Shulot led the warriors to trek west for two days, and finally returned to Otopan's siege camp.
At this time, the dark clouds from the east had quietly arrived, covering the clear sky, and the first drizzle fell in several months. This spring rain provided precious rain for the seeds of spring plowing, but it left a lasting impression on the hearts of the warriors.
A damp shadow casts: the rainy season is approaching.
As soon as he returned to the camp, Shulot immediately found Avitt and talked to him about the ambush on the road. Then the two of them went to report the military situation to Totec. The cold-hearted commander-in-chief looked at the captured copper with a serious look on his face.
Spears, bronze arrows, and long wooden bows nodded slowly.
"The Otomi may have been funded by the Tarascans and Tlaxcalans. This is very critical news. Next, the two countries may personally participate in the war. I will report it to the king. It is time to think about it.
It is possible to withdraw our troops."
Totec then patted Xilot on the shoulder: "Bring more warriors with you next time you go out. You are a priest, not a warrior!" After saying that, he turned around and left seriously.
That night, Tisok's angry scoldings sounded in the king's tent.
Seven months have passed since the siege of the city in September last year, and nearly 4,000 of the 50,000 elite warriors were killed. During this period, there was not a glorious battle involving tens of thousands of people, but only continuous guerrilla fighting.
Food poisoning, illness, and a failed siege.
Among the 60,000 militiamen in the camp and rear, there were also 6,000 to 7,000 casualties, most of which were lost during transportation in the mountains and forests and the guerrilla attacks of the Otomi.
During this seven-month war, due to the lack of food, the army did not capture many prisoners, and only more than 2,000 Otopan warriors were killed, of which 1,000 were fish caught under the city of Guamare. As for the large number,
The killing of civilians is actually meaningless to glory.
The huge casualties made the city-states complain, and the minimal results made the warriors demoralized. These greatly reduced the king's popularity, and Tisok's prestige was at the bottom. He urgently needed to win this siege, and used it to win the siege.
The fall of the city of Otopan was to prove the king's correct judgment and to rebuild his prestige by conquering the Otomi people.
Seeing that there are only about five months of food left in Otopan, the dawn of victory is clearly visible. At this time, no matter what, the king will not give up easily. Moreover, the long wooden bows and copper weapons in the hands of the Otomi people are also
It can't really prove anything. The king would rather believe that it was a coincidence and that the Otomi people bought it from a merchant.
The war made the usually rational king a little crazy, and Totec was helpless.
The commander-in-chief could only put on a terrible face and ordered the scouts to be sent farther to monitor the movements of the Tarasco people on the south coast at all times. As for the Tlaxcalans, the eastern Mexica city-states still have tens of thousands of troops, enough to deal with them.
small-scale war.
War never shifts to the will of one party, it is a game between two or more parties. The dominant Mexica army wants a glorious victory, while the weak Otomi nobles do whatever it takes to avoid the fall of the mountain city, and
Their own death. In this confrontation, the lives of civilians are like falling leaves. When the wind picks up, they rustle down and easily fall into the soil.
After returning to the camp, Shulot finally slept peacefully for two days. He was able to store the battles and sacrifices of the previous two days in his heart. That night, the mountain city in the distance suddenly became noisy, with chaotic shouts and vague shouts.
The crowd dispersed like fallen leaves, heading straight towards the Mexica camp.
Shulot woke up immediately. He got up, put on a robe, and looked at Bertard, who had already picked up his weapon. The two immediately put on their armor, hurriedly gathered the following warriors, and then came to the front camp.
garrison.
Standing on the high platform of the front camp, through the bonfire at the edge of the camp, Shulot could see the crowd approaching from a distance, and he felt a trace of doubt in his heart.
A night attack is a highly organized tactical operation, and only the most elite warriors can do it. The Otomi people attacking in front of them appear to be large in number from a distance, but they carry scattered torches and move inconsistently. From time to time, there are
The torches were scattered in other directions, and some even turned back up the mountain. The sound filled the sky, and there were faint cries floating in the wind, and the cries were mixed with the screams of women.
It wasn't until the crowd rushed closer that Shulot realized something, and then a ball of anger surged into his heart.
In addition to the dozens of Otomi civilian warriors in the lead, behind them were all the old, weak, women and children with no clothes on. Some of them were old, some were young, some were hopeful, some were desperate, some were hesitant, and some were crazy. They
With only a wooden stick in his hand, he was driven forward by the noble warriors at the rear.
Shulot saw a rickety old woman with her head lowered and her back bent. Her face could not be seen clearly. She was just staggering forward, leaning on a wooden stick. The crowd behind her was constantly coming, and suddenly someone squeezed her.
She immediately fell to the ground, with wooden sticks scattered beside her. The crowd's feet stepped on her, and her skinny body never got up again.
These weak civilians just held a wooden stick and rushed towards the gap in the camp crazily, rushing desperately towards the forest behind the camp, where they imagined a way to survive. However, the Mexica warriors were already ready. The warriors held on
Using shields and sticks, they drew out a tight and curved line to secure the camp and its surroundings.
