Aztec Eternals

The rainy season leaves on an unobtrusive night. The next morning, when the sun cut through the darkness and the sky returned to the sky, people cheered enthusiastically.

The besieged camp soon became busy, and the warriors could finally take out their moldy clothes to dry. Also drying, there are piles of slightly moldy corn tortillas in front of the warehouse.

On the hills not far away, the majestic warriors are sitting cross-legged among the lush grass, enjoying the comfortable sunshine, while looking at the wooden board in their hands with a sullen face, with difficulty learning the terrible "words" following Shulot. ".

Looking at the number of people on the grass, Shilot sighed slightly.

He said to Bertard next to him, "During this time, the food supply in the camp was not sufficient. In addition to the rain, it seemed that many warriors were sick in bed."

Bertard nodded: "In the main camp directly under the royal family, there are two or three hundred warriors who fell ill because of the water and soil. The other two camps will only be worse. Fortunately, only two of the warriors who follow have a bad stomach. It is estimated that It was moldy tortillas."

Shulot nodded, then looked worriedly into the distance. There was the camp of the city-state warriors, and his father led Teotihuacan's army there. He didn't know what the situation was.

"Priests really have divine revelation. The ritual of boiling water before drinking is indeed effective." Bertard said to Shilot with admiration.

Shirott smiled helplessly. At first, he told his followers to boil the drinking water before drinking it, in order to reduce the diseases in the rainy season.

However, in this era, without metal tools, it is indeed a very hard job to pick wood and make a fire. The samurai didn't want to spend hours just drinking some hot water.

In the end, he could only use the guise of a myth to tell his followers: "Shirotl, the **** of death, has the duty to protect the sun, and he will forgive those who use fire to pray." Only then did he reluctantly push forward the habit of drinking boiled water.

"The rainy season is finally over. Next, the transportation and loss of food will improve a lot, and everyone can eat tortillas as long as they are full." Sherlot smiled and encouraged the followers who were still learning with dishes on their faces. "Come on, keep studying, you are all pillars of the country!"

However, the arrival of the dry season did not make everything better. The normal grain transportation only lasted for less than two weeks. In late November, there were repeated news that the grain transport team was attacked.

Avette and Sherlot sat cross-legged in the hut, with Bertard sitting behind Sherlot.

"Two days ago, a 100-person grain transportation team was attacked. A hundred militiamen, no one escaped." Avit said with a serious face: "The militiamen's clothes have been stripped, it should be Otomi's. Mountain people."

"This is the second time this week. Last time, the militiamen were decapitated and piled up into a pyramid of demonstrations. Their clothes were kept intact. It should be Otomi's samurai squad." Quiet Berta De added.

"It seems that a large number of Ortomi have sneaked into the forest behind us." Shulot nodded. "Is the camp's food reserves enough?"

"The food in the camp can still be maintained for three months, and it is counted as normal consumption." Avite smiled slightly, "The food situation is not urgent for the time being. It is impossible to maintain the existence of large troops in the mountains and forests for a long time. Otto of the small group The Mi people can only interfere with food transportation, and with their current capabilities, they cannot temporarily cut off the transportation channel of our food."

Shuluo nodded, the rear troops of more than 100,000 people still effectively maintained a logistics supply line of 70,000 elites.

"But this is a very bad omen. Where did these attackers come from?" Sherlot asked seriously.

"Most of the samurai and almost all of the militia should come from Guamare and Palms. The scouts found that the villages in this area have recently been recruited." Turk also served.

"And a small number of warriors may come from the farther west, Tekaikos, and the mountains near Coahuila in the north. Although the Otomi city-states there are weak and distant, they can also send a team of a hundred warriors."

Shulott nodded, Tekeks was more than a month west of Ottopan. Further west is the territory of the Tesk, where the Tarasques are now crusades.

And Coahuila, nearly two months north from Ottopan, is full of desolate Gobi and barren plateaus, with semi-nomadic people called Chichimeks, almost on the edge of the Mesoamerican world. . Further north in Coahuila is the Texas Prairie where bison can be caught.

