoners, guarded by 10,000 alliance warriors and militia!"

"These captive young men and women are all civilians and serfs that the kingdom desperately needs. They will transfer a batch of them along the river to the west every month. And the tens of thousands of young men and women in charge of farming will move away on a large scale after the autumn harvest this year. .”

Berthard thought in his heart, his face full of fear, and he walked past a large camp. In this large camp, there are 100 Mexica warriors and 400 Mexica militiamen, supervising about 8,000 captives from various departments, and responsible for farming more than 40,000 mu of cultivated land.

There is a solid wooden fence around the camp, with continuous shacks inside and endless farmland outside. From time to time, there will be a squad of twenty dog-born warriors, leading hairless dogs, patrolling the fields and camps. And at the gate of the camp, there are more than ten tall wooden poles. On each wooden pole, there is a hanged escaped prisoner.

The rising sun illuminated the camp and the sky was clear. A low voice of prayer came from the center of the camp. Bertard stopped and watched for a while, a smile on his face. Thousands of captives are being divided into small groups, praying under the guidance of the priest of the main god, thanking the gift of the main god, and then having a simple breakfast.

"Respected Warrior Chief Holy Eagle, the 2,000 Tlaxcala farmers left last year are the backbone of the camps. They serve as team leaders, directing the prisoners of each team to plow in spring, and are also responsible for reporting the situation in the camp to the warriors. The supervising warriors and militiamen live in a small strong camp on the other side, and during the day they will be outside the farmland, supervising the cultivation of the captives."

"The main **** priest of the alliance will come sooner or later to lead the captives to pray, listen to their confession, and also stabilize the captives' emotions. And we will also limit the food of the captives to ensure that they can farm without excess energy. escape!"

The battalion commander of the camp is Hochia, a senior fourth-level Mexica warrior. He had supervised the garrison of the surrendered army in the Prepecha Lake area, and he was also acquainted with the old militiaman Chihuaco. At this time, he lowered his head and reported the details of managing thousands of captives to the respected Sacred Eagle Warrior Chief.

"...After several months of supervision, the order of the camp has stabilized. The old and the weak of the Tlaxcala are the most obedient. Their **** descendants were all sacrificed and executed by the alliance, and all the warriors were wiped out or surrendered. The Temple of the Cloud Serpent They were all burned, without any courage to resist. Most of the prisoners of Mixtec were tribal ant people. They witnessed the fall of the Temple of the Rain God, their faith collapsed, and they converted to the main **** devoutly. Similarly, they I am also used to obeying the noble bloodlines, and the farming tasks given to them are all done very well..."

Speaking of this, Huoqiya paused, with a bit of killing intent on his face.

"As for the Totonak Ding Zhuang captured by the advance army on the East Road, they still need to endure a long time to learn the rules of the kingdom! They have never been scared by the alliance, and the resistance in their hearts has not dissipated. And The gods they believe in are also the most hostile Feathered Serpent God, and they are quite resistant to the preaching of the priests...The escaped prisoners hanged on wooden poles are all Totonac people!"

Hearing this, Bertard raised his head and looked at the praying captives in the camp. He pondered for a while, then gave the order.

"The preaching of the Totonac people must be strengthened! Please ask the priest of the main **** to come over and screen them again. Those who resist conversion and are not pious enough will be selected for the next fleet of prisoners. This fleet will take The young and strong captives were sent to the two mining areas of the kingdom as mine slaves..."

Hearing the word miner, Huoqia felt cold and nodded respectfully. The kingdom's mines were dug deeper and deeper, the output of copper, iron and coal mines was increasing, and thousands of miners were in demand. And Huoqia clearly knew that each miner could only survive about four years in the terrible labor of the mine.

"We need to select a group of people who are close to us from among the Totonac people, and give them preferential treatment, as an example of moving closer to the alliance... Well, from among the captives, select those who are devout and converted, and give them 30% more food , and the power to manage the squad!"

Berthard's eyes were deep and his expression was calm. There is a gap in his heart, and his thoughts are clear and orderly.

"After half a year of control in the camp, those who are finally transferred back to the kingdom must be believers of the main **** who obey the order. The kingdom's road construction plan has already begun, and the captives who do not meet the requirements will be screened out, and priority will be given to mining, quarrying, repairing, etc. Slave of the road!"

"Follow your orders, Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander!"

Huoqia, the commander of the Tuntian Battalion, bowed his head and saluted deeply. Bertard stretched out his hand, patted the other person's shoulder, and encouraged him with a smile.

"The Lord God bestows glory, and the kingdom is invincible! All the tribes in the world will be conquered by us one by one. Those who are willing to convert to the Lord God's belief and follow His Highness' will will be accepted and assimilated by the kingdom, and return to the glorious and unified descendants of the Glue Man! All the tribes, regardless of status or blood, will be turned into firewood and fuel, igniting the sun in the sky, becoming mine slaves, labor slaves and serfs, and even sacrifices on the pyramids!"

Berthard's words were low, his face was still calm, and his eyes were extremely firm. He turned to the north, looking at the high mountains, yearning for a smile.

"A single army of black wolves can defeat the Totonak people and capture 80,000 strong people. The picture scroll of the unification of the world is close at hand! Your Highness, do you think the same way? What does the vast picture scroll in your heart look like?" What? I would like to write for you, go to the farthest edge of the sky, and build your idol..."

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the faint spring rain is falling from the dark sky again. And the new shoots of corn have just emerged from the vast field, making people happy to see them, they are the spring seedlings of hope.

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