At the beginning of October, the sun had just hung in the sky, and the army of Sun City was ready to go on the shooting range. One hundred soldiers were divided into ten squads, each with a horse and a ********, and the captain and deputy captain had an extra revolver on their belts. Twenty snipers each had a long-barreled rifled gun, a firing type, a ten-millimeter all-steel pointed bullet, and a full charge that could have enough lethality at five hundred meters. However, the recoil is very large, generally at a distance of two or three hundred meters, it is enough to use a semi-charged bullet. In addition, the snipers also have a monocular for each.

Hong Tao also tried to attach a monocular to the gun as an optical sight, and developed a simple installation track for this purpose, but after several tests, this device was scrapped by himself.

The reason is very simple, the track processing accuracy is not enough, and the effect of not moving can be achieved, and the bullet does not know where to run if it changes slightly. Stability cannot be guaranteed in an environment like a shooting range, and on a battlefield with a more complex environment, there is basically no practicality, so it is better to aim directly with your eyes. The monoculars issued to snipers are used to find their targets, and they are very small and usually hang around their necks.

There were also thirty sappers in this unit, who were armed with only a small number of double-barreled hunting guns and pistols, and did not participate in combat in normal times. But each of the thirty men had two horses, and a pack team of more than a dozen pack horses. In addition to supplies and ammunition, they carried more tools such as axes, saws, ropes, pulleys, etc. The task of these sappers is to open roads and bridges in the mountains and rivers, and when they camp, they have to open up the camp and act as cooks by the way.

Hong Tao was dressed exactly like the soldiers, with straw-yellow linen trousers, short-sleeved shirts, and whaleskin thick-soled marching boots. Pistols and pistol bullets were pinned to his belt, a shotgun bullet belt was worn cross-body on his chest, and a large straw hat with a wide brim of palm fronds was worn on his back. There was also a backpack strapped to the back of the saddle, which contained his own change of clothes, socks, first aid kits, blankets, and food rations for three days.

Straw hats, blouses, backpacks, and blankets were emblazoned with a black pyramid emblem, and the top of the tower was still shimmering white, embroidered with silver thread by the women of Cité Soleil. At present, there is nothing rich here, but there is a lot of silver, and most of the Indian tribes who come here to exchange goods choose to use silver as their currency.

The only difference is that Hong Tao's saddle has a leather holster on each side, and two double-barreled shotguns stuck in one left and one right. Hong Tao was afraid of death, and he was always afraid that the gun would suddenly run out of bullets during the war, so he used his power to add an extra shotgun to himself. In fact, he wanted to bring four, but he couldn't carry so much ammunition, so he had to give up.

"We are ......" slowly walked past the group on a tall, sauce-colored horse, followed by Swan, who was riding a white horse, and pulled out his shotgun, the silver ornaments on it reflecting a dazzling glow in the sunlight.

"People of the Sun God!" More than 100 people shouted out the second half of the sentence together, which was very shocking.

"We want to ......" Joseph made up these slogans are all sets, and Hong Tao memorized them all for several days.

"Sprinkle the world with the splendor of the sun god!" More than 100 people shouted hoarsely in unison.

"All those who do not convert to the sun god ......" Hong Tao was already a little annoyed, and this time he had to go to Joseph and ask him to refine the slogan.

"They are all enemies of God, and they will be burned to death by divine fire, so that they will become soulless people!" The troops who have been brainwashed by religious fanaticism are the most terrible, Hong Tao looked at those Indian soldiers holding their red voices and shouting slogans designed by others, his expression was still so moved, his heart was cold, and his back was cold in a cold sweat.

"Fight for the sun god ......" finally came to the last sentence.

"Let the soul return to the sun god and live forever!" As soon as these words came out, many soldiers shed tears, as if they had really seen the kingdom of God. Together with the nearby villagers who watched the departure ceremony, they also chanted the slogans of long live the sun god, long live the kingdom of God, and long live the envoy of God, and many people burst into tears.

"Let's go!" Hong Tao pointed the gun in his hand to the west, and the first group of cavalry urged the war horses, lined up in a column, and walked towards the road carved out in the rainforest without looking back. An accordion sounded from the procession, and two men in linen robes followed. They controlled the horses with their legs, and each of them held a bandoneon accordion in their hands, and they played it very vigorously.

"Your Majesty, can't you teach them another tune? This piece is suitable for dancing around a campfire during the harvest, not for fighting, and has no strength at all. Swann began to contradict again, and every time he went on an expedition, he was probably tired of listening to missionaries.

