Aztec Eternals

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March comes with the wind, and it is already halfway through in a blink of an eye. The weather was still sunny and dry, and it was a good day to travel.

Villagers from all over the world came with their surplus agricultural products and went to the big market in the northern city of Tlatelolco to exchange their needs. When they passed the northern gate of the capital city in the lake, the village of Tepiyaga, they were surprised to find that the houses here had been temporarily requisitioned by the Alliance, and a new legion camp was also being built outside the nearby school grounds.

In the wide school grounds, a full 8,000 spear corps have been assembled to form a dense spear formation. Among them were 6,000 tenacious and obedient miners, 1,000 repeatedly selected village militiamen, and finally 1,000 warriors who served as the backbone.

Their right hand held a two-meter-five bronze spear, which weighed about six or seven catties, and their left hand was a one-meter-diameter rattan shield, which weighed ten catties. The shield is securely fastened to the upper arm of the left hand and hung around the neck with a tie. In front of the spear formation, the leading warriors wore white cloth paper armor and brown rattan helmets. If you look closely, you will find that everyone has a white cloth tied around their left arms, which is quite eye-catching.

At this moment, receiving the order to "stand up", thousands of pike militiamen stood in awe, silent. Around them, there are hundreds of guards patrolling and inspecting, scolding and supervising the militiamen from time to time.

In front of the school grounds is a high platform. A shrine was built on the high platform, and Shulot sat cross-legged on the shrine. He was wearing a complex and solemn chief priest robe, a thick and dazzling feather crown, and a gilded obsidian necklace around his neck, like the messenger of the gods in the world. The eyes of the "God Envoy" swept across the spear formation, and the pike militiamen bowed their heads in fear and did not dare to look at them.

Under the warm sunshine, the militiamen stood still, with stern faces. A large shield spear, showing the strength of a samurai. Wearing armor and helmets symbolizes elite equipment. The entire gun formation stood like a forest, exuding a mighty might.

Seeing this scene, Shulot nodded slightly satisfied.

"The pike militiamen have been training together for two weeks. The discipline of these miners is really good. But after practicing for more than ten days, they have some appearances when they stand up. I will see their marching formations later. "

He looked serious and thought to himself.

"The long spear and large shield are already in place, and the cloth paper armor and rattan helmet are still being produced. We still have to urge the armor master Mattel to complete the deployment of the legion as soon as possible."

While thinking about it, Shulot waved his hand, and the guard next to him went down to give orders, signaling the trainer to start training in formation. Wearing this majestic costume, it is naturally impossible for him to go off the field in person and train the legion by hand. In fact, Scholot knew very little about the specific training steps of the army. He just made suggestions to the training chief officer from time to time based on the clips he had seen in the past.

Two trainers stood in front of the high platform. The chief officer of the training is Balda, the eagle warrior who is good at fighting. He had Legion training experience and was an outstanding warrior himself, proficient with spears and shields.

Beside Barda is Ezpan, the leader of the descendants from Tarrasco. He was in his thirties, weather-beaten, and a squad leader of the Tarrasco Pike Militia. After being captured at Leman, he was left behind by Shroud, exempted from sacrifice, and surrendered shortly after. He had experience training with Tarrasco pikemen, and was appointed adjutant to assist in training.

Upon receiving His Highness's order, Barda nodded. What was the "standing in the military posture" link just now was His Highness's proposal. It is said that it can increase discipline and improve the spiritual outlook of the soldiers. His Highness was growing in power, and although he was noncommittal about this proposal, he took it as an order to execute it.

Barda shook his head secretly again. He has been the commander for ten years, and he has full confidence in military drills. Then he yelled to the left and right.

"Play the flute, beat the drum, march, form!"

The marching flute sounded immediately, and the lance corps began to spread out to both sides, divided into battalions of a thousand men, and each battalion consisted of five squads of two hundred men. The battalion commanders of the 1000-strong battalion are all senior warriors, while the battalion commanders of the 200-strong battalion are partly elected by the miners, and most of them are still held by warriors.

With the rapid whistle sound, the team leader Guzman was sweating nervously. While shouting loudly, he tried his best to suppress the footsteps of his teammates behind him, so that they would not be scattered as much as possible. The pace of everyone was still uneven, and within a few steps, the front and rear queues collided. The former captain's gun was tilted, touching the shield of the back team, making a continuous "bang" sound, and it was about to be completely twisted together.

