Aztec Eternals

In September, the sun shines on the sky and the earth, and the rain has decreased significantly, and it has become sporadic. This is the time when the harvest begins. In the warm climate of the tropics, the early pumpkins are harvested, the ripe beans are just around the corner, and the flowering corn is swaying across the fields. A gust of wind passes by, and the mountains and fields are lush and green, with ripe aromas wafting from the fruits of various colors. However, when it came to the banks of the Leman River, it only saw desolation and chill.

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

The Eight Thousand Spear Corps landed in the port one by one and gathered in small groups. The militiamen were heavily armed. They put on paper armor, fastened rattan helmets, carried shields, and held bronze spears tightly in their hands, looking curiously at both sides of the river. The same is true for Guzman. As a miner and farmer who has worked since childhood, he has never been fifty miles away from his hometown. In this strange land, he subconsciously stood upright, clinging to his teammates. His gaze was fixed on the banner of His Highness who was approaching, as well as the legion commander who quickly stepped forward to salute.

Shulot smiled. He lifted "Monkey" Kuluka from the ground, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"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 Lancer Corps this time?"

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

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

Xiuluo nodded. He looked at the new troops who had landed and gathered on the river bank in an orderly manner, and his smile became more obvious. Then, he looked at Ezpan, who was kneeling and saluting behind Kulka, 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 you don't pay attention. You are more familiar with the human geography here, so you need to give me some advice!"

Hearing His Highness's words, Ezpan kowtowed to the ground without hesitation. Then, he raised his left hand with a broken little finger and said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, the Lord God has witnessed 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 wolfhound following the king. I am willing to do my best for the Western Expedition!"

Shulot watched Ezpan's expression for a while, then smiled and lifted him up, and praised him loudly.

"Not bad! This is your vast world, you will have a lot to do!"

Afterwards, Shulot looked at Kuluka who was approaching him again.

"Monkey, how is your cooperation with Ezpan?"

Kuluka thought for a moment, and replied with a clear smile.

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

Shulot nodded again. He smiled and asked another matter.

"Where is the Mayan trader Ticaro now? What's the situation?"

Kuluka thought for a while and bowed to report.

"According to reports from people close to Tikalo, he is now directly commanded by the intelligence officer of the royal family 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 State have been sent by the Alliance's The terms say, ready to remain neutral in the war. The trade in the copper mines continues, but management is now in the hands of the Crown."

Shulot pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. As the most important strategic material, copper mine must be directly managed by the center. It now appears that the royal family should be bound to win Wetamo's copper mine.

While a few people were talking, the Long Spear Corps had already disembarked, and behind them were tribal hunters in single clothes and holding longbows.

Shulot looked towards the river bank. These mountain hunters walked calmly and didn't mind the wind and rain along the way. Since they are often engaged in fishing and hunting, most people are no strangers to boating. At this time, they took the tribe as a unit and gathered under the call of the leader. Although they were a little loose, they were busy and not chaotic.

"Black Wolf" Toltek strode towards His Highness's banner with his head held high. He walked a few steps, then knelt down on one knee.

"Your Highness, Toltec salutes you! May your conquest go smoothly and your martial luck last forever!"

Shulot laughed, pulled Toltek up from the ground, and asked with a smile.

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

"Your Highness, the journey has been smooth and smooth, and the heavy rain has washed you away! We are ready to fight at any time, and get the enemy's heart for you!"

Toltek said confidently, and looked at Kuluka confidently.

Shulot saw everything in his eyes. He patted Ai Jiang's shoulder with a smile, and ordered softly.

"Very good! Toltek, bring your books and come to my tent at night."

Toltek instantly petrified, unable to speak for a while. Kuluka gave him a quick look and smiled.

Shulot looked at the river again, and the militiamen had already disembarked, followed by a boatload of food. Now that all parties have gathered, he already has a full 30,000 Mexica troops in his hands! Twenty thousand were Mexica warriors from all over the place, and another ten thousand were elite militiamen. Finally, an Otomi Legion with half its combat power will be added.

