The rain in May is gentle, like the prelude to a drumbeat, leaving a long interval. But when June comes with the wind, the drumbeat of raindrops becomes more urgent. The sun is high behind the dim clouds, only occasionally
Then he lowered his ruthless eyes, admiring the war in the world, and waiting for the gift of life.
Shulot stood on the wall of the wooden castle, and the rainwater pattered on the flag behind him, and then flowed into the river in front of him. In the swaying wind and rain, he watched hundreds of naval officers
A large boat with a continuous fleet stretching for several miles, with armored warriors standing on the bow. Then, the young commander saw something and nodded with a smile.
Annatri, commander of the naval division, stood solemnly on the boat and turned to look at the camp. This vigorous female warrior held a three-meter flag spear, wore a dark red cloak, and carried a one-foot-long dagger at her waist. She was fighting on the water.
Good job. Then, she lowered her head, with her short hair hanging down, and gave a final salute to the commander's flag.
After the salute, Anatli raised the 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 one last time, then shook the oars, carrying tens of thousands of prisoners.
The frightened Tarasco was strong and sailed back to the powerful Mexican Union.
Shulot watched the fleet slowly go eastward against the current, watched the large boats and small boats move away in an orderly manner, and nodded again in affirmation.
"Anatri is always reassuring when doing things. Returning eastward from the Leman River against the wind and current, the fleet travels slowly. It will be at least July until she returns with food and support. The main force of the navy is not here during this period.
The wooden fort needs to be redoubled vigilance, and the remaining boats must be patrolled day and night to prevent the Tarascans from crossing north."
Hearing this, Bertard said with a smile.
"The commander of the Anapari Corps comes from the alliance's navy family, originating from the distant tribal era. They are passed down through the maternal line, and they have been in charge of Mexica's navy from generation to generation, and have always remained neutral in the alliance. The name 'Anatri'
The name is also an inherited name, meaning 'source of rivers, mother of lakes'. If it comes to fighting on the water without a bow and arrow, I'm afraid I won't be her opponent..."
"His Highness abandoned two remote wooden forts, and the remaining three wooden forts supported each other. There were ten thousand warriors stationed there, all of whom were loyal elites. After sending away these prisoners, the food and grass stored was enough to last three months. What's important is
The fort walls have also been fortified. If the Tarascans attack north, they will be beaten to death in front of the longbows and wooden forts!"
Hearing this, Shulotran laughed out loud with high-spirited confidence. Then, he looked at the continuous heavy rain and laughed again.
"The rainy season has arrived, and construction and marching have become difficult. These strong men who have converted on the surface cannot be trusted. They have nothing to do if they stay in the camp, but they are a huge hidden danger. The navy was about to return east, so they
They were all transported away and sent to Teotihuacan as working serfs, which just replaced the warriors and militiamen in the Holy City from their busy farming schedule. Our Northern Route Army needs more support!"
Having said this, the young commander looked at the warrior commander seriously, staring at his weathered face.
"Bertard, you have always been close to the people's warriors and understand the underlying situation. How is the morale of the army now?"
The warrior commander bowed his head in salute, thought for a moment, and answered frankly.
"Your Highness has won a series of small victories, captured many prisoners, and suffered very little loss. The morale of the warriors is quite high. The alliance has always attached great importance to the military exploits of Tarasco and Tlaxcala. A fourth-level senior warrior only needs to capture
Five Tarasco warriors can be promoted to the military nobility and officially become a member of the minor nobility. After this battle, the alliance will definitely have many new nobles, but it will also require large land rewards and financial rewards!
.”
Shulot laughed loudly. He said with a smile.
"As long as we capture Qin Congcan and occupy the prosperous and fertile Lake Patzcuaro area, land and property will not be a problem. The Alliance can only rely on the enfeoffed warrior nobles to firmly control the newly conquered land!"
Bertard nodded and continued his report.
"Indeed, priests at all levels are the link that maintains the alliance, and noble warriors are the foundation of the alliance's rule. His Highness has just held a promotion ceremony for warriors at all levels, and the effect is good. Of course, if there are sufficient financial rewards, the morale of the army will be better
Go up one level. Now, the civilian warriors are gearing up, eager to fight and capture prisoners. They are looking forward to being promoted to senior level, and even joining the battle group to become the military nobles of the alliance!"