As a result, Shulot saw countless "moths" flying into the fire. Dozens of civilian warriors at the front let out desperate howls and charged desperately toward the strict battle formation. They hit the shields and were then beaten by the rear.
The obsidian war club hit him first, and then his leather armor cracked, his bones broke, and his whole body twisted and fell.
Then there were countless Otomi civilians. They weakly used wooden sticks to hit the shields, leather armor, or another civilian blocking the way. Everyone surged toward the rocks in front like waves, and then the waves
Scattered and scattered, the rocks were unscathed, leaving only thin bodies falling weakly to the ground.
The warriors swung their weapons coldly, and the war clubs broke their necks and fractured their spines. The sharp obsidian edges were like sharp blades, cutting off and tearing the unarmored limbs, and the blood spattered and stained the soil in front of the camp.
Shulot saw a young militiaman holding a simple wooden shield in the crowd, trying to protect the women and children behind him. However, the crowd soon came to an end and hit the dense "rock". The "rock" was raised.
The battle stick came down from the side with a powerful swing, bypassing the simple wooden shield, and struck hard on the back.
The young militiaman immediately straightened his body, raised his head and jerked it back, like a broken piece of wood. He looked back one last time, and then fell silently. When Shulot looked back, the child had disappeared under the feet of the crowd.
, the woman screamed crazily, threw herself at her husband's body, and then a war stick fell head-on.
Shulot lowered his eyes, his face expressionless, and did not continue to watch the burning of the "moth". Totec, who was also standing on the high platform, frowned. He had already judged the essence of this "night attack".
Immediately, Totec called out two thousand warriors and asked them to put down their war clubs and replace them with sharp obsidian short spears. Then the two thousand warriors moved forward ferociously, stabbing the incoming Otomi civilians mercilessly. The spears
The tip penetrated the soft chest and abdomen, and the civilians fell down in a neat row like thatch, and then the crowd behind them squeezed in another row, and so on. To deal with these living creatures with neither armor nor attack power, short spears are better than
War sticks have higher killing efficiency and are more labor-saving.
The war stick warriors in front came back to rest, wiping off their leather armor stained with blood and flesh, and replacing the worn war stick sharp blades.
A steady stream of civilians put out the fire, which "burned" for three or four hours. The fresh lives turned into broken arms and limbs all over the ground, and the ground was covered in red. Until the first ray of dawn rose, civilians were seen.
They were almost exhausted, and the noble warriors who were driven from the top of the mountain to the mountainside nodded to each other and retreated to the castle on the mountain.
The war made the Otomi nobles go crazy. They abandoned all "encumbrances" just to last longer.
Soon, the morning sun lit up the red sky, and the morning light filled the bloody earth. The castle on the top of the mountain shone with light, and the camp at the foot of the mountain was filled with murderous intent. The warriors on both sides looked at each other across the mountains. Everything seemed to have remained unchanged, except for the middle
Dazzling bright red.
At dawn, the Mexica warriors poured out of the camp and formed a torrent that surrounded the entire mountain city. The scouts quickly captured many civilians who were struggling to escape in the steep north of the mountain city. They were also driven,
In the dark night, people jumped from the undulating cliffs, turning into corpses and surviving injured all over the ground. However, only a few people could really escape.
The scouts counted the dead and injured all over the mountain and roughly estimated the number at 20,000. Only a small number of them were civilian warriors who volunteered to die and militiamen who protected their families. According to intelligence, there were originally more than 10,000 warriors in Otopan City.
There are 30,000 militiamen, more than 30,000 civilians, about 80,000 people. Now, there are less than 60,000 people left in the city, most of them are soldiers and men.
In other words, the city of Otopan can hold on for "just" two more months. The premise is that such a "night attack" does not happen again.
In the big tent, Shulot lowered his head slightly and had a clearer understanding of the cruelty of the Ottopan nobles.
King Tisoke angrily smashed the obsidian staff in his hand, then roared and ordered the warriors to behead all the prisoners and build them under the city of Otopan. This was the first time that Shulot saw the king lose his temper.
The surrounding generals looked serious and remained silent, exchanging glances and expressions with each other, and occasionally some nodded slightly.
There is no doubt that this "night attack" dealt a heavy blow to the morale of both armies. The nobles of Otomi still firmly control the city of Otopan relying on their warriors, but the king of Mexica is no longer able to effectively control the city-state.
The army was encamped. Voices of withdrawal began to spread secretly.
After walking out of the camp, Shulot looked at the sky in the distance. Continuous clouds were coming from the sky again, the dark curtain slowly approached, and there was another light rain. Then, he looked towards the distance of the camp. Under the command of the warriors,
, the militiamen were cleaning up the corpses on the ground, building the heads into a temple, and then throwing the remaining parts into the huge pit.
Drizzle can wash away the bright red color of the earth, but can it calm the madness of people's hearts?
Shulot smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.
"War makes people crazy, I have to be careful." He said to himself.
This chapter has been completed!