Merciless rain of arrows whistled up and down the city, like a sharp autumn wind blowing across the fighting battlefield. The warriors and militiamen on both sides were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, withering by the tall city wall. The withered leaves fell into the dust and mud and flowed.
The nutrients in the body dyed the bluestone and loess a deep red. As a result, the city walls turned into maple trees, and the fallen leaves became maple leaves.
The poignant battlefield reflected in the eyes of the young commander, as well as his face as calm as a lake. On the left wall, Otopan warriors kept climbing up, and then they were driven away by Tarasco's defenders.
It was still difficult to stabilize the gap. The surrounding militia gradually gathered, rolling logs and boulders, throwing spears, bows and arrows, all at this time without costing money or life.
Soon, with a shrill conch horn, hundreds of Tarasco's warrior reinforcements rushed to the top of the city. They formed a dense and powerful spear formation, stabbing alternately, and the Otopan warriors could no longer gain a foothold. The lean warriors
The warriors desperately held on to their shields and retreated down the city in embarrassment, showing vague signs of collapse.
Shulot's eyes narrowed, and he carefully looked at the supporting Tarasco warriors. They had firm expressions, clutched wooden shields and copper spears, and had crocodile or turkey family crests on their leather armor. They were very skilled in combat and were also good at longbows.
Be extremely vigilant.
"This should be the enemy's most elite reserve force! After days of exhaustion, the remaining fortress defenders are no more than 10,000 people. If the entire army rushes forward at this time and fights for the casualties of 3,000 more warriors, we should be able to capture the fortress in one fell swoop!"
Shulot hesitated in his heart. He looked around and saw the loyal Holy City warriors, the fanatical Temple Guards, and the strict spear corps. These are the pillars of his direct lineage and the core strength of the Holy City. The young commander then made up his mind.
, waving the flag.
"Blow the trumpet and retreat!"
The fierce war drums suddenly stopped, and the sharp conch sound finally sounded, and the fighting for several moments seemed as long as a century. Hearing the sound of the trumpet, the Ottopan warriors who were struggling to maintain their strength retreated quickly as if they had been granted amnesty. They jumped down from the top of the city and raised their hands.
He raised his shield to cover himself and ran to the rear without hesitation. The seriously injured people who could not move were ruthlessly abandoned, along with the wooden ladder set up at the top of the city.
The Tarascans at the top of the city burst into cheers. Then another hail of arrows struck, nailing the enemy defenders on the outcrop, and the city quickly fell silent again.
It was only then that Giowa emerged from a corner under the city and retreated with his siege guards. As the commander-in-chief of the legion, he led the charge, but did not personally climb the city. He just found a weak spot that was difficult to shoot.
The horn, under the cover of the shield, directs the nearby battle situation.
Shulot waved the flag again. Dozens of small trebuchets were transported to the front line, and a round of burning paper fireballs were projected from a safe distance of ninety steps. The paper fireballs traced an imprecise trajectory, and most of them landed inside and outside the city wall.
, burning the buildings in the city. A few fell on the city head, bursting out large balls of flames. The deflagrating flames ignited more than a dozen large shields, and then turned dozens of defenders into screaming torches. The billowing smoke immediately rose.
From then on, the sulfur burning gas continued to spread, covering the top and bottom of the city in toxic smoke.
Seeing the launch of paper fireballs, the defenders of the fortress breathed a sigh of relief. In the choking smoke, it was difficult for everyone to fight. Today's siege is over. The supporting Tarasco warriors once again retreated to the rear, unable to enter.
The building behind the wall was shot at. The warriors supervising the battle crouched down and covered their faces with several layers of cotton. Under their stern orders, the militiamen coughed and cut off the wooden ladders, and then used the sand prepared at the top of the city to extinguish the fire and smoke.
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The retreating conch sound sounded again. Under the cover of thick smoke, the Ottopan warriors at the rear took away the wounded who were not seriously injured. The longbow warriors fired the last wave of arrows, and hundreds of shields fifty steps away from the city
The carts began to retreat slowly. Then came a dozen or so slow-moving nest carts. The civilians pushing the carts suffered heavy casualties. Finally, there were the crossbowmen who climbed down from the high platform one after another.
After the siege legions had gradually evacuated, Hulot looked at the city head again. Many small fire groups had been put out by the sand. The Tarasco militiamen were exhausted and slumped behind the wooden shields and earth platforms at the city head.
