The Main God Witnesses, A Fair Exchange

"Good. The Main God bears witness!"

Xolotl looked around at the three of them and nodded in approval. The troops of his direct main legions were limited, and they had to besiege the enemy's forts and keep launching attacks. The surrender camps also needed heavy guards, so the warriors could not possibly scatter everywhere to seize Tlaxcalans hiding throughout the mountains. More than that, the main legions needed to remain pure in order to maintain discipline and fighting strength. This kind of security war was best left to the various City-State Legions.

".One adult able-bodied man for one bolt of quachtli. One woman of suitable age also for one bolt of quachtli. As for half-grown children and old people still able to farm, they'll be half a bolt of quachtli each. As long as you bring captives to the logistics camp, it'll be money in one hand, captives handed over with the other, with no limit on the number exchanged!"

"What! You'll even take children and old people?! The Lake Kingdom is actually this rich!"

This time, even Feather Goose Mihoti was stunned beyond words. At this time, the so-called "old people" in a village naturally were not like those in the Ming dynasty of the same era, where "sixty counted as old and exempt from service." Under the skies of Mesoamerica, commoners' lifespans were extremely limited. The "old people" in a village referred to those over thirty, those qualified to drink alcohol. So for Chiwako to have lived into his early forties already made him a true "old militiaman."

"Mm, we'll take them all! Raise children to twelve, and they can go down to the fields to farm. Old people can't go into battle, but they can still farm for several years."

Xolotl smiled faintly and once again made