The sunshine in September spreads all over the world, and the rain decreases significantly and becomes intermittent. This is the time when the harvest begins. In the warm tropical climate, the early-maturing pumpkins have been harvested, the mature beans are about to be harvested, and the flowering corns are also available.
It swayed in the fields. A long wind passed by, and the mountains and fields were lush and green, and the fruits of various colors wafted out with their ripe aroma. However, when it came to both sides of the Leman River, it only saw desolation and chilling.
The main force of Anatri's fleet arrived with a large group of reinforcements, and with the ship was a new batch of food for the capital.
Eight thousand spear regiments landed at the port one after another and gathered in small groups. The militiamen were fully armed. They put on paper armor, fastened their rattan helmets, carried shields on their backs, held bronze spears tightly in their hands, and looked at them curiously.
The same was true for Guzman on both sides of the river. As a miner and farmer who had been working since childhood, he had never been more than fifty miles away from his hometown. In this strange land, he subconsciously stood upright, close to his teammates.
His gaze was distantly focused on the approaching flag of His Highness and the legion commander who quickly stepped forward to salute.
Shulot was smiling. He lifted "Monkey" Kuruka from the ground and patted his shoulder affectionately.
"Monkey, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have become a lot stronger. You did a great job in the acquisition of the copper mine last time! How is the training of the Lance Corps this time?"
Kuruca nodded respectfully, his eyes sparkling. Facing His Highness, he subconsciously scratched his head and answered with a smile.
"Dear Lord, I have been thinking about your teachings and dare not forget your orders for a moment. These days I have been training with the legion, and sometimes I will join the queue to experience it. After a few months, the spear
The phalanx has been able to spread out and form quickly. In order to maintain the formation when the phalanx moves and changes direction, it needs to be slower. As for the column assault mentioned in your letter, I have tried to practice it several times, and I also have to discuss it with the adjutant.
Ezpin continues to explore."
Xiulote 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 behind Kuruca, who knelt down to salute, and made a joke.
"Ezpin, now we are in your territory. The fish has returned to its own pond and will slip away if you are not careful... You are more familiar with the human geography here, so you need to give me more ideas!"
After hearing His Highness's words, Ezpin did not hesitate and kowtowed to the ground. Then, he raised his left hand with the missing little finger and said in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, the Lord God has witnessed that I am loyal to you and am willing to die at any time! The fish has landed, and from now on I will be a wolf dog following the king. I am willing to do my best for the Western Expedition!"
Hulot watched Ezpin's expression for a while, then he lifted him up with a smile and praised him loudly.
"Yes! This is your vast world, and you will have a lot to do!"
Then, Shulot looked at Kuruka who was approaching again.
"Monkey, how about your cooperation with Ezpin?"
Kuruca changed his mind and answered with a clear smile.
"My lord, Ezpan is an outstanding lieutenant and the most important pillar of the legion!"
Shulot nodded again. He smiled and asked about another thing.
"Where is the Mayan merchant Tikalo now? What is the situation?"
Kuruca thought for a moment and bowed to report.
"According to reports from people around Tikalo, he is now under the direct command of the royal family's intelligence officer, serving as a communication channel between the southern Weitamo State and the Alliance. The Alliance has sent two waves of envoys, and the chiefs of the Weitamo State have been
Conditions prevailed, and preparations were made to remain neutral in the war. Trade in copper mines continued, but management was now in the hands of the royal family."
Xiulote pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. As the most important strategic material, copper mines must be directly managed by the central government. Now it seems that the royal family is bound to acquire the copper mines in Weitamo.
While a few people were talking, the spear regiment had already disembarked from the ship, followed by tribal hunters dressed in single clothes and holding long bows.
Shulot looked towards the river bank. These mountain hunters walked steadily and didn't mind the food and rain along the way. Since they were often engaged in fishing and hunting, most of them were no strangers to boating. At this time, they were organized into tribes.
They gathered under the call of the leader. Although they were a little loose, they were busy but not chaotic.
"Black Wolf" Toltec strode toward His Highness's flag with his head held high. He walked a few steps and then knelt down on one knee.
"Your Highness, Toltec salutes you! May your conquest go smoothly and your military fortunes last forever!"
Shulot laughed, pulled Toltec up from the ground, and asked with a smile.
"My Black Wolf, how is the situation with the army? Is the journey going well?"
"Your Majesty, it's been a smooth journey, and the heavy rain has made me happy! We can go to war at any time and get the enemy's heart for you!"
Toltec spoke confidently and glanced at Kuruka confidently.
Shulot saw everything. He smiled, patted his beloved general on the shoulder, and whispered instructions.
