Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The light rain drizzled down from the sky, falling into the muddy burial pits, beating against the asphalt bone piles, flowing between the tall stone monuments, and also brushing against the stern faces of the legion generals.

The land of the Totonac belongs to a tropical rainforested climate, warm and humid all year round. The coastal lowlands are particularly hot, with frequent rain and wind in summer, and can even be cultivated year-round. At this moment, the light rain falls, a breeze blows, bringing a slight coolness, making one feel instantly refreshed.

The Black Wolf Torc raised his head, gazing at the assembled generals, pondering for a long time. He had received orders from the Prince in the main camp at Tree Snake City, leading a lone army on an eastern expedition, descending more than two thousand meters from the highland, traveling over five hundred li, finally reaching the seaside lands occupied by the Totonac people.

Now, the army has completely detached from the supply range of the main camp at Tree Snake City, arriving at the coastal area where the Alliance's influence is weak, and has completely opposed the various parts of the Totonac. His task is no longer to plunder captives and leave after burning, but to truly take root on the coast and establish a stronghold from which the Kingdom's fleet can set sail. In other words, he must start managing the area, take root here, obtain local food and material supplies, and support over ten thousand troops on their own.

The Black Wolf General frowned slightly, feeling the heavy pressure. He thought for a while before he spoke solemnly to the respectfully waiting generals.

"With the blessing of the Chief Divine! We have captured the northern Holy Land of the Totonac people, the ancient Feathered Serpent Ancient City! The wolf pack has run for so long and finally reached the Prince's desired outlet. Next, this land is ours, and the legion will not leave again!"

Hearing this, the generals all cheered sincerely. The Guajili Legion has been fighting for over a year, engaging in dozens or hundreds of battles, and indeed some fatigue has set in, needing good rest. As for the surrendered generals, they had to be the spearheads of the army, undertaking the most arduous tasks of the raids, often suffering the heaviest casualties, and truly desired to settle down.

"The army has descended from the warm highlands to the hot lowlands. Although the various parts' weapons along the way were simple, without armor, the resistance was very tenacious. In the battle of the Feathered Serpent Ancient City, the Totonac Divine Descendants and priests, followers of the Fake God, in the name of the Holy Land incited warriors and militia from various tribes to fight and struggle, relying on the towns! We fought for three to four days, with thousands of warriors fighting and dying, and finally, it was by using cannons that we scattered the Divine Descendant family's warriors, causing the terrified militia to surrender..."

The Black Wolf General paused, glanced at the militia leader Red Ear, who had been the first to surrender, and nodded with a smile. Red Ear was overwhelmed with favor, his face instantly bright with joy, and respectfully saluted back.

"...After entering the Feathered Serpent Ancient City, the Divine Descendants and priests of the Fake God led hundreds of warriors to resist relying on the Pyramid Temple. We shot fire arrows, which ignited the black oil in the temple, causing a great fire. The fire burned for ten days, and now everything has turned to ashes! The Prince asked me to preserve the Heritage Tablet and stone engravings in the temple as much as possible, but I failed to do so, which is a mistake on my part..."

Hearing this, Red Monkey Ozoma lightly coughed and replied with a smile.

"Respected Black Wolf Legion Commander, there was so much black oil stored in the Temple of the Feathered Serpent, naturally causing suspicion about its purpose. I believe that the temple's priests were originally determined to set fire to the temple. This is not your mistake, but rather the Fake God's priests being deceived by evil demons, unable to see the true glory of the Divine, hence reducing it all to wood and stone!"

Upon hearing this, the Totonac Warrior Lizard opened his mouth. He wanted to explain something, but ultimately did not dare to speak. He had served as a guard for the priests of the Feathered Serpent, knowing the use of the black oil, one for the pigments of murals, the other for the preservation of corpses. And had it not been for the legion's use of the terrifying fire arrows, this black oil would not have been so easily ignited...

"...Hmm. Regardless, burning the ancient temple without leaving Heritage Tablets is my responsibility, and I will acknowledge my fault to the Prince!"

The Black Wolf was silent for a moment, not making any excuses. Proud as he was, he disdained to put the blame on the dead. He raised his head, scanning the crowd sternly, and ordered in a solemn tone.

"With the Chief Divine as witness! After capturing the Feathered Serpent City, the three thousand Divine Descendant Nobility, priest warriors who dared to resist, were all killed and sacrificed by the army! You have plundered belongings and women, indulged yourselves for several days. Now, you must restrain the army again for me! Otherwise, if I have to personally enforce military discipline, I will not be lenient!"

Seeing the Black Wolf's cold expression, the generals felt a shiver in their hearts. They all bowed their heads in unison, responding obediently.

"Yes! With the Chief Divine as witness! We follow you, courageous Black Wolf Great Chieftain!"

"Very good! You are my wolf pack, when it is time to bite, you must do your utmost, and when it is time to feast, you should fully enjoy it. Now that you have finished eating, it is time to stop and listen to orders!"

The Black Wolf nodded in satisfaction. He collected his thoughts and spoke again.

"After more than a month of fighting, you should also have noticed that the Totonac people, like the Wilderness Tribes that moved south hundreds of years ago, are our distant brothers, speaking the same language and sharing the same origin. Although they have been at peace for a long time, if they truly fight for their lives, they can also hold their ground!"

