Aztec Eternals

When the sun went down and night fell, the 2,000 warriors of the rear army finally arrived at the Hirotepec camp with 20,000 militiamen and baggage.

The camp was full of people. The militiamen were sorting baggage, grinding cornmeal, baking tortillas, and preparing food for tomorrow's expedition. The warriors gathered in battalions, discussing the hope of returning home, and imagining the beauty of their homeland. The new commanders of the battalions were not idle. They were taking the time to get acquainted with the samurai centurions under them and restore the organization of the army.

In the tent, Avit took off the king's clothes and the burden of the king, showing a little ease and freedom.

He wore only a robe and continued to handle military affairs by the campfire. On the eve of the expedition, the military is complicated. Shulot was also helping out, studying and assisting in arranging the follow-up marching plan.

After the surrender of the Hilotepec camp, the army now has 30,000 warriors and nearly 30,000 militiamen. The daily logistical arrangements, the marching plans of each battalion, the replenishment of provisions and supplies... all kinds of affairs came one after another. When the number of people is large, each job becomes very heavy.

And like now, when a battle is about to happen, the work is more complicated. The army has to prepare different plans and filings, although most plans are not used at all.

These matters were initially handled by the staff, and then flowed to the Supreme Commander, waiting for the final decision. It is like a wooden board in the hands of a young man.

"There are still too few warriors who are proficient in mathematics!" Looking at the wooden board in his hand, Shilot called for talents from the bottom of his heart.

In his hand is the information of the camp that Kuluka handed over after the surrender: a huge wooden board, the pictures on it contain all the information of the camp. Because there is no formalized text, the commanders of Mexica can only use pictures to record the detailed military situation.

The young man first saw a group of image villains, which were very vivid, and he understood at a glance.

Above are eight simple figures with sticks, representing eight thousand militiamen. Below are four little square figures in hats and leather armor, representing the four thousand warriors of the city-state. At the bottom are four villains wearing hats and leather armor with a pattern of "Hui" on the leather armor, representing the four thousand warriors directly under the royal family.

On the far left of the samurai villains are three big flags of different sizes. There is a rectangular block on the flag, and the block is full of dense vertical bars. It is also separated by a long red bar in the middle, like a ruler.

"What is this? A command flag?" The boy studied for a while and made a judgment.

Avit took the board and glanced at it.

"Yes. Commander's flag. The three flags represent the warriors from three different city-states. The city-state's pattern is on the edge of the flag." Avit recognized. In this era, this kind of military knowledge is regarded as a master-disciple esoteric, accessible only to senior commanders.

"The rectangular block represents the size of the troops." Avet pointed to the largest rectangle. "Look, this pattern is the symbol of the capital of Tenochtitlan. Judging from the size of the block, it is exactly about 4,000 people."

After speaking, he pointed to the other two commander flags: "These two, the small city-state is estimated to have 1,700 warriors, and the other big one has about 2,300 warriors."

The young man was stunned, looking at the picture to calculate the area, is it so powerful?

"Teacher, you are amazing, how can you calculate so accurately?"

Avette laughed, and he tapped the boy on the head lightly. Well, it doesn't hurt at all.

"Look at the vertical bars in this rectangular square. A vertical bar is a samurai team with different patterns to distinguish them. The number of people is generally between 80 and 120. Count how many vertical bars there are and you can roughly calculate it. Know how many warriors there are."

Shulotte nodded. The samurai squad is the basic tactical unit. The captain is usually a senior samurai, who can lead the samurai to carry out different orders such as scout, hunting, formation, assault, and garrison. When the opportunity arises in the future, it is still necessary to change the army into a unified centurion and centurion.

"Then what does this red ruler mean?" the boy continued to ask.

"It depends on the commander's own thoughts on the drawing." Avette smiled. "The red line is to draw the samurai squads into categories. For me, I'm used to putting the attacking squads on the top and the defensive squads on the bottom."

"As for my commander teacher back then, he liked to put the lesser civilian warriors on top as tactical consumables, and put the important noble warriors on the bottom and use them carefully."

The young man expressed his understanding that distinctions are everywhere, and everyone has a ruler in their hearts.

Then, he looked at the twenty small flags to the left of the militiaman. The edge of the flag was a simpler pattern with a blank rectangle on it.

"So these 20 little flags mean that the militiamen come from 20 different villages? But why is there a blank space in the rectangle?" The young man made inferences.

