Two thousand flying axes, three thousand long swords, four thousand iron spears, five thousand iron axes, one thousand steel shields and one thousand sets of armor.

When Amy handed these iron tools into Bjorn's hands, the rebels gathered in Ascapocharco City were all excited. No festival could compare to the grand occasion at this time. They first competed for the iron tools in a nearly snatch manner, and then played with them all day long like children who had received the toys. In order to test the newly obtained weapons, the sound of weapons colliding sounded for three days and three nights, making the uninformed people mistakenly think that a war was breaking out in the city.

"All the city-states that are willing to come have arrived. Our total military force is about 7,000, of which 5,000 are slaves who escaped from Tenochtitlan. The other two thousand are warriors, but they are also some old, weak, sick and disabled. When they hear that they are going to fight against the army of Nesawar Koyotel, their morale is not high. But now, they should have the confidence to fight."

As Bjorn took Amy and walked across the street, many soldiers cheered with their newly obtained iron tools, and from time to time, people couldn't wait to ask when they would go to war. Bjorn answered them with a smile. He took Amy into a warehouse, where there was a lot of gold.

"This is the spoils obtained from the Sun King's palace, you can transport them back. The city-states responded this time are less than expected. According to the price of Aztlan, these golds are not enough to pay your goods. But now you can only ask me to credit for the account for the time being. After taking Nesavalcoyotel and capturing Tescoko, I will replenish you the spoils obtained from the Tescoko Palace. If it is not enough, there is still a Tracopan. How about it?"

"No." Amy shook her head, "These gold is piled up here first. My transport team needs to transport more expensive goods and there is no room for gold."

Bjorn showed a smile that was already clear about everything, but asked, "Oh? More expensive goods than gold? What is that?"

"Food and grass, and weapons as reserves." Amy's eyes were filled with a bit of hostility, "I brought five hundred soldiers, and this ambush Nesavalkoyotel is also my one."

Bjorn nodded—Ela was captured by Nessa Valcoyotel, and Amy was completely expected to do this.

After taking a little time to get familiar with new weapons and armor, the rebels followed the route provided by the "Eagle" to ambush Nesavalkoyotel.

In addition to Bjorn and Sitralmina, there were seven disciples of Quirakiri in the rebel army. They obtained good positions in various city-states with this identity, and most of the city-states that came to support this time were inspired by them. Bjorn separated the soldiers and let the seven fellow disciples serve as the leader of a unit of about a thousand people.

"Master Quilakiri did divination for our trip!"

Before leaving, Sitramina and the seven disciples came to the front of the army and shouted to the rebels who were ready to move:

"He told us that in this battle, Nesawarkoyotel will undoubtedly lose!"

Accompanied by a burst of warm cheers, the morale of the army rose to an extreme.

Three days after the march, they found the first warehouse of supplies prepared by the Eagle. Large batches of tortillas, piled up into mountain-like pumpkins, baskets of beans, as well as tomatoes, cactus and sunflower oil, and even bundles of tobacco and piles of tequila for the soldiers to enjoy. These slaves from Tenochtitlan had never seen such a rich food. They all stared at the eyes like a hillbilly and drooled.

An eagle hovered in the sky, with a tuft of white hair on its forehead, which looked like a white eye. As soon as Sitramina and others showed up, it rushed over. Sitramina untied a letter from its legs, and only glanced at it, then shouted excitedly to the soldiers: "The 'Eagle' said that this is only a three-day share of food, and three days later, there is a new warehouse waiting for us!"

The soldiers cheered. That night, they lit a bonfire in the open air and held an unscrupulous carnival. Tequila was originally something that nobles and priests could only drink on important festivals, but they rummaged into their mouths like drinking water. Tobacco was also a luxury. They not only smoked themselves, but even threw tobacco into the bonfire, making the entire camp filled with intoxicating mist; the unfinished tomatoes were thrown all over the ground. Finally, these slaves, who were not long ago, were lying on the ground with red faces, constantly burping and burping.

Three days later, they found another warehouse of supplies mentioned by the Eagle, which was also filled with tequila and tobacco, as well as various delicious vegetables and meat. The soldiers of the rebels took out the supplies and held a grand dinner.

That night, Bjorn walked into Amy's barracks.

"I have been watching these days. You have been dividing the troops from us and gnawing on your own dry food." He said, "It's not necessary. If you join us, then our supplies are your supplies. Your soldiers can join in and enjoy them together."

"No, I am me, you are you. I assist you because His Majesty was captured by Nesaval Kojotel. But I am not a member of you after all." Amy rejected Bjorn, "I will eat the food we brought ourselves, it is better to distinguish it."

"But your soldiers will be jealous when they are watching, right?" Bjorn smiled. "If you can't eat well, your morale will be low. Your troops are the main force here. These slaves are eating wine and meat, so how can you just let you eat steamed buns? Look, tomatoes, tobacco, pumpkin, and all of them are not available on the old continent. If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to eat them when you go back."

Amy shook her head: "I'll talk about what's going on in the future. My soldiers do have people who are jealous of these, but I scolded them: 'Your Majesty was captured by Nesavalcojotel, and life and death are unknown. You have no intention of drinking and eating meat', so they dare not make trouble. Moreover, Bjorn, there is one thing you don't feel strange about?"

"Strange? What's the matter?"

"Does these supplies really supply an army to the battlefield?"

"You're thinking too much."

Bjorn still had a smile on his face, but a trace of caution flashed through his eyes.

For these slaves who had just been liberated, and even for many warriors from the city-state, tobacco is a luxury that they cannot usually access. So during the six-day marching, the soldiers sucked tobacco roll after roll, and every day, the army was filled with the white mist after tobacco was lit.
Chapter completed!