"After the siege of the city for more than two months, the Otomi people in various places finally responded." Then, Sherlot asked again, "Does the commander have any plans to deal with it?"

"It takes more than two weeks from the city of Hilotepec to Ottopan. The 40,000 militias camped in the middle can be used to maintain logistics and transportation, but the combat effectiveness of the war is not enough. Totec is ready to draw from both ends. Two thousand warriors, divided into forty squads of one hundred men, searched for the attackers."

Sherault thought for a while, then raised his head and said to Bertard beside him: "Bottard, can you lead a twenty-man squad to participate in the search for the Otomi squad? We have to master it. The specifics of the Otomi fighting in the mountains. Fight carefully and gather more information."

Bertard quietly bowed his head and saluted: "I'm willing to fight for you, leave it to me!"

So, the brutal forest strangulation soon began. Most of the samurai squads returned without success in the search, and once a small number of samurai squads encountered, they would fight endlessly in the forest. In the dark forest, the corpses of samurai and militiamen lay down under tall pine trees, and they were no different now. The blood moistened the soft ground, allowing the plants to grow more lushly.

During a month of raids and raids in the mountains, more than ten jaguars were damaged, more than 400 warriors were killed, and 500 or 600 were wounded. is the militia.

The loss of such a forest attack turned out to be equivalent to a large-scale battle, and King Tissok was both angry and disturbed. The anger of the Mexica warriors was burning, mostly against the enemy, and a small part for the king.

When Scholot saw Bertard again, the jaguar-strength warrior still had a calm expression on his face, but there was a bandage on his shoulders.

Shirot was a little surprised. If Totec was not included, Bertard and Orosh were almost the two most powerful warriors he had ever seen. He was nervously concerned about his number one warrior.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a sneak attack by the single bow of the Otomi hunter, and the powder has already been applied." Bertard shook his head, "The situation is not very optimistic, the mountains and forests have helped the Otomi people too much. ."

"Otomi's militiamen and hunters would set different traps, such as a dug pit, with sharp wooden sticks inserted under it, branches erected on top of it, and then covered with shallow soil and turf. , the weight will be exceeded, the branches will break, the Mexica warriors will fall, stab their legs and feet, and even die on the spot."

"There is also a fork made of wooden spikes, hidden in leaves and grass~www.readwn.com~ with a rope attached at one end to a large curved branch or a small tree, and the Otomi will lure the samurai to pursue. The samurai As soon as they touched the rope that had been pulled on the ground, the mechanism was triggered, and then the branch bounced back with its fork, like the full blow of a jaguar, so powerful that it could pierce people and leather armor."

"In comparison, I would rather meet Otomi's samurai." Bertard said frankly, "Otomi's militia can be used as half samurai in the mountains and forests, and a few hunters are as terrible as jaguar warriors. "

"The mountains and forests broke up our powerful formation. The heavy obsidian battle sticks consumed too much stamina, but the stone spears of the militia became more flexible. Various traps can ignore the protection of leather armor and smooth the gap in martial arts. Familiarity with the terrain also helps. It can allow the Otomi people to retain more physical strength and find a more suitable time."

Bertard finally concluded: "We can't spend the time with the Otomi in the mountains. The sacrifice of the samurai is too cheap. As long as a large-scale frontal battle is carried out on the flat land, a Mexican samurai group can easily defeat five times. The Otomi militia, with ten times fewer casualties than the mountains."

Shulot nodded, realizing that the army had actually fallen into the most primitive guerrilla warfare.

This kind of mountain guerrilla warfare will weaken the combat effectiveness of the elite enemy army, and at the same time give a great combat strength bonus to the mountain people who are familiar with the terrain, just like the Swiss mountain people and the South African Boers who are difficult to deal with in history. Guerrilla warfare can allow the weaker side and the opponent with disparity in combat power to play a non-disparate casualty ratio.

"The location of the war must be changed." Sherlot agreed.

The two were seriously analyzing the tactics when they saw Avette hurriedly approaching.

He stretched out his hand, naturally grabbed Shirot, and then said with a smile, "The king has called for a discussion, let's hurry over."