NOVPUBHearing this, the confidants all revealed expressions of joy and visibly relaxed.
"Hmm… Prince… military exploits… hey!"
The eyes of the weasel became even greedier, his greed tinged with a hidden murderous intent. He lifted his head, and seeing the insiders stealthily retreating, he shouted loudly.
"Stop! Put down the treasures in the bamboo basket! Otherwise, I will catch you all and kill every one of you! ..."
"Damn it! This is what I got at the risk of my life, after so much scheming and killing...,"
Puap could no longer hold back and burst into an angry roar.
"Put it down, put it all down! Master, please put it down!"
The old militiaman shouted urgently. He raised his hand, personally helped Puap to unload the bamboo basket, and then signaled the surrounding militia with his eyes.
"Throw it out! Throw!"
Seeing the joy on the face of the opposing commander, Chiwaco abruptly shouted and smashed the bamboo basket toward Coyote. The weasel family head was quick to dodge with a swift sidestep. Even though the other old brothers were reluctant, they did not hesitate to throw the bamboo baskets out.
"Clang! Dang!" The bamboo baskets hit the ground, making a crisp crashing sound. A large amount of gold, silver, and jewels scattered across the floor, glimmering brilliantly and tinkling like enticing spring water.
"Flee!"
Chiwaco shouted loudly and turned to run. Puap reluctantly glanced back but still led the militiamen to escape together. In just a brief moment, the crowd that was full of spoils was left with nothing but the feather-filled bamboo basket on the old militiaman’s back.
"Family Head, should we go after them?"
The weasel’s eyes flickered. He watched over ten militiamen run away quickly, then looked at the scattered wealth… After hesitating for a few moments, he shook his head.
"Heh! They’re smart, I’ll spare their lives today!"
Afterward, Coyote no longer hid the greed in his eyes. He waved his hand broadly and shouted.
"Hurry! Collect all the wealth on the ground, no hiding any! I am not a stingy man! Divide it into ten parts, two for Her Majesty, one for the captain, one for His Highness, and one to be rewarded to you all!"
The confidants let out a low cheer. This distribution ratio was the old rule of the nobility’s private army. Weasel felt no guilt, pleased with his own generosity. What, you ask about the remaining five portions? Naturally, they all belong to the master!
"I never thought guarding the gate would yield such a harvest, truly the Chief Divine is generous! Ha ha!"
Coyote revealed a satisfied smile and walked toward the Prince, who had now woken up. His eyes shone as if he had seen a rare treasure.
"Boy, don’t pretend to be asleep, who do you think you can fool? Come on, tell us your family name! ..." 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
The night breeze swept through, and young Shatini opened his eyes. He stared defiantly with a trembling body at the swelling crowd of Mexica samurai approaching him...
"Old Chi, we’ve run so far in one go!... Where are you heading? Are we not leaving the city anymore?"
"Master, the east gate is blocked, and the west gate is definitely the same. These Mexica seem to be not with the Mexica captain… it was really dangerous just now! We’ll detour to the southern civilian district to hide for a while, then meet up with my daughter and the families of our brothers!"
Chiwaco glanced at the continually loyal dozen brothers, slowed down, and whispered to the crowd. Then, he patted the feather bamboo basket on his back and encouraged with a smile.
"The most important things are here! As soon as we see the Mexica Highness, everyone will have a share of the merits!"
The group awkwardly gathered again and trudged forward. As they moved, the situation in South City gradually stabilized, occasionally encountering Long Spear troops blocking the streets.
Chiwaco patiently observed for a long time but could not distinguish whether they were samurai or militia. These vine-hat wearing spear soldiers focused on cooperation, their actions stiff, but their discipline quite strict. Operating in squads of hundreds, they controlled key intersections, extinguished sources of fire, and jabbed to death those who created chaos. In densely packed places, some spear soldiers stepped out of the ranks, soothing the panicked civilians of the capital city with unusually skilled Prepetcha language.
Chiwaco lurked in a dark place, watching these soldiers’ silent, simple faces and familiar wooden expressions. He did not see the characteristic aggressiveness and bloodlust of the elite Mexica samurai; instead, he felt a kind of kinship and homespun atmosphere.
"Eh, is this a southern accent of the capital city? Does the Alliance have other insiders?"
Puap listened intently and then looked puzzled.
"Old Chi, the road ahead is blocked, what do we do?"
"Let’s gamble on it! These people seem reliable!"
Chiwaco bit his teeth hard. He dropped the spear he never parted with and raised the wooden plank in his hand, pulling Puap forward.
"Chief Divine bless, friendlies!"
The shout spread far, and hundreds of Long Spears militia turned to look. A young captain blew a whistle, and the militiamen silently lifted their copper spears, closing in from all sides!
