Aztec Eternals

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The rain in May is gentle, like a prelude to a drum beat, leaving large intervals. And when June comes with the wind, the drumbeat of the raindrops becomes hurried. The sun is high behind the dim clouds, and only occasionally does it cast a ruthless gaze, admiring the war on earth, waiting for the gift of life.

Shulot stood on the wall of the wooden fort, and the rain tapped on the flag behind him and flowed into the big river in front of him. In the swaying wind and rain, he watched the hundreds of large boats of the navy, the continuous fleet stretched for several miles, and the armored warriors stood on the bow. Then, the young commander saw something and nodded with a slight smile.

The captain of the boat division, Anatri, stood on the boat and turned to look at the camp. This vigorous female warrior holds a three-meter flag spear, wears a dark red cloak, and slung a one-foot long dagger around her waist. She then bowed her head, her short hair drooping, and gave a final salute to the commander's flag.

When the salutation was over, Anatri raised the flag of the spear, and the warrior leaders of the fleet waved their weapons and shouted loudly. Hearing the order, the militiamen checked the ropes of the captives one last time, then shook the oars, and sailed back to the mighty Union of Mexica, full of tens of thousands of terrified Taraskodins.

Xiulott watched the fleet slowly go eastward, watching the big boat and the small boat go far in an orderly manner, and nodded again in affirmation.

"Annatree's work is always reassuring. Returning from the east of the Leman River against the wind and the current, the fleet travels slowly. When she returns fully loaded with food and support, it will be at least July. The wooden castle needs to be extra vigilant, and the remaining boats must be patrolled day and night to prevent the Tarasco people from crossing north."

Hearing this, Bertard said with a smile.

"The commanders of the Anatries are from the navy family of the Alliance, originating from the distant tribal era. They have been passed down through the matrilineal line, have been in charge of the navy of Mexica from generation to generation, and have always remained neutral in the Alliance. 'Anatries' this The name is also the name of inheritance, which means 'the source of the river, the mother of the lake'. If you really want to talk about fighting on the water, without bows and arrows, I am afraid I am not her opponent..."

"His Royal Highness gave up two remote wooden castles, and the remaining three wooden castles supported each other. There were 10,000 warriors stationed there, all of them loyal elites. After sending these prisoners away, the stored food and grass are enough for three months. Important. The walls of the fort have also been fortified. If the Tarrascos attacked north, they would bleed before the longbow and the wooden fort met!"

Hearing this, Shuluo Trang laughed out loud, with high self-confidence. Then, he looked at the continuous heavy rain and laughed again.

"The rainy season has arrived, and construction and marching have become difficult. These seemingly converted Ding Zhuang cannot be trusted. They have nothing to do in the camp, but are a great danger. They were all transported away and sent to Teotihuacan as working serfs, just to replace the warriors and militias of the Holy City from the busy farming. Our Northern Army needs more support!"

Having said that, the young commander looked at the samurai chief seriously, watching his vicissitudes of life.

"Bottard, you have always been close to the civilian warriors and understood the conditions at the bottom. How is the morale of the army now?"

The samurai chief bowed his head in a salute, thought for a moment, and answered frankly.

"His Royal Highness has won several games in a row, captured many prisoners, and lost very little. The morale of the warriors is quite high. The alliance has always regarded Tarrasco and Tlaxcala's military exploits very seriously. A fourth-level senior warrior, as long as he captures Five Tarasco warriors can be promoted to military nobles and officially become a member of the minor nobles. After this battle, the alliance will definitely have many more upstarts, but it also needs a large tract of land and property rewards! . . ."

Shiroute laughed. he said with a smile.

"As long as Qin Congcan is conquered and the prosperous Patzcuaro Lake area is occupied, land and property are not a problem. Only by relying on the enfeoffed warrior nobles can the alliance firmly grasp the newly conquered land!"

Bertard nodded and continued reporting.

"Indeed, priests at all levels are the link of alliance maintenance, and noble warriors are the foundation of alliance rule. Your Highness has just held the promotion ceremony for all levels of warriors, and the effect is good. Of course, if there are sufficient financial rewards, the morale of the army will be even better. Upstairs. Now, the commoner warriors are gearing up to fight and capture prisoners. They are looking forward to being promoted to senior, or even joining a chapter to become a military aristocrat of the Alliance!"

