Remember [New] in a second! Overcast, no daylight. The bricks and stones in the old small temple were damaged, moss eroded in the dark places, and blood stains mottled in the dark. In several low-lying corners of the temple, thick oil stains and sticky blood stains gathered here, and the thick **** smell was almost suffocating. The shaved human bones, broken and fallen fingers, and black and red tangled hair are piled up like mounds, but they are "kitchen waste" that is difficult to deal with.

The center of the temple is a dark temple, and the statues in the temple have long since disappeared. It seems that some people don't want the gods to see what happened in the temple. And the area where the statue originally stood was the only place in the entire temple that was slightly clean and free of blood.

The eagle warrior Barda looked serious, with deep eyes, staring at a middle-aged prisoner with a dead face in front of him, Ao Hui, the quartermaster in White Snake City. He waited quietly until Quartermaster Ao Hui spoke slowly, in a low voice, in the same Nahua language, telling the creepy truth about the city.

".In the name of the ceremony, the priests select two hundred old and weak at a time as human animals to sacrifice to the cloud snake god. The human animals have their heads removed, skinned and deboned, and each person can get thirty to forty catties of meat for a warrior. Eat it for one month. As for the offal soup left over from the kitchen, it will be divided among the militiamen to continue life."

"There used to be 15,000 people in the city, and they stored food for a year. Three months ago, all the civilians and warriors ran out of food, and the remaining people were close to 10,000. From then on, a big sacrifice was held every day in the Cloud Snake Temple to share the sacrifices. The old and the weak eat up first, then the women and children, the lack of meat, and soon the militiamen are young and strong. There are also family members who commit suicide, so they will be dealt with first."

"Only to support two thousand warriors in the city, after more than three months, they can feed more than six thousand people. Therefore, respected General Mexica, if you ask me where the thousands of militiamen in the city have gone, I can tell you , they are all in"

Speaking of this, Ao Hui, the quartermaster, with a lifeless face, pointed to the dirt behind the small temple and murmured.

"Their fresh flesh and blood are all in the belly of the warriors, and the old bones are all buried in the deep abyss. Their desperate souls have no one to guide them, and with the resentment of dying, they are waiting to turn into undead."

Hearing this, Balda frowned. He looked at the large piece of freshly turned earth behind the temple, pondered for a while, and ordered dozens of warriors to dig. But after a while, layers of white bones, with the boiled young pale, the old pale yellow, and the dark red that has not been cleaned, are exposed in front of everyone in piles, which is shocking to look at.

The soil was dug away, and the bone mound was revealed. There was a dead silence in the small temple, and there was no sound. Balda stared at it silently for a long time, then sighed and turned his head.

"The Lord God bless! Are they all here?"

"The seven or eight thousand ants are all here. There is no need to look for them elsewhere in the city. The White Snake Warriors have already caught them all."

Quartermaster Ao Hui's expression was dead silent, and there was no emotion or brilliance in his eyes. He just asked and answered, truthfully answering all of Balda's questions.

"Is there no civilian resistance in the whole city?"

"Except for the beginning, some people jumped into the city and fled. Afterwards, they were all hungry and lost their shape, and they couldn't even pick out much meat. What resistance did they have? Besides, this was a sacrifice in the name of the gods. There were more than two thousand The samurai suppressed it. As for the civilians who are short of food, as long as they are not selected and get a mouthful of broth, they can live for two days."

"But I went to the palace area, where there is still food."

"It's for the descendants of the gods. It's only enough for two hundred people. Even the family warriors can't eat two bites, let alone the humble ant people."

"With such a shortage of food, the warriors in the city never thought of rebelling and surrendering?"

"Someone must have thought about it, just"

Quartermaster O'Hui paused, and for the first time, complex emotions appeared in his eyes.

"It's just that you are the ones besieging the city, the ancient enemies of the Mexica. The priests said that you colluded with the demons in the ground and obtained terrible weapons by sacrificing your soul. country, will fall into the abyss forever!"

"It's all like this, you still want to go to the Kingdom of God?"

"...The city has been besieged for more than a year. There must be hope. Those who have no hope will have committed suicide long ago and been eaten by others."

Hearing this, Barda shook his head, and Quartermaster Ao Hui did not speak. The small temple fell into silence again, it was the silence before death.

