Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The red sandalwood smoldered slowly in the white jade furnace, twinkling with bright specks, rising in a faint mist, emanating a mellow woody fragrance. The gentle aroma lingered in the great tent, refreshing the spirit. All the officers stood silently in awe, waiting for His Highness's decision.

In the midst of the pure fragrance, Xiulote observed quietly, gently touching. The warm sandalwood had an even hue, the material delicate, carved into a beautiful hummingbird; and the slightly cool jade furnace was crystal clear, smooth and lustrous, polished into a pure sun. The sun's hummingbird burned intensely, radiating light, heat, and fragrance, altering the surrounding environment. It was just like the Mexica legion, with the light of faith, the zeal of conquest, and the stench of slaughter, reshaping everything in the Michoacán region!

Xiulote reflected for a long time, until the tent's curtains were once again drawn back, and a brisk breeze swept in. Black Wolf Torc entered resolutely, his fighting spirit high, and then with a "thud," he kneeled on one knee.

"Respected Highness, your Black Wolf, Torc, presents himself before the king of the wolf pack!"

Seeing the spirited Torc, Xiulote smiled. He reached out to pull the "Black Wolf" up, asking with a smile,

"Torc, have you taken care of everything I assigned to you?"

"Of course! Your Highness, I dragged that spineless ratfish, waving his Marshal flag, around among the newly surrendered Tekos Militia! Seeing the seemingly submissive northern Marshal, the Tekos troops were inexplicably shocked, their expressions changing, and they will definitely be much easier to manage afterward!"

Torc laughed aloud, his disdain for the opposition evident.

Hearing this, Xiulote laughed heartily.

"The opposition is neither willing to face death bravely, nor to surrender promptly, after all, they cannot let go of their pride, nor swallow their vanity. Since that's the case, keep them well-fed and well-cared for, dragging them along in a public display! Once his pride is worn away, and his face lost, with a proper reason, he will naturally align with the Alliance!"

With some confusion, Torc looked up at His Highness.

"Highness, the opposition's Samurai have all died in battle, their fief taken by the Alliance. What's the use of investing so much effort in dealing with such a spineless ratfish?"

Xiulote smiled, patting his beloved general's shoulder.

"My Black Wolf, to conquer a kingdom, one must use both the war club and the hearts of men! You must divide the entirety of the enemy into sections, dealing with them bit by bit. Just like a skilled Samurai, who will not confront multiple enemies bunched together, but instead create opportunities for individual combat, easily defeating each opponent one by one!"

With that, Xiulote surveyed his trusted personnel in the tent, the moment perfectly fitting, and spoke again.

"Come closer, everyone, listen carefully! This is the lifelong experience of a certain Marshal, skilled in both warfare and governance. The first question in war, who is our enemy? Who is our friend?

In the Tarasco people, those who wield power include the Royal Family, Priests, Great Nobility, and Nobility; those who wield arms are the Samurai, Militia, and foreign mercenaries; those ruled over include ordinary merchants, Craftsmen, commoners, and slaves from various regions. These groups are distinctly different! There are contradictions within and among the classes, some of which even exceed the conflicts with us!"

Xiulote looked around, the teacher Olosh pensive, the lively Kuluka's eyes twinkling, the old warrior Etalik showing understanding, but only Black Wolf Torc remained bewildered. The Young Commander noted the reactions and spoke again.

"As the army marched on, initially, Otapan's Otomi, Tarasco's Royal Family, Priests, Nobilities both great and small, Samurai, Militia, and foreign mercenaries, they were all our enemies. Tarasco's merchants, Craftsmen, commoners, and slaves, all served those enemies. But as our forces cut a path southward like a juggernaut, the situation gradually evolved!"

"After forming the Alliance, the Otapan became our allies, sending troops to fight alongside us. After the naval battle at Lake Yuriria, a few Tarasco Samurai began to surrender, and some of the Militia too. By the time we captured Rivermouth Fortress, more Militia and some of the Nobility surrendered, along with some Marshals who didn't openly surrender. After taking Huayamo Fortress, the foreign mercenaries put up little resistance before joining the Alliance. Between the two fortresses, hundreds of miles of land saw many villages and towns surrender."

"At this moment, numerous Tarasco commoners and slaves are beginning to appear on the lands controlled by the Alliance. I have ordered Ezpan to organize a Tarasco legion from the surrendered troops. In the future, the numbers of the Tarasco legion will further increase, their training will intensify, and they might even surpass the current Mexica legion!"

Hearing this, the faces of the officers showed worry, Olosh started to speak but hesitated, Kuluka's expression shifted, and Etalik grasped the Sun Amulet around his neck. Hmm, Torc continued to look puzzled.

Xiulote smiled and then his expression turned serious.

"Next, is the second statement. The changing situation is divided into different stages. In each stage, we focus on destroying the most stubborn groups, increasing our friends, and decreasing our enemies!"

"The first stage, we aim to take over the Tarasco capital, eliminate the lake region's kingdom government. At that time, the Tarasco capital's Royal Family and Great Nobility will be the enemies to be eliminated! Due to the divine nature of the war, the capital's Temple High Priests will also be the enemies to be eliminated! And along the path of the legion's march, all the territories we conquer, all the Great Nobility with arms, are the enemies to be eliminated!"