Nearly 40,000 people gathered here, and the food consumed every day was calculated in tens of thousands of catties, piling up like a mountain. Even if the fleet brings in a new batch of grain, it can only last for two or three months. It was getting more and more difficult to maintain the grain path, and he couldn't wait any longer. These legions are also the largest force he can muster. The Holy City has already emptied their entire family, and they all fell here.

The reinforcements promised by the northern generals were delayed. According to the emissary's report not long ago, Othelor smashed the Chichimek dog descendants on the northern border, and wiped out more than a dozen tribes who migrated to the south one after another. He built pyramid-shaped Jingguan in the northern border to frighten all the tribes along the way, and transported a large number of captives to the capital. He also recruited many weak tribes who surrendered, and promised the envoys to send as much support as possible.

"Everything is ready now, just waiting for the battle on the battlefield!"

Shulot looked across the river bank to the wide Leman River, and then to the far south.

In the next few days, the returning Mexica navy quickly entered the battle, and fought consecutive battles with the Tarasco navy at the estuary fortress.

The Tarasco Navy, in small units, repeatedly dispatched to harass the Mexica grain transport ship. The alliance's water army also dispersed in small groups, patrolling and escorting. On the long Leman River, you can often see more than a dozen small boats, flying different flags, fighting with each other, consuming and fighting on the water. Stabbing with long spears, smashing with batons, shooting with bows and arrows, and piercing with daggers. Every day, dozens of people were killed or injured on both sides, and red dots bloomed everywhere in the river.

Facing the enemy's harassment, Shulot had a headache. He was reluctant to let the elite warriors be wasted in this kind of fighting, so he let two elite militiamen with longbows and spears board the boat, led by the warriors to fight against the enemy, and let the longbow militiamen be proficient in water shooting.

Horde hunters demonstrate precise close-range archery on the water. Relying on the advantages of bows and arrows, the subsequent battles of the alliance gradually won more and lost less. The Tarascos learned in battle, and gradually became familiar with the tactics of the Mexica bow and arrow, and began to equip a large number of vine and wood shields in the navy.

As the sky gradually cleared, new gunpowder weapons were unloaded from warehouses and distributed to longbow warriors and militiamen. In the secret mountain camp, they are familiar with shooting gunpowder arrows, waiting for the arrival of the big battle.

On sunny days, Shulot gathered his navy several times and challenged the fortress at the mouth of the river in the south. However, the enemy's fleet is like a scattered pack of wolves, constantly harassing the rear, but not fighting a decisive battle head-on.

Faced with this situation, Xiulot unfolded the map and clicked on the west several times with his fingers. Three thousand Ottopan warriors were transported by a navy and thrown into the lower reaches of the west. Jiowa contacted the Otomi tribe on both sides of the river, dispersed into more than a dozen teams, plundered all the way west from Sakapu State, 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 lower reaches of the mouth of the fortress, less than a hundred miles northwest of the river mouth fortress, at Yurilia Lake in the sunken river bend.

Xiulot personally led the fleet to check. This place is downstream of the fortress at the mouth of the river, and it only takes one or two days to come down the river, but it takes three or four days to go back against the current. The north bank of Hehe Lake is located between Guamare and Otto Panbang. It is a rare flat forest land, and there are several Otomi villages where troops can rest. On the south bank of the river and lake is the state of Sakapu, which is being plundered. The river here is open, the water flow is flat, and there is enough space for movement, which is suitable for a big battle.

Looking at the reeds on the north bank of the river and lake, the young commander finally nodded in 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 and settled in the Otomi village, blocking the surrounding passages and strictly prohibiting 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, while the Territory of Tarasco on the south bank was full of war. Under the leadership of the local Otomi people, the Ottopan warriors accurately killed the manors of nobles in various places. The local nobles, big and small, tried their best to resist, but all the local warriors were recruited by the kingdom, and most of the militia were mobilized. The nobles had to hastily summon the peasants, only to be killed and scattered by the swiftly attacking Otomi warriors.

In just a few days, black smoke rose from the western sky. It was a burning village, a burnt farmland, and aristocratic manors that had been reduced to ashes. Outside the manor, the Otomi people hung the Tarasco nobles who were ruthlessly executed like a demonstration.