The Tarascans are good at building pyramids, and they are also good at building fortifications. There were originally simple parapets on the city wall to resist the less powerful traditional wooden bows. For several months, under the threat of Mexica crossbows, one side
Large wooden shields with a face of nearly two meters were erected on the top of the city to resist bows and arrows. Many of them can still be seen in the shape of doors and windows.
Where there are insufficient wooden shields, earth piers more than one meter high are piled up. These earth piers can defend against crossbows on the one hand, and can be used to extinguish fires on the other. When Mexica's paper fireballs ignite the wooden shields one after another, the tower collapses.
The Lascaux people combined the earth platform with the wooden shield and raised it further. In fact, these simple but practical defense facilities can also defend against matchlock guns and small-caliber artillery.
"In a war that determines life or death, people will give full play to their subjective initiative to build fortifications, transform equipment, and adapt to the war situation. Especially in this era of great wars that last for hundreds of years."
The young commander stared at everything at the top of the city, thoughtfully. He never underestimated the wisdom of his ancestors. People of that era just couldn't see the direction of the future, but it was not that they had no experience in production and war.
In the confrontation between various forces, the advantages brought by advanced weapons can only last for a short time. Warriors will always find a way to gradually adapt to the new weapons from the mythical soul and practical equipment. The real national advantage must be
It is based on the innovation of the system and productivity, and on the basis of strong national strength. This is also where the confrontation with the Europeans lies.
Hulot's thoughts were scattered in the diffuse smoke. His eyes were as unpredictable as a god. When he came back to his senses, Giowa was already covered in blood and was kneeling respectfully in front of His Highness.
"Giowa, the Ottopan Legion fought well! You showed your devotion to the Lord God and proved your loyalty to the Alliance!"
The young commander showed a friendly smile, stepped forward, and lifted up the commander of the "Coyote" regiment. He was very satisfied with the performance of the Otopan Corps, and the "Coyote" had been completely tamed.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I am willing to die for His Highness!" Giowa clenched his fists in his chest and bowed his head in greeting.
Xiuluo nodded and asked.
"What were the casualties of Otopan's legion?"
Giowa's eyes turned red, and his voice was hoarse and trembling.
"There were thousands of casualties, including 600 killed in action."
Shulot was silent for a moment and patted "Coyote" on the shoulder.
There were only three thousand warriors in Otopan's army, and four to five hundred warriors had been killed one after another before. Today, they attacked the city first, and under the supervision and force of the army, another six hundred warriors were killed, leaving less than two thousand. Faced with this kind of injury,
Due to bone-moving injuries, the Ottopan Legion can only be recuperated and will no longer be able to be used in the short term.
"Giowa, Otopan's army is having a hard time attacking the city, so let's go down and recuperate first. I will let the priest of the main god hold a grand funeral for the army!... In today's battle, under the suppression of bows and crossbows, the enemy's casualties
It should be twice ours. The day when the city is broken is not far away, and the alliance will not forget your contribution!"
Then, the young commander lowered his voice and spoke in Giowa's ear.
"I will never forget your loyalty either!"
Hearing His Highness's approval, Giowa sighed in his heart that the Otopan Army had finally proved itself with its sacrifice. He suddenly knelt down on the ground and saluted solemnly again.
This time, Shulot nodded slightly and said nothing. He just stood solemnly and accepted the worship of the commander of the "Coyote" regiment.
The autumn wind in November blew wildly, and fresh maple leaves were picked off from the top of the fortress. The cruel siege battles came to an end, but the expendable feints continued every day. The warriors of the western city-states became a new generation.
Criticize the troops who are pretending to attack.
Mexica's crossbowmen used arrows more frugally. They were getting closer to the city, shooting accurately, and taking away dozens of defenders every day. Under the gradual and continuous loss of blood, the defenders of the river mouth fortress
They became more and more exhausted, and their morale dropped to the lowest point. Holding on became torture, and there was no hope in sight. The flag of Marshal "Crocodile" was still flying at the top of the city, but many different emotions gradually began to appear in the hearts of the defenders at the top of the city.
The heart rises.
In the blink of an eye, another two weeks have passed, and November is already halfway through, and the sunny dry season has arrived. On the Leman River, the Mexica fleet finally appeared again, bringing the last batch of alliance support.
Shulot returned to the port on the north coast and launched a majestic guard of honor to welcome the new reinforcements.
