novelAbuy Chapter 53 - 43 The World_3
Chapter 53 - 43 The World_3
"Chichimeca Canine Descendants, known to be from Four States, with at least eight divisions, are a population of around seven hundred thousand. They are nomadic people without horses, and the whole population is ready for war."
"The Vastec people are somewhat loyal vassals of the Alliance. They live scattered near the lake at the very end of the East, distributed across the northeastern plains. They once had an Alliance too, but it was long ago subjugated and dissolved by us."
"They are natural musicians with a tradition of worshipping in the nude; they rarely wear clothes. Hmm, their young women are slender and excel in rhythmic dance." Aweit looked at the young man and smiled meaningfully.
"The Vastec, scattered across Six States, with about six hundred thousand people, fifteen thousand Samurai, and thirty thousand Militia."
"The Tekos live to the west and north of the Tarasco, near the lake at the edge of the West. They have a loose Alliance that the Tarasco Alliance constantly subjugates. Colima is their ancestral land with nearly two hundred thousand people, and there, the World’s Fissure belches smoke and fire."
"Tekos Alliance, Four States, seven hundred thousand people, twenty thousand Samurai, fifty thousand Militia."
Colima? The name sounded very familiar to Xiulote. He racked his brain,
"Tlapanec people, Four States, two hundred thousand people. Five thousand Samurai, ten thousand Militia. Southwest of the Mistec Alliance, along the Pacific Ocean coast—an insignificant minor Force."
"There are also wild Tribes scattered in the forests, large and small, impossible to count accurately. Wherever sweet potatoes can survive, there will be human habitation."
"Eighty States under heaven, divided into five distant domains. Fifty years in the human world, nine Tribes united in a hundred battles!" The young man’s heart surged and he couldn’t help but chant a crooked poem. Then thinking again, fifty years in the human world? Bah, that’s an ill omen, he misspoke just now.
"What about the more distant Maya?" After a while, Xiulote asked Aweit with curiosity.
Aweit racked his brain, contemplating for a long time, before answering: "That is the end of the world, endless southeastern Rainforest. The Maya people are roughly divided into three: the corn people of the northern Yucatan, the Itza corn people in the middle, and the K’iche’ corn people in the far south. Hm, corn people is the self-designation of the Maya."
"And as for the more specific numbers?" the Commander finally shrugged, absolutely refusing to admit he didn’t know. "Let’s conquer the known world first, then go see what’s at the edge of this world!"
Xiulote then laughed loudly, and the two looked south again. Tarasco’s Scouts were running toward the main camp in the south. After a while, a large group of elite Samurai clad in Armor emerged, each holding a huge Bronze Axe that glinted coldly. They exuded an intimidating killing intent and, escorting another tall banner, went straight to the Lerma River bank.
The persistent drizzle finally ceased. Across the several hundred meters of the river, the two armies’ Supreme Commander faced each other from opposite shores. The huge banners fluttered in the wind, saluting one another to signify the beginning of battle.