The warm spring breeze comes from the ocean, bringing a moist and fresh breath, refreshing people. The sun shines on the calm Lake Patzcuaro, and bright waves emerge, like the smile of the gods. The lake surface is like a huge silver surface.

The mirror reflects the clouds in the sky and changes the unknown future.

In the sky, from time to time, groups of wild geese fly north, singing their flying songs, overlooking the quiet water town. The fertile fields along the lakeside are already covered with green weeds and unknown wild flowers. Rabbits are here

The deserted farmland is jumping around, and the birds are perching in the lonely villages. The tropical monsoon never stops. When the people disperse, new life comes quietly. It erases all traces of cruelty and paints a picture of natural lushness.

.This is the land in the lake in March, the vast fertile land promised by the gods.

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, stood on the tall city wall of Qincongcan, turning a blind eye to the scenery of the water town outside the city. He wore a warrior leather armor with a hummingbird pattern and a unique ring-shaped soft hat of the Talas people.

His sharp copper spear also showed some rare power. At this moment, with a ruthless expression on his face, he grabbed a middle-aged militiaman by the collar with his spare left hand and asked him repeatedly and sternly.

"How many people are there in the Mexican army in the north?"

"A lot, as much as corn in the field." The middle-aged militiaman said with a depressed spirit. His face was thin and yellow from hunger, and his body was covered with mud, like a prairie dog emerging from the field.

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"How many reinforcements do you have from Chapala?"

"Many, many more than the pumpkin leaves in the field."

"Comparing you with the Mexicans, which one has more?"

This was a difficult question. The middle-aged militiaman stayed where he was, clasping his fingers and thinking for a while before speaking uncertainly.

"It seems... there are more of us? Our people have filled the wilderness, and there is still space among the Mexicans... Yes, there are many of us! When we scattered and fled, the Mexicans couldn't catch up at all.

Can hold on to the samurai master’s team!”

"Damn it! Then tell me, why did you lose the first battle and scatter like cowardly ducks?! You sent messages here every two days, calling for support, but in the end there was no trace of the capital.

Touch it!”

Chihuaco shouted loudly. There was a tremor in his voice, and the trembling was a deep fear. The fear turned into anger, and he fiercely pressed the middle-aged militiaman against the city wall, staring closely at him.

The middle-aged militiaman struggled like a teal duck and shouted in panic.

"The Chapala people are never afraid of dying in battle! We have walked for a long time and came from our hometown just to rescue you. But...it's just that the priests of the Mexica used divine magic to summon the gods to come and release a roaring

Thunder! How can mortals resist gods? Even the noble gods cannot resist... I saw Big Head running away first, so I followed him and ran away together!"

Hearing the words of the middle-aged militiaman, Chihuaco was startled and relaxed his hands slightly. He recalled the fire on Lake Yuriria and the explosion of the river mouth fortress, so he asked solemnly.

"The gods are coming...what does that thunder look like? Is it a smoking ball?"

The middle-aged militiaman gasped for breath. He did not dare to look directly into Chihuaco's eyes and tilted his head to answer.

"The militiamen in our village were at the outermost edge of the army, and they couldn't see very clearly. They seemed to be two tree-trunk-like evil beasts, which would roar loudly, and then thunder would fall on the army... Everyone was very scared, many of them

The samurai masters all knelt down...Then the Mexicans rushed up shouting the name of the god...Smoke? There was indeed a lot of smoke, ball? I don't know what ball..."

"A tree trunk-like evil beast...roaring...thundering...smoke..."

Chihuaco muttered in his mouth, trying to recall the scenes he had seen before, those longbow warriors who lit rockets, and the northern barbarians who threw balls. Then, his cloudy eyes became brighter, and he continued to ask fiercely.

"Does the mythical beast on the tree trunk need someone to command it? Then it will thunder?"

"It seems...there are indeed priests of strange gods, holding strange torches...terrifying evil gods!"

The middle-aged militiaman tried hard to recall, and the nightmare scene reappeared, and finally his body trembled violently.

"The terrible evil god!!...The big boss escaped, the leader of the village died, the villagers dispersed, and my son disappeared...I lost my way and escaped here...I want to go back

, I want to go home, my son!”

Hearing this, Chihuaco's eyes darkened. He completely let go of his hand and sighed involuntarily. The old militiaman looked towards his hometown outside the city. Birds were rising and falling in the village, but there was no smoke anymore.

Not far behind, the new nobleman Puap frowned and strode forward. He grabbed the mentally disturbed middle-aged militiaman and hit him in the back of the head with a half-handed palm. The militiaman's eyes suddenly turned white.

He fell to the ground limply, and the noisy voice finally disappeared.

"Old man Qi, why are you so meticulous? It's just annoying! If the incompetent Chapala people are defeated, they will be defeated. Look at the solid city wall under your feet. As long as we hold on here, can the Mexicans still fly in?

?”

Facing the samurai captain, Chihuaco immediately bowed his waist so that his pointed hat was lowered than the forked feathers on the opponent's head, which was the symbol of Tarasco's nobility.

"My dear noble lord, you are right! It's just that this matter is of great importance. The Mexicans always have new weapons that can change the outcome of the war..."

"What's the use of caring so much? Military and state affairs naturally have the supreme chief to worry about! As warriors, we only need to obey orders and take care of the things at hand!"

"Yes, yes... Noble sir, we all obey your orders!" The old militiaman smiled with wrinkles and replied respectfully.

