NOVPUB"The ’Crocodile’ must be killed!... The ’Feathers’ must be killed as well!"
Without needing a Scout report, Jinjinni could calculate everything clearly. ’Feathers’, Pengguari, seemed brave and resolute, but in reality, he was indecisive and only focused on immediate benefits. The Chapala Legion he led must be stationed at some location in Saka at this moment, watching the development of the situation. Once the Guamal Canine Descendants moved south from the north, and the Chapala Lake Region was threatened, the Chapala Legion might retreat north directly, completely fleeing from the decisive battle that would decide the fate of the world.
"Send an Envoy with my seal to the northern Chapala Legion! Urge ’Feathers’ to come to our aid quickly. Additionally, promise Pengguari that if he arrives in the Lake Region on time to contain the Mexica Northern Army, I will betroth the direct-line princess from the Predecessor Monarch to him! He should understand what these words mean!"
Hearing this command, the trusted aide from the family opened his eyes in shock.
"Chief, this... for the King... it’s absolutely impermissible!"
A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Jinjinni’s cold face.
"No matter. This promise can only be fulfilled after the war has ended. By that time, all the chaos will be shouldered by me alone!"
The family’s trusted aide was silent for a moment, tears in his eyes. Then he bowed his head solemnly, rendered a salute, and left with dignity.
Jinjinni looked at the murals of the Divine Eagle and the Hummingbird, smiled slightly, and his expression turned cold once more. A new batch of orders was issued, his voice growing increasingly louder.
"Send an Envoy to the East, discreetly inform the King of the latest military situation in the north! Additionally, relay my suggestion, word for word: Your Majesty, when a great fire starts, the wind should stay far away. Let the wildfire sweep through, burning all the weeds, corn, and even cocoa outside the city. As long as the sacred wind persists, it will sow new seeds!"
"Again, send an Envoy to Weytamo in the south, pleading for them to harass the Mexica’s rear lines, similarly promising a Prince’s fief and betrothal of a princess from the Royal Family!"
"Send a Divine Descendant Envoy to Tlaxcala, informing the four Alliance leaders: the Tarasco Kingdom may not hold out much longer, and once the Kingdom falls, they can only resist the Mexica alone. The Kingdom earnestly requests that the allied nations that have agreed to marital ties mobilize their armies and come to our aid quickly! Besides, inform the Elder Priests of Cholula that the Tarasco Kingdom is willing to convert and revere the Cholula Holy City, serving the Nava gods!"
"Lastly, send a Divine Descendant Envoy to the south to Mistec, southeast to the Zapotecs, northeast to Vastec, to the east to the Totonacs, and even to the weak Tlapanec! Tell them, if the Tarasco Kingdom perishes, the Mexica will inevitably unite the world under their control! If they do not wish to forever be submerged under the Samurai’s War Club, enduring endless tribute and sacrifices, they must resist now!"
"The Tarasco does not expect them to bravely take up arms and attack, but at the very least, they should halt their tributes to the Mexica Alliance! In such intense warfare of a hundred thousand scale, even the Mexica’s national power won’t last two years! After this battle, regardless of national size, all will be treated as brothers!"
Jinjinni was almost roaring out the last orders, his face, the Chief Minister’s, flushed with an odd redness. He took deep breaths, waved away the surrounding trusted aides, no longer maintaining his dignified posture. After a long while, staring at the last mural, he suddenly smiled radiantly.
"After this battle, regardless of whether we win or lose, the Hummingbird will cease to exist!... If the Divine Eagle survives, I will fulfill the trust placed in me by three generations of Predecessor Monarchs, henceforth falling with a smile, my soul eternally descending into the Abyss!"