At the critical moment, Guzman, the leader of the team, shouted "stop", and the newly added aides to the army also tried desperately to stop them. The team slowly stopped and stood to regroup. The team of gold miners is indeed the most disciplined. Dozens of backbones call back and forth, and re-arrange the militia in a chaotic formation. After a while, the miniature gun formation started to operate again. Everyone bumped each other and walked out, and there were several pairs of rattan hats on the ground.

After walking a distance, the surrounding spear teams gradually dispersed, and Guzman's team also became loose. There was a turn in the middle, and he shouted nervously in the face of this difficult collective action.

"Turn left, turn left, turn towards the arm of the white cloth strip!"

Using this white cloth strip to distinguish the left and right saves a lot of training effort. It wasn't until he reached the predetermined position that he remembered to continue shouting.

"Gather, gather. The left shield covers the left teammate, and the rear pistol supports the front teammate!  …"

Guzman didn't know what he meant by the words he shouted. Based on a general feeling, everyone imitated the small formation that Tarrasco demonstrated a few days ago, forming a dense front side by side, gathered in an irregular shape. The front soldier pointed his spear diagonally, and then the rear soldier raised the spear with the back grip, placed it on the shoulders of the front soldier, and went back in turn. In front of the most spear formation, there were three or four layers of spears, which looked a bit like hedgehogs.

After such a long time, the small gun formation was completely formed. Everyone stood still, facing back and forth, side by side, and could feel the rapid breathing of the front and back. Guzman, who was on the front side, breathed a sigh of relief. He tried to turn his head to look, but could only see the rattan helmet of the person behind him. Then he looked to the front, but saw that the salt workers were still bumping into a ball, which made him laugh.

But Shirot on the altar couldn't laugh. With no expression on his face, he looked at the phalanx of spears under the altar, and clenched his sleeves tightly.

Although two or three quarters of an hour had passed, only one-third of the small formations that had effectively unfolded and gathered. The spear and shield soldiers of the brigade collided into several groups in the center, with no distinction between the front and the rear, and it was difficult to distinguish between the left and the right. The team leaders and the deputies accompanying the army shouted, trying to separate their teams, but they couldn't find them at all. Some teams try to stop, only to be pulled together even harder by other struggling teams.

There were many squashed rattan hats scattered on the ground, and occasionally scattered rattan cards and spears. Shilot first counted the falling spears, probably hundreds. He shook his head helplessly. Then, he counted the number of shields that landed, and got a rough figure of ten or twenty.

Shirot frowned. The shields were strapped to the arms and were unlikely to fall unless the militiamen deliberately removed them. Thinking of this, his face was cold, and he said a few words to the guard. The guard hurried away.

Soon, Barda nodded fiercely and smiled ruthlessly. The training master ordered again.

"Blow the snail, stop, spread out and wait on the spot!"

The ear-piercing sound of the snail sounded, and the hundreds of samurai supervising the surrounding area took out wooden sticks, swiped and led, and dispersed the gathered spearmen from the periphery. As the crowd gradually evacuated, the operation of the Pike Legion gradually returned to normal. One-third of the spear and shield soldiers were arranged in small formations, separated by two wings. The rest of the militia stood in place, trying to maintain a neat appearance.

After everyone stood still, Barda roared and shouted.

"On the battlefield, the shield is your life! The shield should be tied to your arm, tied around your neck, and will fall with you. Those who drop the shield will lose their lives!"

Speaking of which, the training chief waved his hand mercilessly.

"Those who lost their shields, bring them to the front!"

Hearing the order, the warriors under the supervision of hundreds of people stepped into the scattered militia group again, dragged out the militiamen without shields, and pressed them to the forefront of the spear formation.

Guzman felt bad. He took a slight step back, covering his fellow miners behind him. The shield in the opponent's hand didn't know when it was thrown away. Fortunately, their formation was tight, and the supervised samurai simply swept past them and went to the loose militia group in the center.

A quarter of an hour later, more than a dozen militiamen who lost their shields were held in front of the formation. The two of them were fighting, and they were already vaguely aware of the next fate. Among them, the responsive salt worker shouted and begged for mercy, but was strangled by the warrior behind him and forced to keep quiet.

Barda swept the audience majestically again, and swung his battle stick down sharply.

"All executed!"

