Aztec Eternals

The night wind is warm and the campfire is bright. Everyone sat around the firepit in the tribal square, sitting in the open air, eating steaming food while discussing military affairs.

The food in the mountain city is not abundant, so the dinner is naturally relatively simple. The staple food is fragrant tortilla, soft black bean puree, the side food is roasted cactus, boiled beans and pumpkin soup, the rare meat dish is spicy roast turkey, and finally there are some seasonal fruits and slightly sweet water wine.

Giova himself roasted a turkey leg. He carefully smeared salt and spices, brushed some honey, and respectfully handed it to the king beside him. The king took it, took a bite, and immediately frowned, with a smile on his face.

"Sweet and salty blend, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and not greasy in the mouth, but it's cooked just right!"

Shulot was wearing a loose robe and sat at the head of the throne. On his left are the generals of the kingdom, the legion commander Bertard, the black wolf Toltek, and the eagle Barda. On the right is the leader of the Otomi lineage, with the newly promoted Prince Giova at the front, followed by the old priest Ort, and the two great chiefs Mespa and Chalki.

Obviously, everyone here is the real controller of Otomi Sanbang. Tonight's banquet is actually a tribal military meeting. Soon, everyone ate some staple food, drank some water and wine, let go of restraint, and discussed the next military and political arrangements.

"In the current situation, the dog descendants are going south to harass, and the spring plowing in the mountain city is imminent. How much troops can each state mobilize? Do you want to go north for a quick battle or wait until after the spring plowing? Everyone speaks out, tell me!"

Xiu Luote took a sip of water and wine, looked up at the brilliant galaxy all over the sky. Then, he put down his wine glass and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Your Highness! There are 3,000 warriors in Palms State here, ready to go to battle at any time! There are still many city-states in the northern border that are still standing firm. As long as the army goes north, attacking both inside and outside, it only takes half a month to defeat the Guakili!"

The great chief, Mespa, was the first to stand up, saluted the king, and expressed his support for the quick battle going north.

The state fell, and the tribe fled. The leaders of Palms State took the family warriors back to the ancestral land and lived under the fence. Seeing that spring plowing was imminent, they gathered in the mountain city without even a piece of land to stand on. At this time, they were naturally full of enthusiasm to go north to expel the dog descendants and regain the old fiefdom.

"Three thousand warriors, ready to fight at any time."

Shulot nodded slightly. Palms Bang lost very quickly, only more than 3,000 people retreated. Although the three thousand Parmus warriors were small in number, their fighting will was trustworthy. In order to regain their homeland, they can fight to the death with all their strength. Coupled with their familiarity with the terrain, they can be used as the vanguard or surprise soldiers of the army.

"Your Highness, there are also dog descendants in the north of Guamare State. At this time, spring plowing is just around the corner. Even if the leaders try their best to respond, they can only mobilize 3,000 warriors."

Hearing this number, Shulot frowned slightly, and Mesper was full of anger. Chalki hurriedly continued to explain.

"However, if we can wait until the end of the spring plowing, Guamare State will be able to mobilize 5,000 warriors as early as the end of June!"

Xiuluo nodded. The numbers here are soldiers, and do not include the militiamen transporting food and grass and guarding roads. According to Chalki, Guamarebang hopes to play after the spring plowing.

The king thought for a moment, then looked at Giova again.

"Brother, the mountain city of Ottopan fully complies with your will. Whether it is before or after the spring plowing, it can go to war at any time! Excluding the guarding troops, the mountain city can mobilize 8,000 samurai and 12,000 militiamen!"

Hearing Giova's words, the king was a little surprised. Although after two years of gathering, the population of Otto Panban is estimated to be only about 200,000. This number of troops is almost the limit that the mountain city can mobilize, and it also proves that Giova has completely controlled the ancestral land.

"good!"

Shulot smiled and patted Giova on the shoulder. In this way, 10,000 to 20,000 Otomi warriors and the same number of militias can be assembled. He looked at the generals on the left, Berthard looked calm, and Barda was eager to try. Toltek stood up straight away, begging for orders.

"Why mobilize the army to affect this year's spring plowing? The canines are just scurrying agouti, and they are completely vulnerable! Your Highness, I, the black wolf Toltek, is willing to lead the army! As long as you give me five thousand elites, I will definitely be able to attack Their lair, defeat them all!"

Hearing this, the king nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the confident general and laughed loudly.

"Haha! Hei Lang, I can trust your bravery! I'll give you five thousand!"

"Your Highness, I have some suggestions to say!"

The old priest Oort had been silent all this time, but now he spoke suddenly.

Shulot paused, glanced at the solemn old priest, and nodded with a smile.

"Priest Ort, you are the elder in the banquet, so please speak directly!"

Hearing this, the old priest straightened up with a firm expression and a loud voice.

"Your Highness, we Otomi have been based in the north and have been fighting the dog-born for hundreds of years. The priests have been collecting their information, and they are most familiar with their habits. The wilderness dog-born has always been unrestrained and impulsive. Tribal warriors are usually loose in discipline and They are not good at battle. Although their bow skills are extremely exquisite, they lack sharp arrows and good bows. In a frontal battle, the more troops the dog-born gather, the worse the average combat effectiveness will be!"

"Oh? The more troops you gather, the worse your average combat power will be"

Hearing this, Xiulot's expression changed. He thought of some familiar stories.

"However, Your Highness, you must not underestimate the dog-born because of this! The dog-born are good at running, and can run fifty miles or even hundreds of miles a day. They are the best light soldiers in the world! They are cruel by nature, and they are used to abandoning weak or injured people. You can eat anything, and the demand for logistics is not high.”

