Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 993 - 594: Eastern Expedition of Martial Prowess, like Qin’s Annihilation of Zhao

Chapter 993: Chapter 594: Eastern Expedition of Martial Prowess, like Qin’s Annihilation of Zhao

The Samurai armor leaves clanged, the militia prostrated on the roadsides, and the birds and beasts hurriedly retreated. Combined, it marked the return of the kings. By sunset and moonrise, with bonfires blazing, the two had returned to Tree Snake City and entered the Temple of the Telascallans together.

Looking around the great hall, the blue-green abyss melded with colors, and the decorations were splendid. The golden statue of the God of the Hunt was gone, replaced by a newly carved statue of the Chief Divine. The sculpture seemed hastily made, rough in appearance but exuded the awe-inspiring and majestic aura of the Mexica’s Chief Divine. Half of the murals on the hall’s walls were covered, unable to depict new scenes, so they substituted it with the Sun Hummingbird of the Chief Divine, inscribing mysterious square pictograms.

"The profound desire to expound upon the Universe’s vastness. Those who adhere to the Divine shall ascend to Heaven, eternally at peace. Those who defy the Divine shall sink into the Abyss, turning to stone, never to be freed. Believe in our god Huitzilopochtli; His power is boundless, controlling all existence from past to future until the final day comes!..."

Xiulote whispered, reciting the opening Chapter of the fundamental scripture, the Book of Ama Colley. From the perspective of the Chief God Priests, inscribing such sacred scriptures in a conquered temple was most fitting!

"With the cycles of sun and moon, constellations poised in full array. The ever-changing phenomena of the heavens, too, are manifestations of the Chief Divine’s power! He controls the phases of the moon, orchestrates the stars, imparting the truth guiding all things to the faithful priests. He incarnates as the sun, bestowing sunlight, granting the authority to govern the world to the immortal Divine King!"

Aweit’s face revealed a faint smile. He softly recited the second passage of the scripture, with an added description at the end. This line was personally written by the newly appointed High Priest Uguel after the elder’s passing, dedicated to the King. "Divine King" Aweit, after reading it, expressed great satisfaction.

The kings took their respective seats, Aweit at the head and Xiulote below. Then, the guards served two cups of clear floral tea, sipped lightly, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.

"Since the eastern expedition, the Northern Route Army has continuously attacked cities, suffering significant casualties. Conquering Feathered Serpent City resulted in twelve thousand casualties, including four thousand Samurai, mostly from the City-State Army. Conquering the Divine Pass resulted in seven thousand casualties, including two thousand Royal Warriors. Conquering Tree Snake City resulted in eleven thousand casualties, including five thousand Samurai, with two thousand from the Royal Legion and three thousand from the City-State. Conquering Oak Tree City resulted in six thousand casualties, including one thousand Royal Warriors and one thousand City-State Warriors... along with the forts encountered en route, the tribes cleansed, and the rainy season’s diseases..."

At this point, Aweit paused slightly, presenting the final confidential statistics. This was the eastern campaign’s details that only a very few individuals were privileged to know.

"This eastern expedition, the Northern Route Army suffered approximately fifty thousand casualties! Seventy percent were drafted militia, and thirty percent were allied Samurai. Among the fifteen thousand Samurai casualties, over five thousand came from the Royal Legion, and over nine thousand from various major City-States!"

"Fifty thousand casualties? A full fifteen thousand Samurai?"

Upon hearing these numbers, Xiulote was astonished, mouth agape with horror. This figure was nearly double, even close to triple, that of the Southern Legion! The Northern Two States were the core of the Telascallan tribes. Facing the Western archenemy’s Divine War, the intensity of their resistance far exceeded Xiulote’s expectations.

"Indeed. Xochitl... oh, now the Acidwood Legion of Huitzilihuitl, the Reed Legion of Xintle, the Canyon Gold Legion of Pachjo, the Mountain Legion of Izel, and the Western Allied Forces of Iskali and Tepopolo... These five City-State Armies engaged in the sieges, all suffering severe losses!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Aweit’s mouth. He smiled faintly, yet his gaze was cold and indifferent. For him, these casualty numbers were just figures after all.

"Of course, the Telascallan tribes of the Northern Two States were also completely purged by the Allied Forces. Sixty thousand Telascallan tribes were either captured or killed, roughly wiping out nearly half. And among those executed, warriors and able-bodied men, were probably twice the alliance’s casualties, about a hundred thousand or more!"...

"Captured or killed twenty-five thousand, executed over a hundred thousand able-bodied men. Mountains of corpses, mounds of heads..."

Hearing such numbers, Xiulote lowered his eyes in silent contemplation. Typically, ten people per three able-bodied men, the average lifespan in Central America was relatively short, roughly between ten people per three to four able-bodied men. The Northern Two States of the Telascallans, at most, had two hundred thousand able-bodied men. In a year’s campaign, they had virtually wiped out half. In terms of eliminating archenemies, the Qin dynasty’s obliteration of Zhao might have been similar!

Observing Xiulote’s reaction, Aweit shook his head, laughing softly. Soon, his expression grew stern, addressing the bowed student with stern instruction.

"This eastern land, a nest full of rats, ants, worms, and snakes, entrenched for hundreds of years! Without setting a great fire, how could they be thoroughly cleansed? To build a new Eagle’s Nest, to nurture new fledglings, one must not leave any hidden threat!"

Subsequently, Aweit’s expression softened. He extended his hand, patting the son-in-law’s shoulder, comforting him gently.

"Once the weeds are burned away, new sprouts will naturally emerge in the coming spring. Xiulote, you have done well in the Southern Two States. Especially with the handling of the Holy City and the sacrifices of those decaying priests, it greatly pleased me! These old decaying woods who bewitched people’s hearts and opposed the Alliance deserved to be consumed by fire..."

"The High Priest’s affair shocked me when I learned of it, and saddened me deeply. He was my respected uncle, one of the Alliance’s most revered figures... If it were me, I would have shocked the world, seeing the entire Cholula City, with its tens of thousands of people, buried with the High Priest!"

These words were spoken from Aweit’s true heart. While the High Priest was alive, he was a source of fear, always on guard. Upon hearing of his passing, he felt deep sorrow mixed with admiration and regret. This fearless elder had swept through the Alliance’s ranks, clearing so many obstacles on his centralized path!

As for after the High Priest’s death, the desolate ruins of bones left in Cholula Holy City held no further significance and were all sacrificed, thoroughly cleaned.

"Now, with the Southern Two States cleared, the sixty thousand Telascallan tribes are perhaps only half remaining. Once I have sacrificed six thousand Divine Descendants, and you have captured two Snake Cities, then the hundred-year-old eastern archenemy will finally be completely resolved!"

Hearing Aweit’s words, Xiulote nodded, his expression returning to calmness. Since the eastern expedition, the Southern Legion had captured over twenty thousand, and executed tens of thousands more. The entire upper structure of the Telascallans had been wiped out. After burning the Holy City, his notorious reputation would likely spread southwards, continuously spreading eastwards, reaching the Maya Lands!

"My hands are already stained crimson with blood. My feet are soaked thoroughly with its color. Only my eyes see across the whole world, a hundred years of corn harvested in golden abundance..."