The defeated local nobles fled all the way south, bringing news of the Otomi invasion to the heart of the kingdom. The messenger was delivered quickly, and continuous warning messages were transmitted to the Hekou Fortress, until the ears of the northern marshal and head of the navy, Ospai.

The "crocodile" noble's eyes widened, quite shocked.

"The Otomi joined the war and united with the Mexica fleet, relying on the Otomi tribe on both sides of the strait to plunder the nobles and nobles everywhere!"

Hearing this news, Ospai hesitated, smelling a conspiracy.

According to the report of the scouts, the new Mexica reinforcements apparently arrived on the north bank, with a scale of about 10,000 people. Thinking of this, the experienced commander hesitated for a long time, but still chose to stand still and prepare to stay on the defensive.

However, upon hearing the warning, the 5,000 Chapala warriors in the Hekou Fortress clamored to fight. On the one hand, they were worried that the Otomi would plunder their hometowns further downstream, and on the other hand, they underestimated the Otomi's combat power, and wanted to go west to rescue.

Facing the request made by the Chapala Legion, Ospai firmly shook his head and refused.

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

Chapala Commander Peng Guari is nearly forty years old. He has a majestic appearance, a generous demeanor, and is wearing a gorgeous feather suit. His name means "feather" which symbolizes the gods, and he obviously had an extremely noble birth. He also shook his head when he heard the Northern Marshal's words.

"Respected Marshal 'Crocodile', the Chapala Legion has come hundreds of miles to help, and the loyalty to the Kingdom can be learned from the sun and the moon. We came here to fight bravely, not to stay in the fortress and do nothing! Now, Western Sa The nobles in Cape Town came to cry one after another. They are related to the generals of the legion, and the warriors are worried about the safety of their hometown in the Lake District, angry at the atrocities of the enemy who slaughtered the nobles, and they can no longer wait any longer!"

Russian Pai was silent, he felt heavy pressure, and defense has never been his style. After a moment of contemplation, reason prevailed, and the "crocodile" commander still shook his head.

"Peng Guali, the enemy's intelligence is unknown, and the king wants to stand firm. I am the marshal of the north, and I have overall responsibility. It is not suitable to fight at this time."

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

"Ospai, if the enemy's information 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 area. You have overall responsibilities, while we have local responsibilities. The purpose of the legion's support is to defend the kingdom and protect the hometown. If even the weak Otomi can be burned and killed in the south, defending the kingdom is just empty talk!"

Having said that, Peng Guali paused for a moment and spoke seriously.

"If you insist on not sending troops, our 5,000 Chapala warriors will fight by ourselves and go overland to support! I will leave all 10,000 militiamen in the river mouth fortress. There are 6,000 warriors and 20,000 militiamen in Akanbaro state , enough to defend the line of defense!"

Hearing Penguari's words, Ospai felt a headache.

The big nobles in these places have private soldiers, their status is noble, and they are all rebellious, and they value the property of their hometown more than anything else. The last time the great nobles of Acambaro went out privately to disperse the looting team of the Mexica, they were attacked by the enemy, losing nearly a thousand warriors and more than 3,000 militiamen. This time the Otomi attack was obviously a repetition of the same strategy.

As the head of the Chapala Legion, Peng Guali has 5,000 warriors and nearly 10,000 militiamen in his hands, which is not much different from the strength of the Northern Legion. In terms of status, "Feather" is a glorious nobleman who has been passed down for a long time, and he cannot use rank to severely suppress it. But now, the northern front is still counting on the next batch of Chapala reinforcements, so he is even more difficult to restrain.

As Marshal of the North, he couldn't make the troops do what they ordered. If the Chapala Legion is allowed to support by land, the march will be slow all the way, and the enemy army transported by the navy will not 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 morale of the fortress, and will undoubtedly affect the arrival of the next batch of reinforcements. He had no choice but to revise his original defense plan and take the first action to deal with this enemy.

Ospai pondered for a long time, finally stared at Penguari's eyes, and said loudly and sternly.

"Chapala's Feather, if you send troops alone, once you meet the main force of the Mexica, you will be destroyed! The fierce Mexica warriors are completely different from the Otomi. You wait for a few days, let I'll go check out the military situation on the north shore, and then we'll discuss sending troops together!"