Oort stopped here, but the generals knew it clearly. The old priest looked at the frowning crowd, and continued to speak in a deep voice.

"The Guakili dog descendants who invaded the south this time belonged to dozens of different tribes. Their tactics are flexible, easy to defeat, but difficult to kill if they need to be killed! Once the battle goes wrong, the dog descendants will disperse and flee according to the tribe. But these The tribe collapsed and did not disperse, and after the soldiers fled lightly to a distant place, they would gather again soon and harass one side."

"And when the dog descendants act according to the tribe and avoid large-scale frontal battles, their advantages in combat flexibility will be displayed to the greatest extent! Harassment, guerrilla raids, looting, and sneak attacks on the Guakili people are good at small-scale battles." , A born hunter!"

Having said that, Oort's eyes widened, and he looked at the head-raised black wolf.

"General Black Wolf, your bravery is well-known throughout the world, and I have always admired you. But even if you lead thousands of elites, how much damage can you really cause when you defeat the dog-born tribal coalition in World War I? If dozens of Guakili tribes avoid If you don't fight, you disperse and flee in different directions, and you can travel nearly a hundred miles day and night, how can you hunt and kill them? You know, the former leader of the mountain city, O'Kuili, was ambushed by a back arrow on the way to chase and kill the defeated soldiers. and die"

"Oquille? How does he compare to me?! I am a black wolf"

Toltek stared angrily. He was about to retort loudly, but when he saw His Highness waved his hand at him, he obediently shut up immediately.

Shulot shifted his gaze to the white-haired old priest.

"Priest Ort, your suggestion is to fight after spring plowing?"

"Exactly, Your Highness. If you want to expel the dog descendants who invaded the south, it is useless to defeat them. You can only surround them with heavy troops, kill and kill soldiers in large numbers, and capture young men; or let them have no food to eat, so they can only kill each other and die of hunger." !"

The old priest's eyes became darker, and there was a bit of chill in his voice, which made everyone's hearts tremble.

"Heavy soldiers besieged, no food to eat?"

Xiulot thought about it. He glanced at Bertard.

"Samurai commander, how much food do the Guakili people still have?"

"According to the intelligence of the scouts, the large tribes of the Guakili people have plundered for several months, and there is no shortage of food for the time being. They have enslaved thousands of Otomi and Pams, and are cultivating fields for spring plowing. Many ordinary tribes are There is still a lack of food and looting everywhere.”

Hearing about the thousands of Otomi being enslaved, the old priest's expression darkened slightly, and then hardened again.

"Your Highness, the large tribe of the Guakili people can reclaim the fields, and they must have enough grain in their hands, and the grain should be able to last until October harvest. However, the northern border has always been difficult and barren. They came from the cold wave of withering everything, These food reserves must be the limit!"

"If a large army is gathered to go north at this time, the Guakili people are likely to give up spring plowing and temporarily retreat to the northern wilderness. They avoid fighting and go guerrilla with the army. If the war drags on for a long time, the spring plowing in the mountain city will be completely delayed, and the grain road will also be delayed. It could get long and dangerous."

"Avoiding war and guerrilla warfare, the food road is long?"

Shulot frowned. If the war goes like this, things will be tricky. The Spaniards of later generations suffered from the guerrilla warfare of the Guajili tribe. Even though they had a full one or two eras of weapons and organizational advantages, they still suffered heavy losses in the guerrilla warfare and were helpless.

"Yes, Your Highness. The eagle in the sky will not pounce easily, and it will surely hit! Now, we should concentrate our forces to defend against the looting of the dog descendants, and then clear the border villages, shrink the farmers in the four fields, and try our best to protect the people around the mountain city." Spring plowing! If the Guakili people can’t plunder food and are not threatened, they will settle down. But when they sow grain and put their hopes on this year’s spring plowing, they will be fettered by the cultivated land !"

The king nodded slowly. The common Milpa farming is widely planted and poorly harvested. Even if there are high-yielding crops, it is usually only "one planted and ten harvested". However, with the farming skills of the dog descendants, they can probably only "plant one and reap eight", or even lower. In order to ensure a sufficient harvest, it is necessary to cultivate a large area of ​​land and invest a large amount of grain.

"When the grain grows into green crops and the stored grain is gradually exhausted, the canines will be more and more bound by the land, making it difficult to leave. Therefore, August and September before the harvest is when the canines are most short of food. It is the time when they are most unable to abandon the field, and it is also the time when we launch a decisive battle! They cannot avoid it!"

Speaking of this, the old priest straightened his back and stood with his head held high. He flung his arms down and let out a groundhog growl.

"Your Highness, after the spring plowing, it is the best opportunity to mobilize in July and dispatch troops in August! Let the invading dogs die in front of the farmland that is about to be harvested!"

Shulot stared at the old priest, at his reddened eyes, and at his pale hair.

Sending troops in August means abandoning the Otomi civilians captured in the north and most of the nobles who are still defending in order to completely wipe out the dog descendants. Is this option worth it?

"As long as cocoa lasts, no matter how weeds turn to ashes"

The king sighed in his heart, but nodded solemnly on his face, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Oort, just as you said! Wang Ling, the warriors are preparing for war: defending important areas, defending against dog plundering; fortifying the walls and clearing the fields, withdrawing to border villages. Full spring plowing in May and June, mobilization in July, August The moon sends troops to the north, and destroys the dog descendants in one battle!"