.One Hundred and Twenty-Five, Jump from One Hell to Another

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The cold and bright full moon spread the silver mist-like light to the vast land. The wet evening breeze by the lake gently blew across the battlefield where corpses were everywhere. The smoke and blood had gradually dissipated, but the cold deaths still lie in the wilderness, allowing wild dogs and jackals to compete and bite, and their eyes were red.

On the desolate grassland by the lake, the Inca soldiers who had been fighting hard for a day curled up between the simple camp tents and fell asleep in a few clusters of dark campfires that lacked heat. On the haggard faces covered with blood, there was no trace of joy of victory, but it was filled with fatigue and sorrow that could not be resolved.

The price paid for this battle is really too great!

Looking at the miserable scene in front of me, listening to the continuous moans in the field hospital, Tekumse stood in an old cashmere cloak under the night sky for a long time, feeling mixed in his heart.

How long has it been since he suffered such a big loss? He thought quietly, as if he had won too many battles over the years. Once he got lucky and fell into adversity, he often felt at a loss.

Since last summer, the Inca army has been defeated repeatedly, and its vital forces have been exhausted. All fronts have been unable to stop taking big steps and retreating. Countless cities and towns have been lost again, and hundreds of tribes of all sizes have been bloody... Among them, although it is mainly due to the large increase in troops in the Elf Kingdom and the strength of the two sides has been decisively reversed. However, he, the supreme commander of the Mazka mainland uprising army, did not adjust his mentality in a timely manner in the battle situation, so that he used missteps in previous battles one after another, which is also one of the important reasons for his defeat.

This time, tens of thousands of elves came unexpectedly from the northern mountainous areas and hid his rear hinterland from behind. The catastrophe caused by this lonely army would completely break the backbone of the entire kingdom--as far as the lost army was concerned, the 30,000 to 40,000 tribal militias scattered in the area north of Moon Lake were basically destroyed; the nearly 10,000 general reserves deployed in the Temple of Time before the royal family was wiped out in the long offensive and defensive battle, and no one died left; even the 40,000 reinforcements he urgently transferred from the main battlefield and along the way were killed and injured more than half in the counterattack that had just subsided... But in the end, they still failed to wipe out the damn disasters!

The heavy military losses are certainly heartbreaking, but the devastating economic blow made Tekumse so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. The arms industry that Dukusco and the Gyeonggi region had been working hard for many years lost all of them. The most stable base fell into the enemy. Moreover, in just over a month, almost one-third of the Inca villages and towns on the north bank of Moon Lake were destroyed, about 400,000 people were massacred, and more than two million displaced and hungry war refugees were generated... When thinking of this huge number, Tekumse felt that he was about to collapse. Fortunately, the plateau was cold and dry, otherwise there would be plague problems - invasion, but invasion has always been the case, regardless of burying the ground.

However, from now on, all the food, clothing and accommodation of so many people have to rely on the country. To be precise, it was the supply of Tkumse. But this year is another great year. If Xiangrui had not carried a huge amount of food and fodder, he would not have even been able to provide at least the relief food. Considering the face of this group of profiteers in reinforcements, he might have to spend all the vaults for this.

The above are just tangible material losses. Although it is terrifying, as long as you grit your teeth and tighten your belt, there is always a way to survive. For Tecumse, the most terrible problem is still in the invisible politics and beliefs - due to the destruction of the Temple of Time, the rest of the Sun God, and the change of hands in Ducusco. He has actually lost the legitimacy of the throne!

Unlike those on the continent of Feren, who are used to dancing on a few eggs and maintaining their power through the balance of power among the churches. Tecumse, the king of the mountains, is truly a true God-given earthly king. He gets the earth crown from the hands of the earthly sun gods who believe in the common belief of the earthly sun gods.

For more than twenty years, in order to fight for power and profit, he, the secular monarch and the Temple of Time, representing the theocracy, has been constantly dirty. But after the destruction of the Temple of Time, Tkumse was shocked. For the Incas who have never unified the history of the founding place and are accustomed to their own political affairs, they share the belief in the Sun God Land. It is almost the only bond that maintains the unity of the entire country!

At present, even the gods who granted the power of the monarch are already unpredictable. The power of the monarch is naturally in danger--whether the power of the monarch and the government is stable or not depends on the recognition of the hearts of the people. Once the vast majority of people do not recognize the rationality of your rule. Then no matter how famous the family and the gods protect you, you will still have to fall to the end in a sad way.

More deadly, in order to rescue the holy land in time, he gave up Dukusco at this time. As a result, both ends were lost! According to the ancient tradition of losing the throne, and his reputation has declined sharply due to successive defeats in recent times. Tecumse is really very, very worried. After this series of bad news spreads, how many chiefs and lords will continue to be loyal to him, and how many ambitious people will raise the flag of anti-flag.

The only good news during this period is probably only the arrival of Neseril reinforcements. However, the military qualities of those "internationalist warriors"... Tekumse shook his head helplessly and was unwilling to think about anything more. At this point, he was almost losing the last card in his hand. Even if he could get a life-saving straw from the outside world, it would be better--it was better than nothing!

"I originally thought that if I won this battle, I could recover some of the decline. Unexpectedly... Alas, I didn't expect that I just jumped out of the hell of defeated and lost the country, and jumped into the hell of disintegration!"

A chilling evening breeze blew, and Tekumse couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and sighed quietly. Then he shook his head with a split headache, walked through the quiet camp with heavy steps, and walked towards the only noisy and noisy field hospital in the dark.

For the Incas, field hospitals were still new. In the past wars, if they wanted to treat the wounded, they would usually send them to temporary altars built by military priests and directly receive the blessings of the Sun God.

"...In fact, the removed part is not too big, and Mr. Manuel has already passed the childbirth age, so it should not have a serious obstacle to health!" The military doctor said hesitantly, and after Tecumsell thought, a rather strange expression appeared on his face, mixed with surprise, worry, anger, and... amused and crying?

"Doctor, there is nothing to hide from." He put his hand on the military doctor's shoulder and used some force in protest. "Tell them all out quickly, I'll listen."

"Uh, your majesty, actually... Mr. Manuel's lower body was seriously injured. When he was sent over, he didn't know where the two testicles were going."

His shoulder was pinched by a vise-like iron palm, and the poor military doctor grinned in pain, but he carefully approached Tekumsey's ear and whispered.

"... Even that thing was crushed to pieces and could not be repaired. If it was not removed, it would be life-threatening... Your Majesty, please be content with peace of mind. This is just a very simple small operation. And since many centuries ago, this operation has countless successful precedents and should not have many sequelae. I still have some faith in my swordsmanship.
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