Aztec Eternals

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The sun in September spreads the sky and the earth, and the rain decreases significantly, and it becomes sporadic. This is when the harvest begins. In the warm tropical climate, early pumpkins have been harvested, ripe beans are just around the corner, and flowering corn is swaying in the fields. A gust of wind passed by, and the mountains and fields were full of lush greenery, and the fruits of various colors wafted out the aroma of ripeness. But when it came to the banks of the Leman River, it saw nothing but desolation and death.

The main force of Anatri's fleet came with reinforcements from the brigade, along with a new batch of food for the capital.

Eight thousand spear corps landed at the port one by one and gathered in the form of small groups. The militias were fully armed. They put on paper armor, fastened rattan helmets, carried shields on their backs, and held bronze spears tightly in their hands, looking at both sides of the river with curiosity. The same is true for Guzman. As a miner and farmer who has worked since childhood, he has never traveled 50 miles away from his hometown. In this unfamiliar land, he subconsciously stood upright, clinging to his teammates. His eyes were fixed on the approaching flag of His Royal Highness, as well as the regiment commander who stepped forward and saluted.

Shiroute smiled. He lifted "Monkey" Kuluka off the ground and patted him kindly on the shoulder.

"Monkey, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are much stronger. Last time you bought the copper mine, you did a good job! How is the training of the spear army this time?"

Kuluka nodded respectfully, his eyes bright. Facing His Highness, he subconsciously scratched his head and replied with a smile.

"Respected Lord, I have always missed your teachings, and I dare not forget your orders for a moment. I have been practicing with the legion these days, and sometimes I will join the queue myself. After a few months, the long spear The phalanx has been able to disperse and form quickly. When the phalanx moves and changes direction, it needs to be slower in order to maintain the formation. As for the column assault you mentioned in your letter, I have tried to practice it several times, and I have to work with the adjutant. Ezpan continued to fumble."

Shulott nodded. He looked at the new troops who landed and gathered on the river bank in an orderly manner, and his smile became more and more obvious. Then, he looked at Ezpan, who was kneeling and salute behind Kuluka, and made a joke.

"Ezpan, now we are in your territory. The fish have returned to their own pond, and they will slip away if they are not careful... You are more familiar with the human geography here, so you have to give me some ideas!"

Hearing His Highness's words, Ezpan did not hesitate and kowtowed. Then, he raised his left hand with a broken little finger and said in a deep voice.

"His Royal Highness, the Lord God testifies that I am loyal to you, and I am willing to die at any time! The fish has already landed, and from now on it is a wolf dog that follows the king. I am willing to do my best for the West Expedition!"

Sherlot stared at Ezpan's expression for a while, then lifted him up with a smile, and praised him loudly.

"Yes! This is your vast world, and you will have a lot to do!"

Afterwards, Shirot looked at Kuluka who was approaching again.

"Monkey, how are you and Ezpan working together?"

Kuluka changed his mind and replied with a clear smile.

"My lord, Ezpan is an outstanding lieutenant and the most important pillar of the legion!"

Only then did Shirot nodded again. He smiled and asked about another thing.

"Where is the Mayan merchant Ticarlo now? How is the situation?"

Kuluka thought for a while, then bowed to report.

"According to reports from people close to Tikalo, he is now under the direct command of the royal family's intelligence officer as a communication channel between the southern Wetamo state and the alliance. The alliance has sent two waves of envoys, and the chiefs of Wetamo are being controlled by the alliance. The conditions persuaded to be prepared to remain neutral in the war. The trade in the copper mines continued, but the management was now in the hands of the royal family.”

Shilot pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. As the most important strategic material, copper mines must be directly managed by the center. Now it seems that the royal family should be bound to win the copper mine in Wetamo.

While several people were talking, the Long Spear Legion had already disembarked, and behind them was a tribal hunter in a single suit and a longbow.

Sherlot looked towards the river bank. These mountain hunters walked steadily and didn't mind the wind, meal, rain, and lodging along the way. Because they are often engaged in fishing and hunting, most people are no strangers to rowing. At this time, they gathered in the tribe as a unit and gathered under the call of the headman. Although they were a little loose, they were busy but not chaotic.

"Black Wolf" Toltec strutted and strode toward His Highness's banner. He walked a few steps, then got down on one knee.

"His Royal Highness, Toltec salutes you! May your conquest go well and your martial arts will last forever!"

Shirot laughed, pulled Toltec from the ground, and asked with a smile.

"My black wolf, how is the army? Is the journey going smoothly?"

"His Royal Highness, the journey is smooth and smooth, and the rain is very happy! We can fight at any time and get the enemy's heart for you!"

Toltec said confidently, and glanced at Kuluka confidently.