Without any hesitation, the supervising samurai took out his personal long dagger and wiped it on the necks of the militiamen in front. But after a dozen or so breaths, there were more than a dozen clusters of bright red spreading on the ground, and the person lying on the ground could no longer make a sound.

Looking at the silent, solemn spear militiamen. Barda nodded in satisfaction. He ordered again.

"The army is scattered. Take the battalion of a thousand people as a group, and train in a dispersed queue!"

Greeted by officers at all levels, the militiamen scattered and gathered again. Guzmán's squad dispersed slightly and resumed the march. Everyone was silent and did not speak, but tied the shield tighter, and then clenched the long spear in their hands. Guzman, the leader of the team, guided the direction of the team. He deliberately passed the scattered shields, leaving a gap for the companions behind. The miner also nimbly bent down and grabbed it, as if he had grabbed a gold mine from a gold river, took the shield of life back into his hand again, and fastened it quickly and carefully. He then leaned forward and thanked Guzmán in a low voice.

"Brother Guzman, you saved me! I will listen to you in the future!"

Guzman in front smiled and nodded. Soon, they gathered into a battalion of a thousand people, and under the command of the samurai battalion commander, they formed the formation again.

This time, the walking speed of everyone was much slower, but the actual time spent was shorter than the last time. The scattered eight thousand-man battalions did not interfere with each other, and each battalion of five two-hundred-man squads gathered into a sharp pike phalanx. Then the militiamen set up their spears again and stood still.

On the altar, Shulot observed carefully and nodded slightly.

In front of his eyes, forty small spear squares appeared, thickly gathered into eight groups. There are tens of meters of gaps between the squares, which gradually become smaller as the squares move, until every five squares form a roughly straight line. This will be the defensive line on the battlefield. Although there are still ups and downs on the front line, and some square formations have gradually turned into circular formations, at least they have a certain actual combat capability.

Sherlot pondered in his heart.

"This time, the effect of the thousand-person formation is much better. It seems that with the expansion of the square array, the difficulty of the formation will skyrocket, and the legion-level formation is obviously beyond the capabilities of the current militia."

Afterwards, Shirot sighed lightly when he thought of the loose formation in the formation movement and the speed needed to form the formation again. In his expectation, the template of this new army is the phalanx soldiers in the early days of ancient Greece. They must have the ability to march in a phalanx, to fight collectively, and to launch several rows of long guns to charge at short distances if necessary. And now it seems that this new army is still far from the early phalanx of the formation, let alone the more stringent Macedonian phalanx.

Xiulote recalled carefully, the new army organized now is more like the common spear and shield soldiers in the Three Kingdoms of China.

The length of the spear is two meters, five to three meters, and it can keep the front and back three rows of jabs at the same time. However, due to the power requirements of jabs, the frequency of attacks is actually not high, and more of them have the effect of blocking. The shield with a diameter of one meter can effectively protect against bows and arrows and battle sticks, which greatly improves the survivability of the militia. Of course, larger shields also further reduce their attack power.

All in all, the positioning of this new army is more inclined to defend in place, resist the attack of enemy samurai, maintain the stability of the front line, and act as a meat shield to absorb firepower.

"You can't expect a militia that has been trained for several months to have the ability to strike like a samurai. The real output still depends on cross-fired crossbows and elite samurai with two-wing assault."

Shirot stared at the gun formation in front of him, thinking quickly in his mind. In his opinion, the training of the pike militia has just begun. To truly exert the power of the phalanx, it may take years of training and battle formation.

In the next month, he is also preparing to arrange competition among the teams, the winner will be rewarded with meals, and the loser will be punished for chores. Then there's adaptive training for bow shooting, defensive training for samurai shocks... There are many more memories in his mind.

Shulot thought for a long time, and the pike militia also stood for a long time. After a long while, the young man summoned guards and motioned to disband the phalanx of spears, and the battalions were separated for their own training.

Barda nodded in obedience and shouted loudly.

"Disband, split camp. Thousands of battalions train shield defense and jab."

After speaking, the fierce eagle warrior turned his head, looked at Ezpan, who had no sense of existence beside him, and chuckled softly.

"You Tarrascos are really interesting. With such a phalanx of spears, you can also resist the invincible samurai?"

Ezpan smirked, his eyes flashing a flexible light. The training adjutant bowed his head and saluted Barda respectfully. His eyes were quietly looking at His Highness, and a longing for the future appeared in his heart.