"Yes, there are twenty different villages, and the patterns represent that the villages belong to different great nobles or royal families." Avit nodded with a smile, and the teaching of Shilot was a rare moment of relaxation for him.

"As for why it's blank? Of course, it's because no one knows the exact number! The militiamen are recruited by village, led by village leaders, and gathered in groups. The commander will only estimate the number roughly based on their area, and then It is put into specific construction projects, or secondary battlefields that need to be consumed."

So the boy understood that the militia is a widely used war consumable that does not need to know the specific number and casualties.

Shulot shook his head and continued to look at the pictures to guess the military situation. He suddenly saw a very vivid figure.

"This yellow ball is a tortilla? One, two, three, four... twenty-five?"

"Well. This round group refers to the prepared dry food, usually tortillas. Usually, the warriors can only eat two meals a day, morning and evening, and only two cakes at a time. On the march, strong warriors have at least one meal. Three loaves are required. On the day before the battle, the warriors need to accumulate more stamina, so they have to eat three meals of more than three loaves each."

The young man nodded, the three armies did not move, and the food and forage went first. Fighting and marching consume more food. The dry food for the march should be light in weight and small in size. The best option is to make tortillas, which are portable and dry and firm.

"And here, one tortilla round represents the cost of a thousand warriors' march for ten days. Twenty-five tortillas means that the camp originally had 25,000 warriors' dry food for ten days' march. Kuluka did prepare not bad.

Tomorrow we have to dispatch 30,000 warriors and prepare at least ten days' worth of dry food, so we need thirty corn tortillas. Better to have more, then let 30,000 militiamen work tonight, and make 40 in one night! "

After speaking, Avet called his personal guard and immediately conveyed the new order.

"How about the food for the militia?" The boy was a little curious, but he didn't see the corresponding sign.

"The militiamen usually bring their own food, mostly sweet potatoes, corn, beans, and pumpkins. Then, during the march, they will go to the wild to get some food, such as hares, voles, wild vegetables, leaves or insects.

If there is insufficient food in the camp, the militias are the first to be abandoned. Commanders usually launch a pointless attack to consume them first before the militia riots. Of course, if there is enough food in the camp and the commander wants to train the militia, he will also supply an extra meal of corn a day. "

Shulot was silent for a moment. An ancient Chinese poem says, "When a person is insomnia, the general's gray hair will lead his husband to tears."

In the writings of the civil officials, the general and Zhengfu have a mutual sense of communication. However, the militia cannot be compared with the samurai, let alone the commander. The militia had to work day and night, preparing dry food, digging trenches and filling trenches. Continue to endure starvation and suffer casualties first.

Therefore, Zhengfu should only have tears but no gray hair, because they will not live to have gray hair.

A moment of softness quickly passed. The boy looked around again and found no new food patterns. He asked suspiciously, "How much food is left in the camp?"

Avette directly stretched out his hand and simply turned the big board over. At that moment, hundreds of food figures, in the form of square sketches, came into view of the boy.

Corn, beans, pumpkins, fish, avocados, peppers, and cocoa are all drawn in square frames, and then lined up neatly on the entire board. From time to time, Shilot saw that the boxes with corn were crossed out and others were circled.

"What do these boxes represent? What about these lines and circles?"

"Like a tortilla ball, a box represents ten days of consumption for a thousand people. The crossed-out represents wastage, such as guerrillas of the Otomi, or the loss of mountain transportation. The circled represents spoilage, the food will Damage the body of the samurai and leave it to the militia after a simple treatment. There will always be militiamen who don't have enough food.

There are now...I count...about 300 boxes, that is the food for 100,000 people for a month. This should be prepared for Tisok's army, and it is now hoarding here. The Hilotepec camp is close to the river, and it is indeed convenient to transport food. This batch of food is enough for us!

But this frame is very inaccurate. Like this kind of raw food, a box can sometimes only supply 800 people, and sometimes it can supply 1,200 people. It all depends on the mathematics level of the quartermaster and the speed of the food spoilage.

If there is no major problem, the loss is still acceptable. But once there is a big problem, it is when the quartermaster pays his life, regardless of the noble rank. So for the Alliance, this is also the position with the most executions.

As a commander, in order to ensure that the samurai has the correct amount of food when they go out, it is still necessary to choose processed tortillas. Tortillas also last longer than raw food. "

Shuluotian nodded, the storage and transportation of food was always a big problem. In the warm and humid rainy season, the loss of food storage can even account for 30% of each month, and the transportation loss is proportional to the distance.