Mentioning the military nobles, Bertard smiled faintly, with a smile that had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
Xiulote's face was stunned at first. He had already spent all his money to encourage scientific and technological research and development. If he wanted to reward his subordinates, honorary promotions were easy to say, but as for any property, there was no such thing. This could only be achieved by capturing Tarasco.
In the important town, grab a wave of the great nobles of Tarasco who have been passed down for many years.
Then, the young commander nodded in agreement and fell into deep thought.
Counting from the capture of the capital of Topanec and the formation of the Three-City Alliance, the real rise of the Mexica has only been more than fifty years. With an effective military merit system, the alliance is filled with strong fighting spirit and vitality, and the warriors are full of conquests and meritorious service.
The desire is the source of the alliance's strength.
Similarly, before the Mexican Union had a legal system, the concubine of a noble could inherit the title by virtue of military merit, while the incompetent legitimate son would be reduced to a commoner. There was no insurmountable gap between civilian warriors and minor nobles, and they did not need to kneel to the nobles.
Etiquette. All social strata flow with each other, far from being solidified, with distinct tribal characteristics. Everything in the alliance is based on the supremacy of force and religious integration, which is very similar to the nomadic empire on the grasslands of Eurasia.
After thinking about it for a moment, the young commander retracted his thoughts and looked towards the south bank of the Leman River again. The villages and farmland for more than ten miles along the coast have been abandoned, and the distant fortress rises among the hills, controlling all the river mouths and passages. Tarasco's
The legions were stationed behind stone castles and wooden villages, and their navy was also hidden in Lake Quetseo. The information about the enemy's main force was always like a mist, which was difficult to detect clearly, which made people feel uneasy.
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Shulot looked at it for a long time and sighed softly.
"Bertard, at this time I hope that Tarasco's army can come out of the turtle shell. It is best to cross the river in the rain, come out by land and water, and surround the camp on the north bank. In this way, the situation 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 capture the wooden castle in a short period of time. As long as the advance army holds on 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 toward the river mouth fortress in the southwest with a solemn expression.
"Your Highness, the Southern Route Army should have suppressed the south by now, and the Tarascans must be heavily guarded. Compared to the limited mobilization of warriors, I am more worried about the Tarascan 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 here, we can take advantage of mobility, gather troops, and attack south at any location. As you said: 'Face the right enemy on the right battlefield.
.'Now that the navy has returned eastward, we can only camp in the wooden fort, stop attacking, and wait for reinforcements."
Hulot looked at Bertard with admiration. The rivers in Central America never freeze. In the basins crisscrossed by large rivers, the navy is the cavalry that takes the initiative in tactics! The warrior commander can understand the key points of mobile warfare from the use of the navy, which shows that he has
The influence of ears and eyes is really effective.
The young commander then patted the warrior commander on the shoulder affectionately and joked without shame.
"Bertard, you have learned the essence of my inherited tactics! You must take good care of yourself. In the future, I will have a force as fast as the wind for you to control!"
Hearing this, the warrior commander looked puzzled. How could he be as fast as the wind? He couldn't fly like a bird with wings.
Shulot did not explain. He just mentioned it casually and continued to analyze the military situation.
"The enemy navy has been unable to retreat and cannot figure out the details of the mobilization. They may be transporting food and troops, they may be waiting for support from the Chapala Lake District, or they may have already gathered and are ready to attack at any time. The Chapala Lake District is independent
We are very active and are busy with spring plowing at this time. The support should not be until after the harvest in October... Even if we cannot find a good opportunity to fight, we cannot just wait for the situation to develop. Bertard, the messenger to contact the Tekos people in the north is
News?”
The warrior commander recalled the latest information and shook his head slightly.
"To go to the north, the Tecos need to pass through the Lake Chapala area. The Tarasco nobles there have begun to prepare for war and have blocked the main rivers and roads. It is not easy for the envoy to pass there. According to the business travel report intercepted last month
, the Tesk people in the north were suppressed in the mountainous areas of the northwest and have been fighting guerrillas in the mountains and forests. With their dispersed military strength and guerrilla fighting characteristics, they will never take the initiative to attract people from the Chapala Lake area for the alliance.