"Very good! Toltec, bring your books to my tent tonight."
Toltec was instantly petrified and speechless for a moment. Kuruca glanced at him quickly and smiled.
Xiulote looked at the river again. The militiamen had already come ashore, followed by boatloads of food. Now that all parties have gathered together, he already has a full 30,000 Mexican troops in his hands! 20,000 people came from all over the place.
Mexica warriors, and 10,000 elite militiamen. Finally, an Otomi Legion with half its combat strength was added.
Nearly 40,000 people gathered here, consuming tens of thousands of kilograms of food every day, piling up like mountains. Even if the fleet brought a new batch of food, it would only last for two or three months. It became increasingly difficult to maintain the food channel.
, he can no longer wait. These legions are also the largest force he can gather. The Holy City family has already emptied their wealth, and they have all smashed it here.
The reinforcements promised by the northern general have not yet arrived. Following the report from the envoy not long ago, Ocelot defeated the Chichimec descendants on the northern border and wiped out more than ten tribes migrating south. He built fortifications on the northern border.
The pyramid-shaped Jingguan shocked all the tribes along the way and transported a large number of prisoners 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, toward the broad Leman River, and then toward the distant south.
In the next few days, the returning Mexican Navy quickly entered the battle and fought continuously with the Tarasco Navy at the river mouth fortress.
The Tarasco Navy was dispatched repeatedly in small groups to harass Mexica's food transport ships. The Alliance's navy was also dispersed in small groups to patrol and escort. On the long Leman River, more than a dozen can often be seen.
Small boats, flying different flags, fought with each other, fighting on the water. Spears stabbed, war sticks smashed, bows and arrows shot, and daggers pierced. Every day, dozens of people were killed and injured on both sides, and there were dots of red.
Blooming everywhere in the river.
Facing the enemy's harassment, Shulot had a headache. He was reluctant to waste his elite warriors in such a fight, so he ordered two elite militiamen with longbows and spears to board the ship. Under the leadership of the warriors, they fought against the enemy.
Also makes longbow militia proficient in water shooting.
The tribal hunters demonstrated accurate close-range archery on the water. With the advantage of bows and arrows, the alliance gradually won more battles than lost. The Tarascans learned in the battle and gradually became familiar with the Mexican bow and arrow tactics.
Begin to equip a large number of vine shields in the navy.
As the sky gradually cleared, new gunpowder weapons were taken out of the warehouse and distributed to the longbow warriors and militiamen. In secret mountain camps, they were familiar with shooting gunpowder arrows, waiting for the coming of the war.
On sunny days, Shulot gathered the navy several times and invited battle to the river mouth fortress in the south. However, the enemy fleet was like a scattered wolf pack, constantly harassing the back roads, but there was no direct battle.
Faced with this situation, Shulot unfolded the map and clicked on the west several times with his finger. Three thousand Ottopan warriors were transported by a navy and thrown into the lower reaches of the west. Giowa contacted the people on both sides of the river.
The Otomi tribe dispersed into more than a dozen small groups, plundering all the way west from Sacap State, gradually approaching the edge of the Chapala Lake area.
This fleet and the Otopan warriors were 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 river less than a hundred miles northwest of the river mouth fortress.
Lake Eureria.
Hulot personally led the fleet to check. This place is downstream of the river mouth fortress. It only takes a day or two to go down the river, and it takes three or four days to go back upstream. The north bank of the river and lake is located between Guamare and Oto Pampang.
In this rare flat forest land, there are several Otomi villages where troops can be stationed and rested. On the south bank of the river and lake is Sakapu State, which is being plundered. The river here is wide, the water flow is flat, and there is enough space for movement, which is suitable for war.
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Looking at the deep reeds on the north bank of the river and lake, the young commander finally nodded with satisfaction. The main force of the fleet moved quietly, transporting large numbers of troops and supplies here several times. The warriors immediately went ashore and settled in the Otomi village.
The surrounding passages were blocked and pedestrian traffic was strictly prohibited. The main force of the fleet was quietly lurking here.
The Otomi village on the north coast was silent, but the Tarasco territory on the south coast was in raging war. Under the leadership of the local Otomi people, the Otopan warriors accurately killed the manors of nobles everywhere. The local nobles, big and small, tried their best to resist.
However, all the local warriors were recruited by the kingdom, and most of the militia were also mobilized. The nobles had to gather the peasants in a hurry, but they were killed by the Otomi warriors who quickly attacked.
In just a few days, black smoke rose in the western sky. They were burning villages, burned farmland, and noble manors reduced to ashes. Outside the manor, the Otomi people hung quilts like a demonstration.
