Aztec Eternals

The rain in May is gentle, it is like the prelude of drums, leaving a long interval. And when June comes with the wind, the drumbeat of the raindrops becomes hasty. The sun lives high behind the dim clouds, and only occasionally lowers its merciless gaze, admiring the war in the world, and waiting for the gift of life.

Shulot stood on the wall of the wooden castle, the rainwater "slapped" on the flag behind him, and then "splattered" into the big river in front of him. In the turbulent wind and rain, he watched hundreds of large boats of the navy, the continuous fleet stretched for several miles, and armored warriors stood at the bow. Afterwards, 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 carries a one-foot-long dagger at her waist. She is a good fighter on the water. She then bowed her head, her short hair drooping, in a final salute to the commander's flag.

After the salute, Anatri raised the command flag of the spear, and the warrior leaders of the fleet waved their weapons and shouted loudly. Upon hearing the order, the militiamen checked the ropes of the captives for the last time, then shook the oars, and sailed back to the powerful Mexica Alliance, loaded with tens of thousands of terrified Tarasco Dingzhuang.

Xiu Luote watched the fleet slowly go eastward against the current, watched the big boats and small boats sail away in an orderly manner, and nodded again in affirmation.

"Annatri is always reassuring. Returning from the east of Leman River against the wind and the current, the fleet travels slowly. When she returns with a full load of food and support, it will be at least July. During this period of time, the main force of the navy will not be there. The wooden castle needs to be more vigilant, and the remaining boats must patrol day and night to prevent the Tarascos from crossing north."

Hearing this, Bertard said with a smile.

"The head of the Anatri Legion comes from the alliance's navy family, which originated in the distant tribal era. They are passed down through the matrilineal line, and they are in charge of the Mexica navy from generation to generation, and they have always remained neutral in the alliance. The 'Annatri' is The name is also an inherited name, 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 whom were loyal and elite. After sending these captives away, the food and grass stored would be enough for three months. Important The fort walls have also been reinforced. If the Tarascos attack north, they will be bloodied before the longbow and the wooden fort!"

Hearing this, Xiuluo Trang laughed out loud, with high-spirited confidence. Then, looking at the continuous heavy rain, he laughed again.

"The rainy season has come, and construction and marching have become difficult. These young men who have converted on the surface cannot be trusted. They stay in the camp with nothing to do, but they are a great hidden danger. The navy is about to return east, so they send They were all transported away and sent to Teotihuacan as working serfs, just to replace the warriors and militiamen in the holy city from the busy farming. Our Northern Army needs more support!"

Speaking of this, the young commander looked at the warrior commander seriously, watching his vicissitudes of life.

"Bothard, you have always been close to the civilian warriors and understand the situation at the bottom. How is the morale of the army now?"

The warrior commander bowed his head and saluted, thought for a moment, and answered frankly.

"His Royal Highness won a series of small victories, captured a large number of prisoners, and lost very little. The morale of the warriors is quite high. The alliance has always regarded Tarasco and Tlaxcala's military exploits very seriously. A fourth-level senior warrior, as long as he captures Five Tarasco warriors can break the rules and advance to military nobles, and officially become a member of the minor nobles. After this battle, the alliance will definitely have many new nobles, but it also needs a large amount of land rewards and property rewards!"

Shulot laughed. he said with a smile.

"As long as you conquer Qin Congcan and occupy the prosperous and rich Patzcuaro Lake area, land and property will not be a problem. Only by relying on the enfeoffed warrior nobles can the alliance firmly grasp the newly conquered land!"

Bertard nodded and continued to report.

"Indeed, priests at all levels are the link to maintain the alliance, and noble warriors are the foundation of the alliance's rule. Your Highness has just held a promotion ceremony for the ranks of warriors at all levels, and the effect is good. Of course, if there are sufficient rewards, the morale of the army will be even higher. Go up to the next level. Now, civilian warriors are all gearing up, eager to fight and capture prisoners. They are looking forward to being promoted to senior, and even joining the battle group, becoming the military nobles of the alliance!"

When mentioning military nobles, Bertard smiled lightly, with the vicissitudes of life in his smile.

Shulot froze at first. Encouraging technology R\u0026D has cost him all his money. If you want to reward your subordinates, you can talk about honor and promotion, but you don't have any property. This can only be counted on to capture the important town of Tarasco and copy a wave of Tarasco nobles who have been passed down for many years.

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

Counting from the capture of the capital of Topanek and the formation of the Tri-City Alliance, the real rise of the Mexica was only more than 50 years old. With the effective military merit system, the alliance is filled with strong fighting spirit and vitality, and the warriors are full of desire for conquest and meritorious service, which is the root of the alliance's strength.

Similarly, the Mexica alliance has not yet established a law, and the sons of the nobles can inherit the title by virtue of military merits, while the incompetent sons will be reduced to commoners. There is no unbridgeable gap between civilian warriors and minor nobles, and they do not need to kneel down to the nobles. All social strata flow with each other, far away from solidification, with distinct tribal characteristics. Everything in the alliance is based on the supremacy of force and religious integration, which is exactly like the nomadic empire on the steppe of the Eurasian continent.

After thinking for a moment, the young commander withdrew his thoughts and looked at the south bank of the Leman River again. The villages and farmlands for more than a dozen miles along the coast have been deserted, and the distant fortress rises and falls among the hills, controlling all river mouths and passages. Tarasco's legions garrisoned behind stone forts and wooden forts, and their navy hid in Lake Quetseo. The information of the enemy's main force is always like a cloud of fog, it is difficult to check clearly, which makes people feel uneasy.