Hearing this, all the Canine Descendant generals nodded one after another. After years of conquests, the ranking of the various forces they've fought against is roughly that the Telascallan soldiers and commoners are unified, the most numerous, and the strongest in combat. The Cloud People Misteks are separated by rank, the militia is weak, overall the weakest. The organization of the Totonac is even higher than that of the Southern Tekos tribes in the mountains, nearly ranking second!

"Therefore, we must firmly occupy this place, manage the seaside lands, and carefully distinguish the various Totonac tribes, see the different groups within each tribe, differentiate enemies, and recognize friends..."

At this, Black Wolf paused slightly, recalling the teachings of His Highness, his words becoming meaningful.

"His Highness said, who is our enemy? Who is our friend? This is the primary question in war!...Looking closely, among the Totonac, top to bottom, they can be divided into four classes!"

"The top two classes are the hereditary priest and nobility, who number the fewest but hold the most power and wealth! Next are the mid-level tribal warriors, numbering in the thousands, possessing military force but often subordinate to different priests, nobles, and chieftains. Lastly, there are the lowest class of tribespeople, numbering in the tens of thousands, responsible for farming, fishing, logging, construction, and tool-making...Overall, the priests, nobility, warriors, and commoners each require different handling!"

Upon hearing this, the generals looked at each other and pondered. Red Monkey Ozoma listened with utmost attention, awe naturally arising for the Highness who could say such things.

"...How do we differentiate enemies and friends? Simply put, enemies are the targets of the pack's bite, while friends are the cooperative wolves. To take over the Totonac pack, we must naturally kill the pack leader, eliminate the leading nobles and priests, and seize the leadership of the pack! This process of usurpation requires completely destroying the priests' divine authority and striving to gather the chieftains' control...which means executing all Feathered Serpent Priests, sacrificing all Great Nobility, and selectively retaining small tribe chieftains!"

Black Wolf's cold words fell into the ears of the generals like a thunderclap, stirring their hearts. Across Central America, only the Mexica, tasked with heavenly destiny, self-recognized as chosen by the Divine, would view the terrifying notion of annihilating the gods and sacrificing the Divine Descendants as logical.

"After eliminating the leading nobles and priests, we can acquire sufficient wealth, land, and population to reward loyal warriors who follow us! The Guajili Legion has land grants in the kingdom, thus requiring enough financial rewards. As for the following Mistec Warriors and Totonac Warriors, they need land and agricultural slaves to truly settle down...likewise, dealing with priests and nobility, the coastal warriors and militias will lose their loyal leaders, and can be subdued by us!"

Hearing this, Woodpecker Lichi and Divine Priest Andiwei exchanged a glance, knowingly nodding.

Currently, the Mistec Warriors under their command have become completely wild and are no longer the previously tamed figures subdued by priests and nobles. These Mistec Warriors obey commands and fearlessly fight, only intimidated by the Mexica legion's oppressively powerful force, and can indulge in plundering and slaughter post-war, gaining unprecedented release and wealth.

Such an army, truly like a wolf pack, ready to counter-attack at any moment. The two of them lack the savage bravery of Black Wolf General, leading the vanguard camp in constant trepidation. If they can allocate land and agricultural slaves to the warriors, it would indeed stabilize the army's morale and restrain the fierce warriors.

As for Warrior Wood Lizard and Militia Leader Red Ear, upon hearing they could be granted the land and slaves of noble chieftains, they are somewhat skeptical and temporarily dare not believe.

"Priests and nobility are the kingdom's destined enemies. Warriors and militias are friends the kingdom can win over, they are the mature wolves. We should recruit the mature wolves, kill the few rebellious ones, and assimilate the majority of obedient cooperative wolves!"

"As long as tribal warriors and militias submit to the kingdom, they can replace the position of noble chieftains and gain unimaginable wealth, land, and tribes! In traditional Totonac tribes, they have absolutely no chance of attaining all this...Once they accept the kingdom's rewards, they will become wolves under the kingdom's rule! Of course, for different tribes, awarding specifications must be differentiated. Warriors who first follow us should receive benefits first! The greatest merit should fetch a bigger share!..."

At this, the generals felt a longing, as if gaining a new target for battle. Black Wolf General's words, falling on the surrendered generals, were no longer stern and frightening, but became kind and authoritative.

"The rebellious are executed, the obedient are rewarded! Once we solve the leading wolves and mature wolves, the remaining weak old wolves and young wolves, tens of thousands of tribespeople, will only follow suit, working obediently for us. Without the guidance of priests and chieftains, they lack the ability to resist and aren't considered the kingdom's enemies. And they who believe in the Fake God, before earnestly converting to and submitting to the Chief Divine, aren't considered friends of the kingdom either. They only need to remember to turn over their original tribute to the chieftains to the kingdom, and then submit to the Chief Divine!..."

At this point, Black Wolf paused, briefly touching his head, faintly sensing something amiss. After years of conquest, he can be considered quite knowledgeable, having seen many different yet similar tribespeople.

Across the land, tens of thousands of tribespeople have only ever known to obey the honorable and sincerely believe in the divine, unaware of rebellion. They are prey to the upper echelon, fundamentally not old wolves and young wolves, merely domesticated turkeys and grass rodents!

At this moment, Black Wolf felt slightly dazed. He couldn't help but look westward, pondering deeply.

"His Highness repeatedly emphasized to me that commoners are like tides, containing truly mountain-and-sea-like powers. Yet this power, where is it hidden? I have never seen it..."