Slaughter, Capture, and Trade

"Huh?!"

Seeing His Highness's noble fury, Moyahualo of the Coiled Python trembled all over. With a thud, he dropped to both knees and hurriedly explained in terror.

"Main God as witness! Your Highness, the Coiled Python Legion fought day and night and lost three thousand Militia before we wiped out ten thousand Tlaxcalan fighting men. Not one of those Tlaxcalan men was good or decent. They are all enemies of our Mexica Alliance! They have fought and killed us for decades. There is already a blood feud between us that can never be untied!"

"Faced with such old enemies, according to the Alliance's way of handling things, the men should be slaughtered, and all those taller than a Short Spear should be killed! Then the women are left to bear children, and the children are sent to the community military schools to be raised, changing out the seed completely!... Only then will this place truly become land of us Mexica People!"

"That's right. Legion Commander Coiled Python is right! Your Highness, this is the Eastern Expedition holy war! It is the Alliance's Eastern Expedition announced by the supreme king, a holy war to destroy a nation decreed together by the immortal sun and the exalted High Priest Council!"

Flower Tree Xochicua's plump face twitched, and he knelt as well. He watched His Highness's expression and spoke cautiously, yet his words were still full of killing intent.

"The Tlaxcalans are fierce and untamable, soldiers to the last man. The tribe's men all train with bows and arrows, and they have the mountains and forests to shield them! After the army marches north, the grain route will pass through this basin. If we don't kill them over once, how can we ensure the safety of the grain route? If the enemy harasses