"You know the, it's called the March of the Musketeers. It depicts a group of musketeers who have won a battle and are returning home with cheerful steps. You see, our war horses are more artistic than you. "Hong Tao is called a bullying alive, a beer barrel polka, Leng was said by him to be a march of the musketeers. Whether it is in the past life or the future life, there is no such song at all. Anyway, the accordion was made up by him and the jewelers of Jinhe City, and all the tunes so far have been taught by him, and he can do whatever he says and whatever he does.

In fact, art is a blind Nima analysis, everyone hears something different from each song, and most people can't hear any meaning at all, Hong Tao is one of most people.

Although he has learned several musical instruments and done music-related work, he hates people who open and close their mouths to say what they hear. Especially those who point to a so-called famous painting of abstraction, not to say that they can see that there is a love for life inside. Love your uncle, there are several colors on it that are painted by Blind Nima, the author himself doesn't know what he wants to paint, it's not good that he is stunned and smeared in a psychedelic state, Hong Tao feels that the paper he wipes his ass is better than some famous paintings.

"You say yes...... Swann is also a blank slate in terms of artistic accomplishment, and he doesn't even have the capital to lift the bar.

"When I have time, I'll get another snare drum out, you'll love it. Laa...... La-la...... Hehe...... "Music sometimes does have the effect of regulating mood, Hong Tao is very happy to listen to the fast-paced tune of the polka, shaking his head and beating the beat, and singing along with his mouth." Who raises what birds, the horse he sat on is also a second-class goods, and at the same time has a little bit of artistic cells, and actually steps forward with small steps to the beat.

"Where is this going to war, it's almost the same as greeting relatives......" Swann didn't understand what the snare drum was, and urged the horse to follow behind Hong Tao. He was very unhappy to let Hong Tao follow him to fight, usually after the expedition, he had the final say, and now he has a bigger head, he can imagine how many times he had to be tortured by Hong Tao along the way.

Saba, originally a Mayan city, later due to the invasion of the northern peoples, the Maya gradually retreated southward, and it became an important stronghold of the Toltecs. Located at the northern end of the Sierra Madre Oriental in eastern Mexico, on the border between the central plateau and the eastern coastal plain, this town is one of the few mountain passes that connects the plateau and the plains. It is an important passage from the coastal plain to the Central Plateau.

It is said that it is a town, but in fact there are no tall walls, and the architectural style of the Indians is more inclined to nature. With the exception of the temples, altars, and sculptures in the center of the town, most of the inhabitants live scattered around the central area.

Their houses are not next to each other, but more like the living forms of the wealthy in North America in later generations, and there is land around the houses, on which various plants are grown. The houses are connected by stone paths, which are paved with obsidian flakes. This stone was formed by a volcanic eruption and is found everywhere in the Central Plateau. It is used to build houses, to make farm tools, weapons, to carve giant statues, to pave roads.

The social structure of the Indians, and more importantly our Bronze Age, was a loose alliance of city-states, and the word state was unfamiliar to them. But they did not have bronze vessels, and only smelted some gold, silver, and copper, and lead and tin were only used for sacrifices. There are only three animals that can be considered livestock without livestock and wheels, the hairless Mexican dog, the hairless guinea pig, and the hairy turkey.

Under such conditions of social productive forces, it cannot become a real country. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of people get together to form a city-state is already the limit, no matter how vast the land is, they can't control it, and transportation is a big problem. There are not even cattle and horses, so you can't rely on people to carry them.

However, they already had a concept of class, and the lords or chiefs, monks, and warriors were equivalent to nobles, and their land did not need to pay tribute. Others are counted as commoners, divided into a kind of social structure called karpui, a bit like our village or cooperative. The land was owned by all the owners of Calpuiri, but taxes had to be paid to the chiefs to pay for the expenses of the ruling group.

In this social structure, the temple is a higher education institution and at the same time a law enforcement agency, and the power of the monks is very large. Learning ancient wisdom, reciting poems praising the gods, calendars, astronomy, teachings, astrology, etc., were all rights reserved to the children of nobles, and commoners could only enter the noble samurai class and thus become nobles only if they became warriors and performed well in battle.

Saba is not a major city of the Totriots, and it is supposed to be considered a frontier town. The Trothorn chieftain, or monarch, was in the northwestern city of Tula, where at its height forty or fifty thousand people lived. However, after the arrival of the Chichimeca farther north, the temples and altars in the city of Tula were destroyed, and the high priests could no longer erect huge stone statues, and the Trotskys were no longer protected by the gods, and their strength became weaker and weaker, and they began to gradually withdraw from the fertile Anahuak Valley and scatter in all directions, and Saba was one of the Trotsky's large cities.

(To be continued.) )