Aztec Eternals

The end of October is always chilling and drifting away. It is the cold wind on the wasteland, and it is also the leaves floating everywhere in the long wind.

The next few days were uneventful. More than 15,000 southern coalition forces were mighty and set up camp outside the mouth of Palms Valley. Subsequently, the Guamare Legion continued to attack Taniguchi, consuming wood, rocks, rolling logs, and destroying the fence of the camp. The Praetorian Guards guarded the banner of the Black Wolf, and established the main camp of Mexica on the hills with sparse trees and not easy to burn.

At this moment, the king is sitting in the main camp. While sorting out the rosters of the states in his hand, he was thinking about the next military plan. It is said to be a roster, but it is actually a genealogy of Otomi nobles/clans with long flags, feathers, and family crests painted on them.

Berthard looked calm and stood silently. His eyes sometimes fell to the roster, which was marked with strange markings, chiefly red "X"s and "Os."

Shulot opened yesterday's battle report, calmly marked "X" on the nobles who died in battle, and "O" on the warriors who performed well. There is another atlas in his hand, which records the land and numbers of each noble/clan. These figures are currently imprecise, just vague estimates from complex sources.

Now, the three northern states have set up a new archdiocese of the main god, and reported to the capital in the lake, and the old priest of Ort will serve as the chief priest of the three states. The Church of the Primordial God is undergoing a comprehensive adaptation, merging with the Church of the Lord God. It won't be long before more priests will come from the kingdom and be sent to various parts of the three kingdoms. They will go deep into the various tribes to preach, and count more specific arable land area and the number of Ding population. If the kingdom wants to rule the unruly northern lands, it has to start with registration.

It was quiet in the big tent for a long time. Suddenly, a burst of intense noise sounded from the periphery of the main camp, followed by hasty shouts of killing.

Berthard held the bronze sword instantly, his eyes became sharp. He strode out of the tent to check, and gestured as a guard. Tells came in with a dozen personal guards holding a large shield, covering His Highness's surroundings.

Sunlight fell from the zenith of the cloth tent, facing the king's table. Xiulot's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to look at the album. After a while, the shouting outside the tent stopped quickly, and after a few shouts, it turned into intermittent screams.

After a while, Bertard quietly returned from the tent and brought back a warrior captain who was in charge of the prisoners.

"Um?"

"Your Highness, just now a dog-born red-haired team sneaked in and attacked a prisoner camp, but was repelled by the guards."

The warrior commander replied in a deep voice.

"oh?"

Shulot put down the book in his hand and looked up.

"How is the situation now?"

Bertard patted the warrior captain. The other party immediately knelt down on the ground, looking ashamed.

"Your Highness, two quarters of an hour ago, fifty or sixty red-haired men suddenly emerged from the mountain forest on the east side and attacked the outermost captive camp. The captives in the camp also clamored. The warriors killed seven or eight Red hair, but four slap captives escaped in the chaos."

"Which tribe is the enemy from?"

"Red Frog Scout identified the corpse and said it belonged to the Red Crow Tribe."

"It's Red Crow again. How many casualties did the warriors have?"

"The enemy's attack was extremely sudden, and the warriors also... also suffered about ten casualties."

"Well, what's next?"

"A hundred-man team has brought the priest Xiuleizi Kunli, and is chasing in the forest. There are more than two hundred prisoners in the camp. Four slaps escaped, and the barbarians who took out four slaps were beheaded. The rest of the captives Give them all ten lashes!"

"Well. Very good, you go down!"

The warrior captain bowed to the ground and left respectfully.

Shulot stood up and walked slowly in the big tent.

In the Mexica Legion, the war priests accompanying the army will domesticate a small number of Mexican hairless dogs, namely xoloitzcuintli. "Shulo" refers to the god of death, and "Izkunli" means a dog, and together they are "dog of death". This medium-sized dog is not outstanding in combat effectiveness, but it has a very important religious status. In Mexica mythology, they are the guides of the underworld and can lead the souls of the dead, so they are also very important sacrificial animals.

"Bothard, let the pursuing team come back, don't be ambushed."

The king pondered for a moment, and calmly ordered.

"Take out a thousand warriors from the Ottopan Legion, and immediately escort four thousand captives to the south, and escort them all the way to Ottopan Mountain City."

In the past few days, the coalition forces have been marching northward. Under the leadership of the guide Pams and the red frog scouts, the main army cleared the forest along the way.

A large number of the Guajili tribe who broke up during the night attack were captured, and more than 4,000 dog-born fighters were captured. These fighters are the elite of the eastern dog-born, familiar with life in the wilderness, and also used to blood and killing. When they recovered from the fear of the sky fire, they became an unstable factor in the camp.

Xiulot didn't have time to identify the identities of these soldiers one by one, so he simply packed them up and shipped them back to the south.

"Follow orders, Your Highness."

Bertard immediately set out the account and went to arrange the manpower.

"Tels, you go out too!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The loyal shield guards bowed their heads and saluted, and returned to guard outside the tent.

The king walked to the corner of the big tent and looked at the muddy ground. There is the most common prickly pear cactus in the wilderness. Most of this cactus was chopped off by the dog's stone axe, leaving only the remaining thorny stems, which are still growing stubbornly. In the north where food is scarce, cactus is like tofu in the hometown, and it is the most common daily food.