In simple camps, old grain often cannot be stored for too long, so the army's grain is always insufficient.

And once the grain passage is broken and there is no new grain to replenish, the old grain will quickly deteriorate in the rainy season. Like the current King Tisok, he must have fallen into the dilemma of severe food shortages. And once there is a shortage of food, the morale of the army will drop, and the combat effectiveness will decline rapidly.

"If I can establish an efficient logistics team, it can greatly reduce the food burden of the empire when it goes out. Of course, first of all, I have to cultivate a group of talents who are proficient in mathematics." The boy also set a military reform in his mind. The goal.

Shilot continued to turn back to the front of the plank. He was finally attracted by the conspicuous row of long flags in the center of the plank. There are many bright green feathers on the flag, and there are still different patterns next to it, but they are very delicate.

"What is this? It looks very detailed." The boy was a little puzzled and counted a total of nine long flags.

"This is the main backbone of the army." Avette sighed with emotion. "Nine long flags represent the pedigree of the nine hereditary nobles. The number of feathers on the long flag represents the number of great nobles."

"Generally speaking, these feathers are half of the battalion-level commanders in your army, and all the legion-level commanders! Each feather representing the great nobles starts with the battalion-level commander, which is equivalent to the top level of ordinary civilian warriors. "

The young man shook his head. The current resistance to the military reform of the commander system is still too great.

As he spoke, Avit took out another old wooden board. This is the army information obtained from Ketoko after capturing the reinforcements of the capital city. He found the flag at the front, pointed to the largest feather and said:

"Look, Shulot, this flag with the sun pattern is the family pattern of the Kechar family, and the biggest feather on it is Ketoko. Since we are going to take his sacrificial flag early in the morning, we should do it now. Paint it off."

Avit picked up a writing brush, dipped it in the Mayan blue dye used for sacrifice, and painted it directly on the feather representing the great noble Ketoko. "Ktoko" was covered in blue and sacrificed to the gods.

"Avit, are we really going to execute Ketoko tomorrow? If this news reaches the capital, how will Chief Priest Kechar react?" the boy asked earnestly.

"Of course, Ketoko is the commander-in-chief of the reinforcements, and keeping him is always a hidden danger. Executing him is just enough to deter the generals and samurai, and improve our chances of winning."

Avit sat up straight. In his bright eyes, a commander's edge flashed. The confidence of the king appeared on his smiling face.

"Let's go all out in a battle! If we win, we will have everything, hold the throne, and become a condor and fly into the sky. If we lose, we will lose our lives, go to the kingdom of God together, and turn into petals and fall into the abyss. Why think too much? !"

Avette laughed, he threw the wooden board in his hand to the side~www.readwn.com~, then grabbed the boy and sat beside him.

"These pictures are too troublesome. Come, let's use the words you invented to rearrange the army information." After speaking, Avit picked up the brush and took the wooden board to record: "30,000 warriors, 30,000 militiamen, 100,000 soldiers. Human January's food..."

Shilot thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Avette, now it's my turn to teach you something."

Saying that, the young man snatched the pen and wooden board from his friend's hand, and wrote in Chinese characters word by word:

"If you don't have a battle and the temple is considered a winner, you will be considered a lot. If you don't have a battle and you won't be a temple, you will be considered a little.

"What's this?"

Shilot laughed, and he also threw the wooden board in his hand to the side. Then he grabbed his friend, opened the tent, and looked at the vast and distant galaxy together.

The galaxy has not changed for thousands of years, and the war will continue for thousands of years. The teenager recalls the pictures in his "memory": the Napoleonic War, the Civil War, the Franco-Prussian War, the First World War, the Second World War, from the Army Staff to the Joint Staff, from industrialization to Digitization, until the era when computing decides everything!

"This is the future of war!" The boy confidently looked at the dazzling stars.

"...Come here for me! Copy the military information."

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, don't pinch my face, it hurts too much!"

The eve of the expedition was very busy. Until Sirius quietly rose, the dawn was not far away, the final temple calculation was finally completed, and the battle plan was finalized.

The two made all the military preparations, and rarely forgot the pressure of the battle.

They temporarily broke free from the shackles of the throne, they were just discussing the direction of military reform, and they worked together to create a future that would change everything.