Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Acap's mind turned and then he understood. He admitted with a smile,

"Indeed, your Highness of the Alliance has received a Divine Revelation; the benevolent spirits have bestowed detailed scripts. The Alliance has embraced the sacred mandate to spread the glory of the gods throughout the world, reaching every heart!"

Petl frowned slightly. He was naturally wary of the newly created scripts.

However, outside the Holy City of Cholula were the various nobility of Tlaxcala, effectively controlling the entire state of Cholula. Although the priests were sacred, their power was limited to inside the Holy City, and they had been scheming to expand outward for a long time.

The leader of the priests then smiled and said,

"Very well! Elder Acap's words are reasonable. It is the responsibility bestowed by the gods for the priests to participate in the management of the nobles' fiefs and educate the people. Please elaborate!"

Acap nodded, smiling as he began to speak,

"Each state of Tlaxcala should indeed revere the will of the Holy City... In this expedition against the heretics, the people of Tarasco have received Divine Punishment... The Alliance will always support the Holy City of Cholula... The new holy orders are divided into five levels, and priest leaders shepherd their regions... Of course, the Elder Priests of the Holy City should naturally occupy high positions, their holy orders equivalent to the twelve Priesthoods..."

In the lavishly decorated Great Temple, the sacred smoke was lit again. The envoys of the gods spoke jovially, discussing the rise and fall of the mortal world.

Meanwhile, in a secluded mountain camp, a blazing bonfire was lit. "Black Wolf" Toltec, with brows stern as a sword, stood atop the tall Wooden Fort, watching the training of the Longbow Militia.

Organized by tribe, dozens of Longbow Militia teams moved in coordinated strikes, spreading and advancing like the wind, standing firm to shoot like rain. Although the formations of the advancing Militia looked rough, they already possessed the agility of a pack of wolves, able to roughly execute the Commander-in-Chief's military orders and tactically adjust on their own. In constant movement, the tribal Hunters still maintained a certain level of organization, resembling wolves on a collective hunt.

After a brief training pause, Toltec summoned the Chieftains, rebuking them loudly for their tactical deficiencies. His expression was fierce, his voice like Thunderbolt. Chilled to the core, the Chieftains bowed their heads to take orders, scattering in all directions to drill. Only then did "Black Wolf," the Commander-in-Chief, turn around, with a hint of satisfaction on his face, to head towards the large tent. Moments later, the majestic Commander-in-Chief entered the tent, took out a brand-new paper book, and his face fell—it was time for reading and writing again.

In the new camp to the north of the Capital City, hundreds of Spear Militia let out a thundering cry, engaging in real-standing Formations under the leadership of the squad leaders. The front row of Militia held wood Spears without tips, striving to jab forward, hitting against dense Rattan Shields. The back row pushed against the shields, trying to keep their formation tight, pushing their phalanx forward. The two opposing phalanxes continued until one gradually dispersed, forced apart and completely losing formation.

"Monkey" Kuluka then blew the conch, signaling the outcome of the battle. He smiled slightly, warmly patting the shoulders of the two team leaders, sincerely praising the victorious Guzman. Then, the newly appointed Legion Commander sternly gathered the squadron leaders to explain the problems they had faced and highlighted the areas where training needed to be strengthened. From time to time, he would turn and ask for the opinion of Adjutant Ezpan.

The Surrendered General from Tarasco wore a respectful expression, providing detailed suggestions for improvement. The new Legion Commander was very approachable, quickly getting along well with the Militia, and showed great respect for his Adjutant. He promoted many outstanding members, with the gold miner Guzman being one. The more personable the Legion Commander appeared, the more Ezpan dared not underestimate him. For unbeknownst to him, the Legion had already been firmly controlled by the Commander.

And whenever night fell, Kuluka would always take paper and pen to the Adjutant's quarters, eagerly learning the tactical formations of the Spear troops. Although he looked as primitive as a monkey, his mind was exceptionally sharp and unfettered, quickly grasping the new tactics. After a few days, Ezpan was impressed.

Soon, the clash between the two Spear Formations started once again. The other numerous phalanxes, surrounding the center of the battlefield, engaged in simulated marches and deployments. Watching the Spear phalanxes take shape, "Monkey" Kuluka finally nodded in satisfaction, contemplating more complex tactics.

"After half a lifetime of twists and turns, now, I finally command an army on my own. A broad path lies open before me, and I must not fail the high expectations of your Highness!"

Not far away, Ezpan looked at the resolute Legion Commander and then at the Spear phalanxes beginning to take form, his gaze envious, deeply moved. It was a good while before he turned away to look southward at Lake Texcoco. The glistening lake surface was never without boats, continuously transporting grain and supplies from the Lake Region, also bringing the latest news of the war.

Next to the Long Bridge of White Stone, Commander-in-Chief Annatri waved the three-meter Spear Flag, and the grand fleet of Naval Forces slowly set sail, moving downstream towards the north. The fleet carried three thousand elite Samurai, holds full of dry military rations, and special weapons sealed in wooden crates, wrapped with waterproof tarpaulins.

Tepopolo, with high brow bones and a kind smile, stood behind Annatri, closely observing the martial bearing of the female Samurai, pondering the significance of the Naval Forces to the Fief, silently calculating in his heart.

After giving her commands, the sharp instincts of the Samurai made Annatri sense something. She turned briskly and, upon seeing Tepopolo's brazen gaze, her eyebrows rose.

"Tepopolo, the 'Destroyer' of Tlatelolco, you insisted on boarding my flagship, claiming important matters to discuss. Considering your current expression, could it be that this so-called important matter is a challenge to compete with me?"