Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 1887 1360: Your Majesty Is Wrong! Warm Water Can't Kill Bullfrogs!

"Chief Divine bears witness! Outside the faith of the Divine Spirit, the threat of violence is almost the fastest way to establish order. And when the existing violent order starts functioning, any new members who join, whether as enforcers of violence or those subjected to it, must participate in it, further solidifying the chain of violence. For loose individuals can never easily resist the masses. Wherever the hearts of the people are directed, even a peerless warrior like Totec cannot resist the greater trend and can only choose to take his own life...""Therefore, whatever threatens the existing order is always another form of order. And the initial form of order is the consensus of people's hearts. This is the most dangerous ant's nest, capable of causing the first breach of the dam! So, if someone can, among a group of people, bypass the kingdom's threat of violence and establish a unanimous consensus... then he is the kingdom's greatest threat and the person who must be prioritized and resolved!"

"Chief Divine protect us! Black Wolf, my most trusted Great General, remember my words: No matter what kind of temporary oppression the kingdom's violence brings, as long as a stable order can be established and the Maya Tribes can settle down, the tribespeople of each tribe will gradually choose to accept it! This stability is a hope for the future, and in terms of action, it is the stable spring plowing and autumn harvesting, above all else! With food, people's hearts are settled. Those who have stored food and tribes that can survive are usually not going to rise in rebellion or fight to the death..."

"And while ensuring farming, what you most need to guard against is always the Maya Divine Descendants and Priests! Because only they can gather the traditional consensus of the Maya Tribe, incite a group of people to threaten the kingdom's order! Sometimes, the weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons. Rebuilding order has never been a banquet! More bloodshed of the upper class can save more lives of the lower class..."

In the tropical Maya, there is no winter, only the warm autumn of December with always-blooming flowers. Black Wolf Torc sits cross-legged under the Huashu tree, with a pot of flower tea beside him, and a long letter clutched in his hands. Both the tea and the letter were sent from the army on Southern Expedition by Xiulote. The "letter" is a teaching, the "tea" a warning, advising him to have less intent to kill, drink less alcohol, think more deeply, and see things more clearly.

"Bull Wolf! Come here, brew me another pot of tea!"

"…"

The short, stout grassland Warrior Bull Wolf, with a muffled voice, holding a boiling Copper Pot, bows his head and fills Black Wolf's cup with water. In just a few days, the Chief Divine's Emblem has already been carved into his forehead, his demeanor has become much more submissive, as if he is a different person. And indeed his identity has changed. He has become a trusted aide of Black Wolf, leading a small squad, and can be considered a grassroots officer or a tribal Chieftain.

Throughout Ekab Port, the newly arrived five hundred Barbarian Soldiers have already been dispersed everywhere. They donned Leather Armor, took up Spears and Axes, passively integrating into the "violent order of rule" under the command and leadership of the Kingdom's Warriors!

These grassland barbarians have no common language with the Maya Tribe, not even within their own language, let alone any connection of Ancestor or faith, naturally they cannot be bought off at all, and only adhere to the existing order of the kingdom. In the eyes of the local Maya Tribe, they are without doubt the force of the kingdom's power, the fearsome and fierce "Highland Barbarian Soldiers" suppressing the City-State!

"Chief Divine bears witness! With the kingdom's power, conquering the Maya Tribes isn't difficult. The real challenge is maintaining the conquest and assimilating the Maya Tribes... When the kingdom occupies each City-State, it needs to think carefully. Who will truly support us? Who will support us for the long-term? Who benefits from our rule, and who will maintain it?"

"Order needs to continually deepen, a great tree cannot grow overnight... First, win over the cooperative Maya Nobles, deal with the resisting nobles. Then win over willing believers, deal with those unwilling to convert. During this process of determining, dividing, and resolving enemies, distribute wealth and land from the upper to the lower classes, to cultivate the initial basic base. The principle of preaching is the same, cultivate devoted believers, uproot old forces!"

"The kingdom's rule must deepen, the struggle must not stop! After establishing a basic base in the lower class, further target the initial Maya Nobles who did not resist but possess too much power and influence. Because they only fear the kingdom's power, forced to accept compromise, not without thoughts of resistance. They are the hidden danger of rule, able to gather the consensus of the Mayans and stir up a storm to dismantle order..."

"So, when the time is right, separate out a batch of 'disrespectful to Chief Divine, disrupt order, oppress the tribes' enemies and continue to eliminate them! Distribute their captured interests to a portion of the lower class, to gain more basic base for the kingdom. Thus continue to advance... Do not determine too many enemies all at once, and do not be overly cautious! The grasp of this balance is the skill you, Black Wolf, most lack. Warm water boiling bullfrogs, the bullfrogs will not jump out of the pot..."

"Balance? Timing? Warm water boiling bullfrogs?"

Black Wolf puts down the letter, frowning, deep in thought. Though the theory is hard to grasp, he is a practical expert, always acting promptly!

"Bull Wolf! Bull Wolf!"

"..."

"Go out, go to the surrounding ponds, catch some bullfrogs! The ones that croak!"

"…?"

"Go! Catch them, throw them in the pot to boil! I want to see if they jump out of the pot or not!"

"..."