Main force."
Shulot thought for a while and agreed with a smile.
"Bertard, you are right! The Tesk people 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 and weaken the western Talas
He will use the power of the Cou nobles, and then encourage the Tesk people to attack... So, what are the movements of the Guamar dog descendants in the north?"
Bertard thought for a moment and replied.
"Your Highness, we sent three groups of envoys, but they were all attacked and intercepted by the barbaric Guamar dog descendants, and the gifts they carried were taken away. They were scattered into many tribes, without a clear leader, and it was difficult to negotiate."
Shulot thought for a moment, recalled the way of communication between the Celestial Empire and the plateau tribes, and asked.
"What special supplies do they need? For example, tea... No, it should be spices, cocoa or salt? Of course, it cannot be food. The eternal shortage of food is the biggest driving force for them to go south!"
The samurai commander thought about the reports from the envoys who escaped, analyzed the intelligence intercepted by the merchants, and then spoke after a while.
"Some large tribes occupy the rare salt fields in the desert. Many small tribes are short of salt, so they are more friendly to caravans carrying salt. The large tribes do not have the habit of drinking sacred cocoa, and they probably never have the opportunity to drink it. The dog descendants
There is a lack of medical supplies and cotton cloth, and only simple yucca plants are used for treatment... Oh, they have the custom of cremating after death, and burying the ashes with the wind in the sky, calling themselves "Children of the Wind". They are also used to dyeing their hair with various dyes,
Draw tattoos on your face to pay tribute to different gods!”
"Cremation and ashes, son of the wind, hair and face dyed?"
Shulot was stunned for a moment, his mind wandering to distant memories. After a while, he nodded with a slight smile and ordered in a deep voice.
"Then send a group of caravans with a hundred guard warriors. The caravans will carry enough salt to bribe the small tribes, and use a small amount of cocoa and cotton cloth to give to the chiefs. Let the caravans describe the prosperity of the Chapala Lake area to these tribes
and weak, encourage them to go south as soon as possible! ...By the way, select two more brave priests and raise the level of priesthood. Let them bring Mayan blue dye to baptize the dog-born face tattoos, learn the local language, and understand the customs and customs
, look for another opportunity to spread the faith of the Lord God!"
"When we conquer the Kingdom of Tarasco, these canine descendants are our potential allies. When the Kingdom of Tarasco is conquered, they will be the next target to conquer!"
In the howling wind and rain, Shulot shouted the order. The young commander's gaze was not limited to his eyes, he had already opened his eyes to look at the world.
Bertard bowed and accepted the order. What he admired most was the young commander's foresight, which was like a bird flying in the sky, never sticking to the inherent ideas of the times. Then, the warrior commander returned to reality and mentioned going south again.
"Your Highness, when the follow-up troops arrive and the army continues to move south, they will encounter the Tarasco Fortress that has been in operation for many years. Our army has limited troops and long food routes. It is not wise to attack the fortress on the southern line. And the river mouth fortress controls the river mouth.
water channel, blocking the entrance to Lake Quiceo. The Tarascan navy is always hidden deep in Lake Quiceo, like a poisonous snake that can poke its head out at any time. Once the army falls into the fortress group on the southern line, it will definitely
We were attacked by the enemy's fleet and took a huge bite."
Shulot looked to the west again, staring in the direction of the river mouth. After a long time, he nodded slowly.
"The fortress at the mouth of the river must be removed! As long as this node is opened, we can go directly south from Lake Quiceo, bypassing most of the fortresses on the south bank, and penetrate directly into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Tarasco!"
Afterwards, Shulot took two steps, his expression changing. He looked at the non-stop rain and the ever-dark sky, and finally made a decision.
"The army can rest and regroup, but the commander must plan. Bertard, be prepared. Tomorrow I will go to the mouth of the river to conduct a personal reconnaissance and observe the location there!"
The long wind whistled and went westward in a mighty way. The young commander's orders were scattered in the wind, and the tall and bright flags on his back were fluttering in the wind.
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