Speaking of the military nobles, Bertard smiled faintly, with the vicissitudes of life in his smile.

Shiroutte's face froze at first. Encouraging technology research and development has spent all his money. If you want to reward your subordinates, it is easy to say that the promotion of honor, as for what kind of property is not available. This can only count on the capture of the important town of Tarasco, and a wave of Tarasco nobles who have been inherited for many years.

Afterwards, the young commander nodded in agreement and fell into contemplation.

From the capture of the capital of Topanek and the formation of the Three Cities Alliance, the real rise of the Mexicans has only been more than fifty years. With an effective military merit system, the alliance is full of vigorous fighting spirit and vitality, and the warriors are full of the desire to conquer and make meritorious deeds, which is the root of the alliance's strength.

Similarly, the grammar of the Mexica Union was not established, and the concubines of the nobles could inherit the title by virtue of military merit, while the incompetent heirs would be reduced to commoners. There is no unbridgeable gap between commoner warriors and minor nobles, and they do not need to kneel to nobles. The social strata flowed to each other, far from solidification, with distinct tribal characteristics. Everything in the alliance is based on the supremacy of force and religious integration, just like the nomadic empire on the Eurasian steppe.

After thinking for a moment, the young commander retracted his swirling thoughts and looked at the south bank of the Leman River again. The villages and farmland for a dozen miles along the coast have been abandoned, and the distant fortresses rise and fall among the hills, controlling all the estuaries and passages. Tarrasco's regiments were stationed behind stone forts and wooden fortresses, and their navy also hid in Lake Quetzeo. The information on the main force of the enemy army is always like a fog, which is difficult to detect clearly, making people always uneasy.

"What a fog of war!"

Sherlot looked at it for a long time and sighed softly.

"Bottard, I hope the Tarrasco army can come out of the tortoise shell at this time. It's better to cross the river in the rain, get out by water and land, and besiege the camp on the north bank. Then everything will be clear! Now they can mobilize. The army is limited, with a maximum of 10,000 warriors and 20,000 militiamen, and it is impossible to conquer the wooden fort in a short period of time. As long as the advance army sticks to it for more than a month and waits for the fleet to return with reinforcements, it will be another great victory!"

Bertard nodded in agreement. He looked at the estuary fortress in the southwest with a solemn expression.

"His Royal Highness, the South Route Army should have overwhelmed the South at this time, and the Tarasco people must be heavily guarded. Compared with the limited mobilization of the warriors, I am more worried about the Tarasques' navy. On both sides of the vast Leman River, Having the advantage of the navy will be able to take the initiative in the war. When the navy of the alliance is there, we can master the advantage of maneuver, gather our troops, and attack the south at any location. As you said: 'Facing the right enemy on the right battlefield 'And now that the navy has returned east, we can only be stationed in the wooden fort, stop attacking, and stick to waiting for help."

Sherlot looked at Bertard with admiration. The rivers of Central America will never freeze. In the river basins, the navy is the cavalry who masters tactics and takes the initiative! The samurai chief can understand the main points of mobile warfare from the use of the navy, and it can be seen that his immersion is indeed effective.

The young commander then patted the samurai chief on the shoulder affectionately, and joked out loud.

"Bottard, you have learned the essence of my inheritance tactics! You have to take good care of your body. In the future, I will have a swift and windy force for you to master!"

Hearing this, the samurai chief looked puzzled: How could it be done with such speed as the wind? You can't fly like a bird with wings.

Shirot did not explain. He just mentioned it casually and continued to analyze the military situation.

"The enemy navy has been unable to retreat, and the details of the mobilization are unclear. They may be transporting food, grass and troops, or they may be waiting for support from the Chapala Lake District, or they may have already assembled. The Chapala Lake District is quite independent. We are busy with spring plowing at this time, and support should not be until after the harvest in October. Even if we don’t find a good opportunity to fight, we can’t wait for the situation to develop... Bertard, is there any news on the messenger contacting the northern Turks?”

The samurai chief shook his head slightly, recalling the latest information.

