Aztec Eternals

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Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, another two weeks have passed. The training of the Pike Legion was tense and busy, as if to drain every ounce of the militia's strength. The militiamen had no choice or time to think about it, but threw themselves into boring training, trying to turn tactical movements into habitual muscle reflexes.

Every day at dawn, Guzman was awakened by the first rays of dawn. When he woke up from the thatched floor, the first thing he did was wake up the team members and urged them to get dressed quickly. After a simple breakfast, the militiamen left the humble camp and headed to the nightmarish school grounds not far away.

Under the rising sun, first stand for two quarters of an hour, what kind of spirit is cultivated. This is the most relaxing time for Guzman, he can rest for a while with his spear. A long march and formation followed, with harsh supervision and brutal punishment. Guzman could only hold back all his thoughts, and with the fear of cruel punishment, tried to be meticulous. He was hoarse, shouting to lead his team, for fear of making a big mistake. As for small mistakes, there are countless.

Afterwards, the team cooperated and practiced. The five teams of each battalion formed a collective formation, and then moved closer to each other to form a reliable front. The samurai battalion commander scolded them at first for being "slow like turkeys", then he called them "split like monkeys", and then he didn't say much, just said, "If you're a samurai, you can do better! ". Guzman also held his breath, hoping to be respected like a samurai.

After the squad practice, it's an extra lunch. In the slightly westward sun, Guzman and his teammates happily ate tortillas and black refried beans. Supplements at noon were a treat that had never been given to miners before, and many commoner warriors also had two meals a day.

After a short rest, it is the martial arts training of individual soldiers, which is the samurai career that Guzman yearns for. He learned to block effectively with a shield, and learned to stab repeatedly at limited angles with a spear. Although the samurai who was taught every time was defeated, he could clearly feel his progress. And when several spearmen formed a team and the spears gathered, the senior samurai could only retreat, which gave him a strong sense of self-confidence.

Finally, there is the competition between the teams. Shields are used between the two teams to squeeze each other to see who's formation is scattered first. The militiamen supported each other back and forth, working together in concert. Guzman had to keep shouting "steady, hard" to maintain the team's rhythm, and finally win in the competition that lasted for several minutes.

There are many other types of competitions, such as group running, to see which team everyone runs to the finish line first. This kind of game is about focusing on the weakest teammate and taking him forward. Among the five teams, the salt workers have the strongest sense of teamwork and can often gain the upper hand in the game.

There is also a stabbing action game, stabbing a wooden ball on the head of a human-shaped grass target. This is pure martial arts, which must be practiced repeatedly, and there are no shortcuts. Generally, masons have better physical fitness, ingenious skills, and faster martial arts.

The most torturous part was enduring the bow and arrow game, where two teams stood in the field at the same time, receiving bows and arrows from two teams of bow warriors. The arrows have been removed, and the wooden shafts are crackling on the shield and helmet, like the heavy rain at the peak of the rainy season.

Occasionally, the arrow shaft would penetrate the gap in the shield and shoot at Guzman's neck in the paper armor, causing a burst of pain in the hit. Pain is not a big problem, but the state of being unilaterally attacked is disturbing, and it extremely tests the patience and discipline of the militia. Faced with this challenge of patience, gold miners are usually better off. Guzmán's team was often victorious.

The hardest match was against the samurai squad. The spears of both sides were replaced by long sticks, the militiamen formed a dense spear formation, and the samurai used a scattered formation. The wolf-like warriors scattered around the spear formation, howling and threatening, and repeatedly lured the militia on the edge.

Once the formation is broken and the long sticks no longer gather, the samurai will quickly charge, wielding the long sticks, and violently knock down opponents in weak spots. Afterwards, the hasty adjustment of the gun formation often creates more breakthroughs, and the wolves will keep biting the hedgehogs until the breakthrough is large enough, then they swarm up and completely smash the gun formation.

The result of each confrontation with the samurai is that the militia is completely destroyed, but the gun formation can last longer and longer, and the casualties judged by the samurai are also gradually increasing.

In this confrontation, Guzman's understanding became clearer.

"If we fight alone with the samurai, we who have been training for a few weeks will not be able to fight back against the samurai who have been training for several years. Only by relying on the cooperation of our companions can the spears attack at the same time, threatening the samurai, and the shields can also interact with each other. Cover up, hold on longer."

These confrontation competitions are designed by the majestic His Royal Highness, and also carry the rewards and punishments of the messengers of the gods. The winning team gets another snack at dinner, usually a tortilla, avocado, and a cocoa bean or two. The failed team had to clean the school grounds and latrines, and in the laughter and guidance of the crowd, transport the raw materials for "heaping nitrate" to the lake and hand them over to the small boats that carried them.