"The dog-born in the wasteland, like the cacti in the Northland, survive on the barren land. They are tough and tenacious, with strong vitality and sharp thorns."

Xiulot looked at it for a moment, and whispered to himself.

"But when you pick the cactus, remove the sharp thorns on the surface, and chew it in your mouth, you will know how crisp and delicious it is."

Thinking of the smell of cactus, the king smiled and continued to sit cross-legged. He opened the atlases of each army and counted the strength of the troops in his hands.

When they set off in early August, the Praetorian Guards were full of 6,000 men. Then fought in March and lost more than a thousand. The main reason is that when the black wolves stormed the Red Fox Valley, they lost 800 in one battle. Afterwards, he recruited the Otomi warriors from the three kingdoms, and selected hundreds of Guajili prisoners to fill up the army again.

Fighting all the way, the Otomi Legion of the Three Kingdoms suffered a lot of casualties. Of the 8,000 Ottopan warriors, only 6,000 remained, and of the 3,000 Parmes warriors, only a little over a thousand remained. Five thousand Guamalei warriors left one thousand in the Red Fox Valley, lost more than one thousand, and now there are less than three thousand.

In addition to the loss of warriors, the nobles of various states also suffered heavy casualties, leaving a large area of ​​hereditary territory empty. How these territories are arranged is the key to establishing the rule of the kingdom.

"Buzz!"

Shulot was contemplating when he was suddenly interrupted by a low humming sound. After listening for a while, with a smile on his face, he put down the album in his hand and waited patiently.

Sure enough, after a while, the curtain of the big tent was lifted again, Chief Chalki walked in cautiously, and saluted His Royal Highness and the warrior commander in turn.

"His Royal Highness, I salute you!"

"Chalkie, how is the situation with the Legion?"

"Your Highness, the twelve catapults brought in have been assembled and are now being tested."

Chalki knelt on the ground with an extremely respectful expression.

"How did the red monkey tribe guarding the camp react?"

"A little flustered. Their chief appeared in person and calmed down the army."

"Continue to shoot and get familiar with the range. When attacking the camp later, the stone-throwing wood beast may be useful."

Hearing this, the middle-aged chieftain gave a slight pause. He looked up at His Highness, and asked tentatively.

"Your Highness, you said 'maybe'?"

"Well, maybe."

The king nodded, showing confidence.

"If the trebuchet is useful, more effort will be spent, more warriors will be lost, and fewer prisoners will be taken. If it can't be used, it will be reversed."

The gunpowder weapons in the legion were left with the scale of a battle, enough to burn down the Taniguchi camp. It would not be difficult to capture Taniguchi until the Dogborn fully adapted to Skyfire and Thunder. The real difficulty is how to prevent the dog-born tribes from escaping and consume or capture the young and strong of each tribe to the greatest extent. To a certain extent, the leader of Chichika, who was able to force all the ministries to fight to the death, solved the most difficult tactical problem for the coalition forces.

Chalki's eyes flickered, chewing on His Highness's words over and over again.

Xiulot's expression remained unchanged, and he asked again.

"Chalkie, how is the situation with the Legion?"

The middle-aged chieftain was startled, and then his face suddenly revealed. He lowered his voice.

"Your Highness, the legion has attacked Taniguchi for three days, and lost more than a dozen nobles who did not want to convert."

"Are the rest willing to convert?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Then call the nobles of Guamare, and hold the prayer ceremony of the Lord God next to the slingstone beast. I will send you a war priest, and do it tonight!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness."

"Go down and get ready!"

"yes."

Chalki kowtowed in awe and left quickly.

Shulot looked at the back of the middle-aged chief, and thought again.

After the Northern Expedition, he will set aside some direct territories in Ottopan and Palms, leaving a garrison each. The vast Guamare state in the west will basically maintain the autonomy of the nobility. Therefore, for the nobles of Guamare, they only need to be converted, and there is no need to clean up too much.

So far, the political goals of the Northern Expedition have been basically completed, and the kingdom has achieved initial control over the three kingdoms of Otomi. The stubborn aristocrats who resisted the alliance and converted in the Three Kingdoms were almost wiped out. Both Chalki and Giova took control of the situation, and gradually became worthy of the name from the leader of the legion. The remaining economic and military goals are to capture as many dog ​​descendants as possible, enrich the foundation of the kingdom, establish a forward stronghold, and detain the surrounding ministries.

Thinking of this, Xiulot looked to the side.

"How is our poet, Bertard?"

"Your Highness, the poet is still in the enemy camp, negotiating."

"Well. Let the poet paraphrase my words: the wooden beast of the main god has arrived, and the people of the main god are about to be slaughtered. The anger of the main god cannot be suppressed, and will destroy everything. The conditions of surrender are the same as those of the red frog. Form an army alone, 3,000 people Establishment. Give him two days, if he does not make a decision, the Legion will summon Skyfire and capture the Taniguchi camp. At that time, everyone will be sacrificed!"

"Your will is the destined future."

The samurai commander bowed his head and left silently again.

The king stood up and walked slowly to the corner of the camp. He looked at the incomplete cactus and suddenly smiled brightly.

"Come on!"

The guards rushed in immediately, bowing their heads and obeying orders.

"Treat this cactus and fry turkey eggs with oil in a copper pot. I want to eat it at night!"