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The grassland warrior Bull Wolf remained silent for a moment, then turned and left the courtyard. When he returned, he was carrying a basket full of bullfrogs. For the tribes of the grasslands, hunting small game was the primary source of food. His hunting skills were indeed reliable. Bullfrogs originated from Southern North America to Central America and were also one of the small game frequently consumed by the tribes.

"Huh? Your Majesty was right; the water is boiling, and these bullfrogs really haven't... Ah! It jumped! It jumped out!..."

It turned out that the saying Your Majesty wrote was not true. When the water temperature reached a certain level, the bullfrog sensed danger, croaked, and decisively jumped out. However, just as it managed to jump out of the pot and hadn't yet escaped, the grassland warrior Bull Wolf thrust out his short spear, piercing it accurately and completely!

"Poof!..."

Warrior Bull Wolf, holding the bullfrog on his spear, looked up at the Black Wolf leader, awaiting the next instruction. Black Wolf blinked, stared at the empty clay pot, clearly a bit puzzled.

"Your Majesty is wrong! Bullfrogs aren't that dumb! If the bullfrogs knew to escape... then these Maya nobles wouldn't be that foolish either! They would surely jump before the water boils!..."

"So, we must strike hard first! Break through the city-states, clear the villages, convert believers... The first three strokes will clean them out! And then there will be nothing left to deal with! Even if a little remains, it wouldn't be a big problem..."

"Hmm... As for building a base, Your Majesty's method is too slow!... Let's have the Maya Warriors pledge allegiance, eat the Divine Descendants of the Maya! Let the grassroots believers violate tradition, sleep with the women of the Divine Descendants! Bring more grassland barbarians here, and have them intermarry with local women! Leave them no retreat, and they can only be loyal to the kingdom!..."

"Haha! I, Black Wolf Torc, am indeed the smartest Legion Commander!..."

Black Wolf Torc grinned smugly, like a beast that had its fill, while Warrior Bull Wolf squatted beside him, roasting freshly caught bullfrogs over the tea fire. After roasting them, he took a bite, pondered for a moment, then carefully tore off the two plumpest frog legs and handed them to Black Wolf.

"Leader, eat!"

"Hmm? The taste of this bullfrog is indeed good! Your Majesty likes to simmer it slowly, but I prefer fast roasting over high heat! After all, Your Majesty often says that the white-skinned demons are coming, and they are the truly formidable opponents!... I don't have the patience to slowly weave through the forest with the Mayans, fighting those pointless battles..."

Black Wolf ate the bullfrog voraciously while reading the remaining instructions in the letter. These royal commands mainly aimed to provide him with a direction, preventing him from getting confused. As for how to act, he was confident that no one could fight better or understand more than he did!

"With the Supreme Chief Divine's blessing! As I said before, the efficiency of communication determines the boundary of rule. And for the kingdom, where is the boundary within the Maya? It is along the coast and no more than two hundred miles inland, usually just a hundred miles will do!..."

"The vast Forest Sea of the Maya, like the last sanctuary of the Maya gods, is not an easy barrier to breach!... Do not venture deeper into the jungle, even if you are skilled in jungle warfare, maintain reverence for the jungle! Because, in the depths of the jungle, rule does not rely on force, communication is difficult and prolonged. Even if you conquer it, you often cannot establish a foothold..."

"Until the beliefs and order of the Maya Clan can be dismantled, until the grassroots can be thoroughly influenced, the cost of dealing with guerrilla warfare in the jungle is an expense the kingdom absolutely cannot bear!... Thus, we always need the big flag of the Mayapan Royalty to counter the banner of the inland Divine Descendants, to establish a tributary or puppet dependency. And to truly establish long-standing kingdom rule within the thousand miles of Maya jungle and even the broader expanse of the ten-thousand-mile continent of the north to south..."

"With the Chief Divine's witness! That requires a lengthy period of assimilation... or a dangerous and inevitable opportunity that will overturn the entire jungle!... The opportunity I foresee is the dreadful plague brought by the white-skinned demons, a doomsday calamity of evil plagues that will cause countless tribes to wail in death!..."

"If we can obtain the anti-pandemic medical skills of the Western Sea before the plague arrives... or if, after it arrives, the kingdom, following Divine Revelation, discovers an effective way of salvation... Using the lives lost in transmission, summarizing the responses, discovering the medicinal herbs for treatment, weakening to produce 'weak poison' smallpox that can be inoculated..."

"Only at that time! When the kingdom's priests bring miraculous salvation, can we truly and thoroughly win over the tribes, incorporating the vast thousand miles of the Maya jungle, and even a broader expanse of the north-south ten-thousand-mile continent... into the embrace of the Chief Divine!..."

Reading this final paragraph, like words of prophecy, Black Wolf Torc stood frozen, his mind overwhelmed with turmoil! He breathed with some trembling, imagining the terrifying doomsday disaster, a kind of evil that cannot be countered by force!

After a long time, he finally exhaled deeply, looking towards the horizon in the east, and queried the Divine Spirit with sincere devotion.

"Supreme Chief Divine! How much of the plague witchcraft do the demons from across the Eastern Sea wield? Where have they reached, and where do they hide at this moment?..."