"The Lord God testifies, I have asked you so many questions. Before you die, you are allowed to ask me a question."

In Balda's eyes, there was a complicated expression. It was a traditional eagle warrior, a moment of respect before killing the enemy.

"No matter what the question is, I can try my best to answer it, and I won't hide it."

"The last question before you die?"

Quartermaster Ao Hui thought for a while and scratched his head. As a family warrior trusted by the city lord, he originally wanted to ask about the fate of the city lord Tisat, the treatment of the descendant of the cloud snake, and the life and death of the surrendered warriors. But after thinking about it for a while, these realistic questions disappeared from his mind, leaving only A misty question, like a cloud floating in the sky.

"General Mexica, the Tlaxcala Alliance, perished in the battle of gods, but the Tlaxcalans are still alive. After many years, our descendants will still be enemies with each other just like we are today, Is such a brutal fight to the end?"

Hearing such a question, Barda was startled, with inexplicable emotions flickering in his eyes. After a while, he shook his head affirmatively.

"No more. After decades, the concept of the Tlaxcalans will disappear. They will integrate into the Mexica ethnic group, say the same thing, believe in the only supreme god, and then belong to the same new and Glorious name, descendant of the glue man!"

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Quartermaster Ao Hui was stunned, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then the dead blackness returned. He was silent for a while, then murmured.

"Then what about the hatred of fighting now?"

"Time will erase everything. Today's war will also be erased from history, and will not be seen by future generations. At least, it will not be so cruel and true."

Balda pursed his lips, thinking of the new epic revised by the High Priests, and the assimilation education His Highness promoted, so he replied. Then, he lowered his eyes, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and reminded him softly.

"By the way, this is the second question for you."

"Oh, that's right, that's fine!"

Quartermaster Ao Hui nodded, with a slight look of expectation in his eyes. He groped for his chest and unbuttoned his battle clothes, revealing his slightly beating heart.

"Then, come on!"

"I still have time, I can wait for you, and leave a poem of death."

"Poetry of death?"

Quartermaster Ao Hui was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice.

"No hassle"

"This is the tradition of the War of Flowers. It's up to you whether you keep it or not. No one will record it anyway."

"Oh, yes! It's the old Flower Wars tradition."

Quartermaster Ao Hui thought for a while, raised his head, looked at the dark clouds, thought of the bright sunrise, and said in a low voice.

"I died before the heavy rain, washing away the filth of my life, just to take a look at the impossible brightness. It will come after a long, long time, like the best glow of spring"

"Not bad, is there any more?"

"No. Come on!"

"Um."

The eagle warrior Barda nodded solemnly. He looked into the eyes of quartermaster Ao Hui, raised his right hand high, and slowly pointed the sharp edge of the dagger at the opponent's heart. Then, with a low shout, he stabbed out with all his strength, and the knife didn't handle.

"Go!"

Quartermaster Ao Hui's eyes suddenly shrank and brightened, as if the last brilliance was squeezed out by death. Then, his whole body trembled violently, his pupils dilated rapidly, and his body fell to the ground. But for a moment, he lost any movement, and sank into death without a sound.

"I didn't yell at the end, so I can be considered a warrior!"

The eagle warrior Balda was silent for a while~lightnovelpub.net~ looked at the quartermaster Otto and nodded. Then, he took out a scrap of straw, carefully wrote the other party's death poem, and placed it on his chest.

"Quets, bury him!"

"Battalion Commander, where is it buried?"

"Not here, anywhere else. Give him a separate grave."

"Yes! Listen to you!"

The pioneer warrior Quetz straightened his chest and respectfully agreed. Balda took one last look at the gloomy little temple and the piles of bones behind it, muttered something to himself, then shook his head and left.

"When I see His Highness, I have to make a suggestion. Push this temple away, and let the priests of the main **** hold an induction ceremony to prevent any mythical undead from appearing."

The long wind blows, rolls up the straw paper, unfolds it in the air, floats over the earth pit full of bones, and floats into the distance. Sporadic raindrops gradually fell from the clouds and wet the words on the straw paper. The heavy rain washes away the filth, and the bright glow will finally come quietly in the waiting after the rain, bringing new life.

(end of this chapter)

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