"Going to the northern Turks requires passing through the Lake Chapala region. The Tarrasco nobles there have begun to prepare for the war, blocking the main rivers and roads. It is not easy for the messengers to pass there. According to the report of the merchants intercepted last month. , The Tsk people in the north were suppressed in the mountains in the northwest, and they just kept guerrilla resistance in the mountains and forests. With their scattered military strength and guerrilla characteristics, they would never take grain from the fire for the alliance and actively attract the main force in the Lake Chapala region. "

Sherlot thought for a while, and agreed with a smile.

"Bottard, you're right! The Tsk people of the north are hyenas waiting for their prey. They only pounce when their prey is weak, and they can't rely on them. We need to defeat the Chapala reinforcements head-on and weaken the western Talas. The power of the nobles, and then instigating the Tsk people to attack... So, what about the movements of the northern Guamar?"

Bertard recalled for a moment and replied.

"His Royal Highness, we sent three batches of messengers, all of which were attacked by savage Guamal dogs and robbed of their gifts. They were scattered into many tribes, and it was difficult to negotiate without a clear leader."

Xiuluo pondered for a while, recalled the way of communication between the Celestial Dynasty and the plateau tribe, and asked.

"What special supplies do they need? Like tea... no, it should be spices, cocoa, or salt? Of course, it can't be food. The eternal shortage of food is the biggest driving force for them to go south!"

The samurai chief pondered the reports of the escaped envoys, and analyzed the information about the intercepted merchants, before speaking for a while.

"Some large tribes occupy the scarce salt fields in the desert, and many small tribes are short of salt, so they are more friendly to caravans with salt. The large tribes do not have the habit of drinking sacred cocoa, and they should never have the opportunity to drink it. Lack of medical supplies, lack of cotton, only simple yucca plants are used for treatment... Oh, they have the custom of cremation after death, and bury their ashes in the wind, calling themselves 'children of the wind'. They also used to dye their hair with various dyes, Draw tattoos on the face to pay homage to different gods!"

"Cremation and ashes, Son of the Wind, dyed hair and textured face?"

Shirot was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts drifted to distant memories. After a while, he nodded with a smile and ordered in a deep voice.

"Then send a caravan with a hundred guards of warriors. The caravan brings enough salt to buy off the small tribes, and a small amount of cocoa and cotton to give to the chief. Let the caravan describe the prosperity of Lake Chapala to these tribes. And the weak, encourage them to go south as soon as possible... By the way~www.readwn.com~ Choose two more brave priests and raise the priesthood level! Let them baptize the canines with Mayan blue dye, learn the local language, Know the customs and customs, and then find an opportunity to spread the faith of the Lord God!"

"These hounds are our potential allies in the conquest of Tarrasco. When Tarrasco is conquered, they are the next target of conquest!"

In the roaring wind and rain, Shulot gave an order loudly. The young commander's eyes were not limited to his eyes, he had already opened his eyes to look at the world.

Bertard bowed in command. What he admired most was the vision of the young commander, like a bird flying in the sky, never sticking to the ideas inherent in the times. Afterwards, the samurai chief returns to reality and mentions going south again.

"His Royal Highness, waiting for the arrival of the follow-up troops, the army continues to move south, and it is not wise to attack the southern fortress. The estuary fortress controls the estuary waterway and blocks the entrance to Lake Quiceo. The navy of Tarasco has always been hidden in Kuice. In Lake Ao, it is like a poisonous snake that can stick its head out at any time. Once the army falls into the fortress group on the southern line, it will definitely be attacked by the enemy fleet and bite hard."

Shilot looked west again, staring at the direction of the estuary. After a long time, he nodded slowly.

"The estuary fortress must be removed! As long as this node is opened, we can go directly south from Lake Quetseo, bypass most of the fortresses on the south bank, and go straight into the hinterland of Tarasco Kingdom!"

Afterwards, Shiloh paced two steps, his expression changing. He looked at the unrelenting rain and the ever-dark sky, and finally made up his mind.

"The army can rest, but the commander must plan. Bertard, you are ready. Tomorrow I will go to the estuary to investigate myself and observe the location there!"

The wind was blowing, the command of the young commander wafted in the wind, and the tall and bright flag on the back fluttered in the wind.