Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 701 - 369 The Death of Axolotl_2

Chapter 701: Chapter 369 The Death of Axolotl_2

"Hmm, there’s some sense in that."

Xiulote listened for a while and nodded in agreement. The issue with the Canine Descendants’ tribal villages now indeed lay in the loss of hierarchy and order. By pulling out their elite warriors, the kingdom had indeed dismantled the Canine Descendants’ capacity for rebellion but had also made them difficult to command.

"Axolotl, what suggestions do you have to resolve this issue?"

"Your Majesty, the simplest method is to send some red-haired warriors back to the tribal villages, and then restore the traditional order of the wilderness..."

Hearing this, Xiulote shook his head. It had been hard enough for the kingdom to pull out the Canine Descendants’ elite warriors and disrupt the traditional tribal order; how could they possibly send them back.

"... Your Majesty, the second method is to select Valiant Warriors from the Cactus Tribe and dispatch them to command the tribal villages!"

Upon hearing this, Xiulote raised his eyebrows. The kingdom had a limited number of Valiant Warriors; they couldn’t station many in the villages. He stared intently into Axolotl’s eyes and asked faintly.

"You’ve mentioned the first and second method, there must be a third."

"..."

Axolotl nodded but remained silent. He widened his eyes, looking hopefully towards the king.

"Speak. If it’s good, I’ll spare your life."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Axolotl licked his dry lips and replied solemnly.

"Your Majesty, you have established squads of eight thousand people and sub-squads of four hundred people. Beneath the sub-squad, another level should be added, the ’tent’."

"Tent?"

Xiulote listened to this familiar concept, deep in thought.

"Yes. One tent consists of 50-100 people, 15-30 of whom are able-bodied men, roughly equivalent to the smallest tribe in the wilderness. In a sub-squad of four hundred people, you could establish a leader’s tent of one hundred people, with four to six smaller tents of dozens of people. A Guajili village would have about three sub-squads, more than a thousand people, several hundred able-bodied men."

Axolotl paused for a moment, calculating the numbers silently. His mathematical abilities were clearly superior to other Canine Descendants.

"Therefore, each village must have at least three formidable elite warriors as village managers. Each of them would have a leader’s tent of one hundred people, commanding four to six smaller tents. As for the leaders of the smaller tents, they can be elected by the dozens of people within the tent, usually the strongest male."

"So you mean I should pull out some Samurai and assign them to take charge of the leader tents in the squads, and let the leaders of the smaller tents emerge through tribal civilian infighting. Through this tent level, effectively manage the village?"

Xiulote was somewhat interested. The grassroots system of the tribes always provided him with a strange sense of familiarity. At present, he had more than 150 Canine Descendant sub-squads, which meant they only needed 150 experienced warriors. Fortunately, an expedition to the north had yielded roughly one to two hundred experienced warriors in need of feoffing.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Axolotl performed a difficult prostration. His eyes flickered as he looked at the king’s expression and smiled.

"This is the first suggestion, setting up tents within squads."

"Oh?"

Xiulote mused briefly, then turned to the Head Warrior.

"Bertade, bring him over!"

The Head Warrior nodded and took Axolotl to the king.

"Clever Axolotl, what’s your second suggestion?"

"Your Majesty, the second suggestion is to naturalize the wilderness priests. Turn the wilderness priests into qualified Chief God Priests, then let them manage the tribal villages."

Axolotl glanced at the elderly priest Teya and answered softly. Truth be told, given Priest Teya’s frail body and weak temperament, if it weren’t for his constant presence in the village, the fierce tribespeople would probably have tied him in a sack and drowned him in the lake long ago.

"Naturalize wilderness priests?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Most wilderness priests are physically strong, resilient, capable of jumping and shouting, adept in archery or combat. Even the older wilderness priests often have a ’spell’ or two up their sleeves, enough to awe and command obedience from the tribespeople."

With that, Axolotl smiled wistfully. In the wilderness, without some real abilities to keep people in check, how could one ever live to old age.

"The tribespeople always have a simple understanding: the more powerful the deity, the more powerful His priest. If the deity’s priest is frail, how can he command respect from the tribespeople?"

"The more powerful the deity, the more powerful His priest..."

Xiulote’s eyebrows raised. He understood the underlying message. The Guajili Tribe believed in the strong; their thinking was simple and pure. Having a good theory as a priest is useless unless one can fight and intimidate!

"Hmm, naturalizing wilderness priests, the kingdom is already doing that. Now it seems, we can expedite it."

The king was somewhat pleased; Axolotl indeed was talented, living up to his name.

"And the third suggestion?"

"Hmm..."

Axolotl pondered for a good while as scenes of village life flashed before his eyes and formed words in his heart.

"Your Majesty, the third suggestion is to organize robust men for hunting."

"Go on."

"Tens of thousands from the tribe moved south a thousand miles, everyone was down to their last penny. Previously, on the Sattescas wilderness, there were various places with Silver Mountain Ranges, but no one cared for such cumbersome stones, not realizing how much the Southern Tribes valued them..."

"...Now the tribe has settled here, coming into contact with so many new things. The tribespeople like fruit, meat, but can’t afford it; they like comfortable cotton, but can’t afford it; they like convenient pottery, but can’t afford it; they like shiny copper, but can’t afford it..."

"...The tribespeople can’t afford anything, yet they want it. According to the tradition of the wilderness, that means stealing and raiding. The nearby Prepetcha people are too timid, they wouldn’t dare come to fight even if robbed...after a long time, this will cause serious trouble!"