In order to get rewards and to prevent other teams from laughing at himself, Guzman tried his best. According to the advice of the samurai, he divided the 200 miners into 20 miners, and arranged for an old brother to take each miner with him. In the evenings, I would have a discussion with Ge Shichang when I had time. Although we don't have much knowledge, we can always come up with some ideas after discussing together, and our relationship with each other is closer.

And when it comes to a hearty dinner, the deacon in the squad will come on stage. He was also a member of the miners, and was later elected as a "sacrifice". I train with everyone every day, and I don’t have time to learn God’s revelation. Therefore, he opened his mouth with two new prayers.

"The Lord God Huitzilopochtli is supreme and omnipotent! Those who believe in God will be rescued and ascended to the kingdom of God!"

"Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! He gives us food and we will fight for him!"

Guzman scratched his head, and repeated with his companions as required. They have to read it three times in a row before they can officially start dinner. Every time at this time, there are continuous prayers and praises in the camp, drifting to the distant kingdom of God.

Guzman believed in the kingdom of God. He had heard of the kingdom of eternal peace and beauty since he was a child. But he was a little puzzled and confused about the main **** who was upgraded to the **** of war. As a miner, he used to worship the earth goddess Tlaart Kutli or the fire **** Quesartzin. And now, along with daily prayers, new religious concepts were reshaped in his mind, slowly merging all the gods into one supreme figure, rising to the highest sky.

After dinner, the militiamen were finally able to go back to rest. Guzman walked quickly, a little impatient, and his whole body was sore from the exhaustion of the whole day. Only when he was lying on the thatched floor would he feel that this body really belonged to him.

The sun is gone and the sky is dark. Guzman passed through the wide camp and looked at the large tent in the center from a distance, but did not see the revered figure of His Highness. Then, he accidentally discovered that under the swaying bonfire, the adjutant in charge of training Tarasco was bowing his head and talking to the guards outside the tent. Soon, the tent door opened and the adjutant entered quietly.

Guzman froze for a moment, then continued on. The exhaustion of training came like a tide, and his mind was full of longing for sleep.

At this moment, Ezpan was not sleepy at all. He lowered his head, carefully stepped into His Highness's tent, and peeked at the arrangement of the tent from the corner of his eye, hoping to discover some of His Highness's hobbies.

Unexpectedly, the large tent is extraordinarily simple, with nothing on the walls, no cotton blankets on the ground, and no gold and silver decorations at all. There is only a big bow on the wooden stand, a set of battle sticks and shields, a wooden map, and several new paper books. In the corner is a grass bed and two wooden basins. There's a brazier near the vent, a small bonfire, no expensive candles... It's more unpretentious than the house of any Tarrasco nobleman.

In the middle of the tent is a newly made wooden table. His Highness, who was wearing a priest's uniform, sat cross-legged behind the wooden table, holding a scroll of books in his hands, and looked at him indifferently. Behind His Highness, there is a warrior chief with a vicissitudes of life, his eyes shot like a tiger or leopard waiting to be hunted.

Ezpan's heart froze, and he didn't dare to peek around again, and he didn't dare to get too close. He knelt down on his knees at the tent door and prostrated to His Highness.

"His Royal Highness, Ezpan of the Mexican Union greets you, may you be born like the sun!"

Shulot's face was calm. He looked at the salute training adjutant, then smiled slightly. The other party specially wore a Mexica warrior uniform, a fur hat painted with hummingbirds, and a string of the latest sun talismans hung around his neck, showing a meticulous and careful attitude.

The majestic eyes stared at Ezpan for a long time, until he was sweating, and Shirot asked calmly.

"Ezpan, you came to me, what do you have to report?"

Ezpan gritted his teeth. He remembered the strength of the Mexicans, the prosperity of the capital city in the lake, and the eclectic employment of His Highness, and finally spoke up.

"Your Highness, I have some new suggestions for the training of the Pike Legion!"

Shirot's eyes narrowed. He looked at the weather-beaten face of the training adjutant and asked in a deep voice.

"Since there is a suggestion, why don't you talk to the chief officer of the training? Instead, come to me alone?"

Hearing His Highness's implicit rebuke, Ezpan fell to the ground again with a plop. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but felt it was inappropriate, so he just kowtowed on the ground.

Sherlot listened to the dull kowtow until he counted twenty. He just ordered again.

"Okay, Ezpan, go ahead."

Ezpan raised his head again, a bruise on his forehead. His Royal Highness is about to leave the training camp, and this will be his last chance. Thinking of this, he struggled to speak.

"His Royal Highness, General Barda is good at training samurai. However, the phalanx of spears is different from the phalanx of samurai. It does not focus on individual martial arts, but more on teamwork! All training should be carried out around cooperation!"