"What a fog of war!"

Xiulot looked at it for a long time and sighed lightly.

"Bothard, at this time, I really hope that the Tarasco army can come out of the tortoise shell. It is best to cross the river in the rain, come out on both land and water, 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, 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 hearty victory!"

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

"Your Highness, at this time the Southern Army should have overwhelmed the South, and the Tarascos must be on guard. Compared with the limited mobilization of warriors, I am more worried about the Tarasco's navy. On both sides of the vast Leman River, With the advantage of the navy, we can take the initiative in the war. When the alliance's navy is present, we can take advantage of maneuverability, gather forces, and choose any location to attack south. As you said: "Facing the right enemy on the right battlefield .' And now that the navy is returning to the east, we can only camp in the wooden fort, stop attacking, and stand by for help."

Shulot looked at Berthard appreciatively. The rivers in Central America are never frozen. In the watersheds of large rivers, the navy is the cavalry who masters the tactical initiative! The samurai commander can comprehend the main points of mobile warfare from the use of the navy, which shows that his own influence is really effective.

The young commander then patted the shoulder of the warrior commander affectionately, and joked without shame.

"Bothard, you have learned the essence of my inherited tactics! You have to take good care of your body. In the future, I will give you a fleet of troops that is as fast as the wind!"

Hearing this, the samurai commander was puzzled. How can it be done as fast as the wind? You can't fly like a bird.

Xiulot didn't explain. He just mentioned it casually and continued to analyze the military situation.

"The enemy navy has been unable to hide, and they don't know the details of the mobilization. They may be transporting food and troops, maybe they are waiting for support from the Chapala Lake area, or they may have already assembled and are ready to attack at any time. The Chapala Lake area is independent The nature is quite high, and we are busy with spring plowing at this time, and the support should not be until after the harvest in October. Even if we can't find a good opportunity to fight, we can't just wait for the development of the situation. Bertard, do you have any news about the messenger who contacted the Tekos in the north? "

The warrior commander shook his head slightly as he recalled the latest information.

"To go to the Tekos in the north, you need to go through the Lake Chapala area. The Tarasco nobles there have already begun to prepare for the war, blocking the main rivers and roads. It is not easy for the envoy to pass there. According to the business report intercepted last month , the Tesk people in the north were suppressed in the mountains in the northwest, and they just kept fighting guerrilla in the mountains. With their scattered military strength and guerrilla fighting characteristics, they would never take the initiative to attract people from the Chapala Lake area. The main force."

Xiulot thought for a while, then agreed with a smile.

"Bothard, you are right! The Tesk in the north are hyenas waiting for their prey. They will only pounce when their prey is weak. They cannot be relied on. We need to defeat the Chapala reinforcements head-on to weaken the Western Talas The strength of the Nobles, and then encourage the Tursk people to attack, so, what is the trend of the Guamal dog descendants in the north?"

Bertard thought back for a moment and replied.

"Your Highness, we have sent three batches of envoys, all of which were attacked and intercepted by the barbaric Guamal dog descendants, who took away the gifts they carried with them. They were scattered into many tribes, and without a clear leader, it was difficult to negotiate."

Xiulot thought for a while, recalled the way of communication between the Celestial Dynasty and the tribes on the plateau, and asked.

"What special supplies do they need? For example, tea, should it be spices, cocoa, or salt? Of course, it cannot be food. The food that is always in short supply is the biggest driving force for them to go south!"

The samurai chief thought about the report of the emissaries who fled back, and analyzed the information intercepted by the merchants, before speaking for a while.

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

"Cremation and ashes, son of the wind, hair dyed face?"

Shulot was stunned for a moment, his thoughts drifting away to the long memories. After a while, he nodded with a faint smile, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Then send a group of caravans with a hundred escort warriors. The caravans carry enough salt to buy small tribes, and give the chiefs a small amount of cocoa and cotton cloth. Let the caravans describe the prosperity of Lake Chapala to these tribes If you are weak and weak, encourage them to go south as soon as possible! By the way, select two more brave priests to increase the priesthood level. Let them take Mayan blue dye to baptize the dog-born and tattoo their faces, learn the local language, understand the customs, and then find Opportunity to spread the belief of the Lord God!"

"When conquering the Kingdom of Tarasco, these canines are our potential allies. After conquering the Kingdom of Tarasco, they will be the next target of conquest!"

In the howling wind and rain, Shulot ordered loudly. The young commander's eyes are not limited to his eyes, he has already opened his eyes to look at the world.

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

"Your Highness, when the follow-up troops arrive and the army continues to go south, they will encounter the Tarasco Fortress that has been in operation for many years. Our army has limited strength and long food roads. It is not wise to attack the fortress on the southern line. The Hekou Fortress controls the Hekou The waterway blocks the entrance to Lake Queteo. The Tarasco navy has always been hidden deep in Lake Queteo, like a poisonous snake that can poke its head out at any time. Once the army falls into the fortresses on the southern line, it will definitely I was attacked by the enemy's fleet and took a bite."

Shulot looked west again, staring at the direction of the river mouth. After a long time, he nodded slowly.

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

Afterwards, Xiulot took two steps, his expression fluctuating. He looked at the non-stop rain, the always dark sky, and finally made a decision.

"The army can rest, but the commander must plan. Bertard, you are ready. Tomorrow, I will go to the mouth of the river to investigate in person and observe the geographical advantages there!"

The long wind is blowing, and the mighty westward, the order of the young commander is scattered in the wind, and the tall and bright flag is fluttering in the wind.

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