Sherlot took everything in his eyes. He smiled and patted Ai General on the shoulder and commanded softly.

"Very good! Toltec, bring your book to my tent at night."

Toltec was instantly petrified and speechless. Kuluka gave him a quick look and smiled.

Shulot looked at the river again, the militiamen had already landed, and the next was a boatload of food. All parties have gathered up to now, and he already has a full 30,000 Mexican troops in his hands! Twenty thousand were Mexica warriors from everywhere, and ten thousand were elite militias. Finally, add a half-strength Otomi Legion.

Nearly 40,000 people gathered here, consuming tens of thousands of kilograms of food every day, which piled up like a mountain. Even if the fleet brought in a new batch of grain, it could only last for two or three months. The maintenance of the food supply is getting more and more difficult, and he cannot wait any longer. These legions are also the largest force he can gather.

The reinforcements promised by the general of the north have not arrived. Listening to the envoy's report not long ago, Ocello broke out the Chichimek breed on the northern border and wiped out more than a dozen southern tribes in succession. He built pyramid-shaped Jingguans in the northern border, shocking all the tribes along the way, and transporting a large number of prisoners to the capital. He also recruited many weak tribes who surrendered, and promised the messenger to send as much support as possible.

"Everything is ready now, just waiting for the battlefield to kill!"

Shilot's eyes crossed the river bank, looked at the wide Leman River, and then looked far south.

Over the next few days, the returning Mexica Marines quickly went into battle, fighting against the Tarrasco Marines in the estuary fortress.

The Tarrasco Navy, in small units, repeatedly dispatched to harass the grain transport ships in Mexica. The Alliance's navy was also dispersed in small groups, patrolling and escorting them. On the long Leman River, you can often see more than a dozen small boats with different flags, fighting each other and fighting on the water. The spear stabbed, the battle stick was smashed, the bow and arrow shot vigorously, and the dagger pierced. Every day, dozens of people were killed and injured on both sides, and little red blooms bloomed all over the river.

In the face of the enemy's harassment, Shulot had a headache. He was reluctant to let the elite samurai be consumed in this kind of fight, so he let two elite militiamen with longbow spears board the ship, led by the samurai to fight against the enemy, and also let the longbow militia shoot skillfully on the water.

Tribal hunters demonstrate precision close-range archery on the water. With the advantage of bow and arrow, the battles behind the alliance gradually won more and lost less. The Tarrascos learned in battle, and gradually became familiar with the Mexican bow and arrow tactics, and began to equip a large number of rattan wood shields in the navy.

As the skies cleared, new gunpowder weapons were unleashed from the warehouses and distributed to longbow warriors and militias. In secret mountain camps, they are familiar with the shooting of gunpowder arrows, waiting for the great battle to come.

On a clear day, Shulot gathered the navy several times to invite battles to the south estuary fortress. However, the enemy's fleet is like a scattered pack of wolves, constantly harassing the back road, but not fighting head-on.

Faced with this situation, Shirlot unfolded the map and tapped the west with his finger several times. Three thousand Ottopan warriors were transported by a navy and put into the lower reaches of the west. Giova connected with the Otomi tribes on both sides of the river, scattered into more than a dozen small groups, looted all the way west from Sakap, and gradually approached the edge of the Chapala Lake District.

This fleet and the Ottopan warriors are just pawns to lure the enemy. The real main force of the fleet, under the guidance of the Otomi tribe on the north bank, came to the Yuriria Lake in the valley of the sag, less than a hundred miles northwest of the estuary fortress.

Sherlot personally led the fleet to check it out. This place is downstream of the estuary fortress. It only takes a day or two to come along the river, and it takes three or four days to go back against the current. The north bank of the river lake is located between Guamare and Otto Pampang. On the south bank of the river is the looted state of Sakap. The river here is open, the water flow is flat, and there is enough room for exercise, which is a suitable place for war.

Looking at the north bank of the river with the deep reeds, the young commander finally nodded with satisfaction. The main force of the fleet moved quietly, transporting a large number of troops and supplies here several times. The warriors immediately went ashore, settled in the Otomi village, blocked the surrounding passages, and strictly prohibited pedestrians from coming and going. The main force of the fleet is quietly lurking here.

The village of Otomi on the north bank was silent, but the territory of Tarrasco on the south bank was in constant fire. Under the leadership of the local Otomi people, the Ottopan warriors accurately killed the estates of nobles everywhere. The local nobles resisted with all their might, but the local samurai were all recruited by the kingdom, and most of the militia was mobilized. The nobles had to hurriedly summon the peasants, only to be slaughtered by the swiftly attacking Otomi warriors.