Shirot remained expressionless and continued to wait. Under his suggestion, Barda has revised a lot of training plans, and the current training is based on cooperation. Ezpan's words were nothing new.

Ezpan paused for a moment, not waiting for His Highness to ask questions. He gritted his teeth again and said aloud.

"Compared with the samurai phalanx, the spear phalanx is not that strong. Its advantages are that it can be trained quickly and has a wide source of troops. As long as ordinary militiamen and miners are used rigorously for a few months, they can roughly resist the samurai. Shock. And any qualified samurai, training is in units of five years."

Hearing this, Shulot became interested. As a low-level officer, Ezpan is clearly experienced and experienced. The young man waved his hand.

"Ezpan, come closer and be more specific."

Ezpan stood up, and the samurai commander had hurried over to examine him again. Then Ezpan approached cautiously and knelt down before His Highness's table.

"There are many points in training the pike phalanx, the most important thing is to focus on teamwork. Tarrasco's pikemen are divided into different squads according to different mines and birth areas, and each squad has more than 200 people who are familiar relatives or companions. . In order to obey the leader's leadership and trust each other, we will elect the leader. Then, under the witness of the gods, we will hold a blood ceremony and make an appointment with each other as brothers!"

Shirot's expression moved. Again he heard the concept of the bloodshed ceremony. This kind of ceremony witnessed by the gods is similar to Huaxia's blood alliance, and it is a bit like beheading a chicken and drinking rice wine, and the participants will even sacrifice some of their own flesh and blood. In the tribal era of devout gods, the influence of rituals in people's hearts far exceeded that of the economically developed commodity society. In addition, this ritual can also enhance the presence of the main god.

Thinking of this, Shilot nodded slightly and looked at Ezpan again.

Ezpan was shocked when he saw His Highness's approval from the corner of his eye. There was more confidence in his voice.

"The cooperation of the team is reflected in everyone's actions. Every phalanx soldier needs to learn to protect his teammates with a shield, push forward, and use force together. Then cooperate with the partners before and after, raise the spear high over the shield, and A fixed area stabs out. Several spears cooperate to make the rushing enemy unavoidable."

"The second point is the coordination of the phalanx. The weak points of the phalanx are on the flanks and the rear, and the phalanxes need to cooperate with each other to protect the weak points of the other phalanxes. In my opinion, the best formation to use is between the triangles. Form three formations. When a square formation is hit, the remaining two formations can advance from both flanks, protect the weaker flanks, and use the strongest frontal to respond to the enemy.”

Shilote thought for a few seconds, then drew a word "pin" on the ground with his hand, and then showed it to Ezpan. The training adjutant nodded again and again.

"The third point is to change the formation. In addition to the formation, the phalanx must master the ability to change the direction of the battlefield and always face the enemy head-on. If it is surrounded by superior enemies, it must be turned into a circular defense. In fact, the pike militia The equipment is not heavy, and the gun array can also be used for assault. It’s just that during the assault, the phalanx has to be transformed into a column, and the array of clusters will be continuously assaulted.”

Shilot thought for a while, the concept of column assault~www.readwn.com~ seemed to be familiar in memory. He thought of the ancient Roman legion and nodded slowly.

Ezpan was a little excited. He continued to speak, to speak out all the thoughts that had been hidden in his heart for several years.

"The fourth point is discipline. The power of the phalanx lies in the collective. Once it disintegrates and disintegrates, it will be slaughtered by the samurai. Therefore, without an order, the infantry of the phalanx will never be allowed to participate in the pursuit. The deserter who breaks up first in the war must be executed and displayed to the public. Intimidate everyone. In order to quickly form a formation in the war, the team must always stay together, camp in the open air, and cannot live in the barracks..."

Shulot thought for a while and smiled lightly. Collective living... During this period, the phalanx of the Swiss mountain people also had similar rules, which were used to establish closer ties and prevent enemy attacks. He finally smiled and praised.

"Very good! Ezpan, do you have any ideas?"

Ezpan hesitated. After thinking about His Highness's previous comments, he still suggested it.

"Dear Your Highness, in fact, Tarasco's double pistols will be stronger. Although last time they were vulnerable to longbow shooting, they were unprepared. Only two additional teams were formed among the double pistols. Shield players can defend against bows and arrows while taking advantage of both-handed attacks."

Shirot was stunned. This is similar to the formation of the army of the Song Dynasty, with two-handed spears as the main force, shields and a large number of bowmen. After thinking for a moment, he still shook his head. For the newly established militia regiments, the shield was even more important. This is not only a defensive weapon, but also the heart of the recruits.

After a while, Shiloh retracted his thoughts. His eyes were like mountains, staring at the training adjutant kneeling in front of him.

"So, Ezpan, what do you want with all this solid advice?"