Looking at the old militiaman who bowed his head and obeyed, "Gray Earth" Puap carelessly patted the other man on the head. Then, wearing the bright clothes of the hummingbird nobles, he glanced around the city until hundreds of people in the warrior team bowed their heads and saluted.

Cai Zhi nodded with satisfaction. Then, he called the samurai confidants behind him and asked loudly.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What have the Turks barbarians done recently?"

The samurai confidant bowed his head and replied.

"Sir, the barbarians are quite honest. But kidnapping a few ordinary businessmen, kidnapping the women of more than a dozen civilian families, and then killing several people in tribal battles is not a big deal."

Puap nodded and replied casually.

"As long as no nobles are involved and some civilians die, it won't be a big deal. Anyway, the food in the city is not going to be distributed to them. These messy tribes have hatred for each other. It doesn't matter if they fight, but they don't want to kill anyone. They still have to suppress it.

Otherwise I won’t be able to explain to the chief!”

Hearing this, the confidant understood and complimented with a smile.

"That's right, I am a big shot who can speak in front of the chief!"

Puap laughed loudly and continued to speak proudly.

"Our Huitu family has been serving the Supreme Chief for generations, and we have been serving the Supreme Chief for five generations now!..."

At this moment, another trusted warrior came over in a hurry and spoke anxiously.

"Sir, the Tekos tribal militia heard about the defeat in the north and started making noise again! They put out a few representatives and demanded that they return to the west and return home!"

His enthusiasm was dampened, Puap's face darkened, and he let out a sneer.

"Stupid barbarian! After entering the city, you still want to escape. How can it be such a good thing? At this time of year, even the nobles can't leave!"

Then, the newly promoted noble shook the bronze spear in his hand, with a fierce light in his eyes.

"These barbarians still need to be dealt with. You follow me, pick two people who have no foundation and are making such a big fuss that they kill the flag directly! Well, the chief has ordered us to get some more drinks and cakes. Cotton women, go and lead the leaders.

Comfort yourself."

At this point, "Huitu" Puap made a loud "poof" sound and shouted in a low voice.

"Damn it, the nobles are honest, but the barbarians are making trouble in the capital. The world has really changed!"

The new noble kept talking, and the expression on his face changed. After what he had seen in the past few months, he finally understood. The unprecedented war had disrupted the world. Only the sharp weapons in his hands and the warriors following behind him were the foundation of his life!

As for the divine nobles and centuries-old bloodline, they are all mortal in the war and cannot escape a spear.

After thinking about this, Puap put on a smile and looked at the warriors behind him.

"Brothers, after you finish cleaning up the barbarians, come with me to the logistics camp to get your things! Until then, let's all have fun and enjoy ourselves!"

The warriors who followed laughed loudly and promised loudly. They clenched the weapons in their hands as if they held everything they desired.

"Old man Qi, are you going?"

Puap turned to ask Chihuaco.

"Noble sir, I will stay and guard the city wall. I will also take care of my daughter when I return..."

The old militiaman laughed along with him, and the wrinkles on his face turned into a flower.

"Then you just guard the wall and watch what's going on outside the city... You old idiot, last time we went to Lehe together, everyone else got a good-looking girl, but you got a little girl!"

Puap smiled and patted Chihuaco on the shoulder, rudely but with a touch of kindness. Then, he smiled and asked the other six people who had been recruited. The turbaned Vesti shook his head, and the bachelor Yayuli said cheerfully.

Agree, half of the others stayed at the top of the city, and the other half followed quickly.

Puap did have some intentions of wooing these seven-man militiamen.

These people have all seen blood and experienced wars, and they are obviously different from the strong men brought from the city. They are extremely united, and for some reason, they are all dominated by old men with unremarkable appearance. In fact, he has personally weighed it, and these militiamen are scattered.

Individual martial arts skills are only average. But once they form a spear formation, they are quite powerful and can fight with real samurai. Among the 100 warriors under his command, there are only more than 30 that can fight.

There was a lack of warriors in the capital at this time, as were most of the new squads.

As the sun set in the west, Puap held his head high and led the crowd away. The laughter of the warriors spread far away, and the civilians along the way retreated. Even the houses of the nobles were quiet. The old militiamen stood silently at the top of the city.

It was not until dusk fell and the replacement militiamen arrived that he returned to his residence in the city with the remaining three militiamen.

Along the way, the bustling capital city showed a bit of desolation. There were few markets and sparsely populated areas. Only the craftsmen who made weapons worked day and night, and the sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang" was carried far away by the wind. Under the setting sun, the sacred "House of Wind" pyramid

Casting a deep black shadow, the magnificent "Palace of Winds" glowed with blood-colored light.

Chihuaco looked for a moment, then lowered his head and walked straight to the civilian area in the south of the city. Except for the priest's temple, the king's palace, and the noble residences, most of the civilians only lived in simple thatched huts, even ordinary warriors.

When passing by a large house, the old militiaman took a few more glances, and there were vague figures of several women inside. This was the stone house that Captain Puap had recently acquired. There were many people in and out of the compound, and he often called everyone

Went to a party to drink. The original owner seemed to be a large spice merchant. Now he has been executed for collaborating with the enemy, and all his property has been confiscated to replenish military supplies.

Chihuaco was a little envious in his heart. It didn't matter if the house looked good, the key was that it was sturdy and spacious. If there was such a big house, everyone could live together and take care of each other, so that they could feel more at ease. He continued to walk in a hurry, and finally
To be continued...