In just a few days, black smoke rose from the western sky. It was the burning village, the burned farmland, and the aristocratic manor turned to ashes. Outside the manor, the Otomi people were like a demonstration, hanging the Tarrasco nobles who were mercilessly executed.

The defeated local nobles fled all the way south, bringing news of the Otomi invasion to the heart of the kingdom. The messenger passed quickly, and the continuous warning message entered the estuary fortress, until the ear of the northern marshal and navy commander Ospie.

The "crocodile" noble's eyes widened, quite shocked. The Otomi people joined the war and combined with the Mexican fleet, relying on the Otomi tribes on both sides of the strait, looting large and small nobles from all over the country. Hearing this news, Ospie hesitated in his heart, smelling a conspiracy.

According to the report of the scouts, it was obvious that the new Mexican reinforcements had arrived on the north shore, with a scale of about 10,000 people. Thinking of this, the experienced commander hesitated for a long time, but still chose to keep his troops on the defensive.

However, after hearing the warning, the five thousand Chapala warriors in the river mouth fortress clamored to fight. While they were worried about the Otomi people looting their hometown further downstream, they despised the Otomi people's combat power and wanted to go west to rescue.

Facing the request made by the Chapala Corps, the Russians shook their heads firmly and refused.

"Respected 'Feather' Peng Guali, I cannot agree to your request to send troops."

Chapala's commander Pengguari was nearly forty years old. He was dignified and dignified, wearing a gorgeous feather suit. The meaning of his name is the "feather" that symbolizes the gods, and he obviously has a very noble birth. Hearing the words of the North Marshal, he also shook his head.

"Respected Marshal 'Crocodile', the Chapala Legion has come to help hundreds of miles all the way, and the loyalty to the kingdom can be seen from the sun and the moon. We are here for heroic battles, not to shrink in the fortress and do nothing! Now, Western Sa The nobles of Kappang came to cry in succession. They are related to the generals of the legion, and the warriors are worried about the safety of their hometown in the Lake District, and they are angry at the atrocities of the enemy's massacre of the nobles. They can't wait any longer!"

Ospie remained silent, he also felt the pressure, and defense was not his style. After a moment of contemplation, reason prevailed, and the "crocodile" commander shook his head.

"Peng Guali, the enemy's intelligence is unknown, and the king asks to stick to it. I am the Marshal of the North and have overall responsibility. It is not appropriate to fight at this time."

Hearing this, Peng Guali lowered his eyes slightly and spoke coldly.

"Russian, if the enemy's intelligence is unknown, you should find out immediately. You are the Marshal of the North, but our Chapala Legion is independent, and we represent the autonomous Lake District. You have overall responsibilities, and we have local responsibilities. Legion support is here to defend the kingdom and protect the hometown. If even the weak Otomi people can be burned and killed in the south, defending the kingdom is just empty talk!"

Speaking of which, Peng Guali paused for a moment and said seriously.

"If you insist that you don't want to send troops~www.readwn.com~ Our five thousand Chapala warriors will go out to fight by ourselves and go overland to support! I will leave ten thousand militiamen in the river mouth fortress. There are six more in Akambaro State. Thousands of warriors, 20,000 militiamen, enough to defend the line of defense!"

Hearing Peng Guali's words, Ospie felt a headache.

These local aristocrats have private soldiers, and their status is high. The last time the great nobles of Acambaro went on a private expedition to disperse the looting team of the Mexicans, but they were attacked by the enemy, and nearly 1,000 warriors and more than 3,000 militiamen were damaged. This Otomi attack was obviously a repetition of the same tactic.

As the commander of the Chapala Army, Peng Guali had five thousand warriors and nearly ten thousand militiamen in his hands, which was not much different from his strength. In terms of status, "feather" is a long-standing glorious nobleman, and it cannot be strictly suppressed by rank. Now that the northern front is counting on the next batch of Chapala reinforcements, it is even more difficult for him to restrain him.

As the commander-in-chief of the North Road, he could not get the troops to ban them. If the Chapala Corps is supported by land, the journey is slow, and the enemy army transported by the navy cannot be captured at all. The most likely result is to be ambushed by the main force of the Mexica warriors and suffer heavy losses.

At this moment, the Otomi army, which was only harassing downstream, has seriously affected the military heart of the fortress, and it will undoubtedly affect the arrival of the next batch of reinforcements. He had to revise the original defense plan and take action to deal with this enemy first.

After pondering for a long time, Ospie finally stared into Peng Guali's eyes and said sternly.

"Chappala's Feather, you send troops alone. Once you meet the main force of the Mexica, you will definitely be destroyed! The fierce Mexica warriors are completely different from the Otomi people. You wait for a few days and let I'll go check out the military situation on the North Shore and discuss the issue of sending troops together!"