The mercilessly executed nobleman of Tarasco.
The defeated local nobles fled south, bringing the news of the Otomi invasion to the hinterland of the kingdom. Messengers were quickly delivered, and a continuous stream of warnings was transmitted to the river mouth fortress until it reached the ears of Ospai, the marshal of the north and commander of the navy.
The "crocodile" noble's eyes widened, quite shocked.
"The Otomi joined the war and joined forces with the Mexica fleet. They relied on the Otomi tribes on both sides of the river to plunder nobles of all sizes!"
Upon hearing the news, Osipai hesitated and smelled a sense of conspiracy.
According to the scouts' reports, new Mexican reinforcements had apparently arrived on the north shore, numbering around ten thousand people. Thinking of this, the experienced commander hesitated for a long time, but still chose to stand still and prepare to remain on the defensive.
However, after hearing the warning, the five thousand Chapala warriors in the fortress at the mouth of the river clamored to go to war. While they were worried that the Otomi would plunder their hometown further downstream, they also despised the Otomi's fighting power and wanted to go west to rescue them.
Faced with the request made by the Chapala Legion, the Russian faction firmly shook its head and refused.
"Dear Feather Pengguari, I cannot agree to your request to send troops."
Peng Guari, the commander of Chapala, is nearly forty years old. He looks majestic, elegant, and wears gorgeous feather clothes. The meaning of his name is the "feather" that symbolizes the gods, and he obviously has an extremely noble birth. Hearing the words of the Northern Marshal
, he also shook his head.
"Dear Marshal 'Crocodile', the Chapala Army has come hundreds of miles to come to our aid, and its loyalty to the kingdom can be seen from day to day. We are here to fight bravely, not to sit idle in the fortress! Now, the Western Sahara
The nobles of Cap State came to cry one after another. They were related to the generals of the legion. The warriors were worried about the safety of their hometown in the Lake District and were angry at the enemy's atrocities of massacring the nobles. They could no longer wait any longer!"
Osipai remained silent. He felt heavy pressure, and defense was never his style. After thinking for a moment, reason prevailed, and the "Crocodile" commander still shook his head.
"Peng Guali, the enemy's information is not yet clear, and the king asks to hold on. I am the marshal of the north and have overall responsibility. It is not appropriate to go to war 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 Corps is independent. We represent the autonomous lake area. You have overall responsibilities, and we have local responsibilities.
.The purpose of the legion's support is to defend the kingdom and protect our hometown. If even the weak Otomi people can be burned and killed in the south, defending the kingdom is just an empty talk!"
Having said this, Peng Guali paused for a moment and said seriously.
"If you insist on not sending troops, our five thousand Chapala warriors will go out to fight on our own and go overland to support! I will leave ten thousand militiamen at the river mouth fortress. There are still six thousand warriors and twenty thousand militiamen in Akambalo State.
, enough to defend the defense line!"
Hearing Peng Guali's words, Ospai felt a headache.
The big nobles in these places have private soldiers and have high status. They are all rebellious and value the property of their hometowns more than anything else. The last time the big nobles of Acambaro went out privately to disperse the Mexica raiding team.
They were attacked by the enemy and lost nearly a thousand warriors and more than 3,000 militiamen. This attack by the Otomi people was obviously a repetition of the same strategy.
As the commander of the Chapala Army, Peng Guari has five thousand warriors and nearly ten thousand militiamen, which is not much different from the strength of the Northern Army. In terms of status, "Feather" is a long-established honorary noble, and he cannot use his rank.
To suppress them severely. But now that the Northern Front is still counting on the next batch of Chapala reinforcements, it is even more difficult for him to restrain him.
As the marshal of the north, he could not force the troops to follow orders and prohibitions. If the Chapala Army were to be supported by land and march slowly, they would not be able to capture the enemy force transported by the navy. The most likely result would be to be captured by the Mexica.
The main force of warriors ambushed them and suffered heavy losses.
At this moment, the Ottomi army harassing the lower reaches had seriously affected the morale of the fortress troops, and would undoubtedly affect the arrival of the next batch of reinforcements. He had no choice but to modify his original defense plan and attack this enemy first.
solve.
Osipi thought for a long time, finally looked into Peng Guali's eyes and spoke sternly.
"Feather of Chapala, if you send troops alone, once you encounter the main force of the Mexica, you will definitely be destroyed! The fierce Mexica warriors are completely different from the Otomi people. You wait for a few days first, let
I’ll go check out the military situation on the north coast, and then we’ll discuss sending troops together!”
This chapter has been completed!