This time the navy's journey was quite long, taking more than a month. Annatri first went to the capital in the lake, carrying a large amount of food and grass, and announcing the news of the victory. Then, she went north along the Tampen River to
At the edge of the city of Xilotepec, she put down part of the food and received the promised reinforcements. Finally, she led the reinforcements southward, turned from the western city-state to the Leman River, and headed westward here.
Annatri held a spear in hand and jumped off the gorgeous boat again. Her face became much thinner, but her eyes were full of energy.
"Your Highness, two thousand western city-state warriors, three thousand Herotepec warriors, four thousand Chichimec descendants, and two months' worth of food for 20,000 people, all arrived on time!"
Xilote was slightly startled, and his face lit up with joy. After waiting for more than half a year, the reinforcements from Xilotepec City finally arrived! Contrary to his expectation, there were two thousand warriors from the western city-states. The young commander thought to himself,
Then it became clear.
"After the news of the victory in the Water War came out, the Northern Route Army was in great shape, and the city-states in various places finally began to add icing on the cake and increase investment!"
Thinking of this, Shulotran laughed out loud. He glanced at the new flag on the big boat and laughed loudly.
"Very well, the Lord God bless you, 'the source of the Leman River', my navy general! Anatri, you have worked hard all the way, please go and rest!"
The female warrior saluted respectfully, and then walked away without any hesitation. She wanted to go to the wooden castle in the north to check the warrior commander's injuries and martial arts skills.
Reinforcements landed one after another. Under the leadership of the great nobles, two thousand western city-state warriors shouted loudly and disembarked first. These city-state warriors were the private armies of the great nobles, and their equipment and morale were maintained at a good level, but their command was not satisfactory.
, and cannot be used in battlefields with huge casualties.
Shulot had already positioned himself for these city-state legions. At this time, with a sincere etiquette smile on his face, he chatted with the leading nobles for a moment, greeted each other's glorious ancestors, and mentioned the friendship between their ancestors who had been friends for generations. Then, the nobles
We went north to the wooden castle first to attend the welcome dinner hosted by the deputy marshal.
Then, the three thousand Herotepec warriors were silent and stepped off the ship in strict formation. Seeing this legion, Xilot was startled. He observed carefully that these once-familiar Otomi warriors, at this time
His actions were concise and orderly, his face was solemn and calm, and he had an awe-inspiring murderous look. He actually had the appearance of a strong army.
Soon, on the beach on the river bank, the squad leader and the priest accompanying the army began to form their team. The main and deputy commander came together to pay tribute to His Highness.
"Poet" Commander Parramo looked at His Highness, whom he had not seen for a long time, with a melancholy smile. He bowed and saluted, sincerely praising him.
"Your radiant Highness, you are like the sunshine at noon, bringing you scorching warmth. Your increasingly majestic demeanor is like a proudly raised condor, immersing my soul with your dark eyes. I will crawl under you.
Under my wings, I praise you for your victory in soaring high!"
Shulot thought for a while and confirmed that the "poet" was sincerely praising him. Then he took a step forward and patted Paramo's shoulder affectionately.
"The new nobleman Paramo, long time no see! You are like the sacred cocoa, spreading your graceful branches and becoming wider and wider, making people happy to see you."
The "poet"'s fat face was sluggish. He spent several months idle in a major northern town, drinking wine and beauties every day, interacting with local nobles, and accepting the service of the Otomi people. Unknowingly, his once handsome and sharp lines became more and more beautiful.
The body is rounder and much wider.
Paramo looked at His Highness' half-smiling expression, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized something. He immediately knelt down respectfully and paid homage to His Highness.
"Your Highness, your loyal commander Paramo has returned to his command and is willing to die for you!"
Hulot watched calmly for a while. Paramo looked solemn and knelt on the ground motionless. After a while, the young commander laughed, shook the "poet's" hair, and then lifted his hands up.
"Very well, Páramo, my 'Desolate Plateau', welcome back! Who is the commander of the Otomi Army in Xilotepec?"
Paramo took a careful look at His Highness's expression and said with a smile.
"The Divine Blessing Legion has Natali as its commander and I as its deputy commander! Natali was the first Otomi warrior to surrender, and he was also the Xilotepec prisoner you exchanged during your first negotiation. He was the first
A warrior who surrenders to the Lord God and is also the most devout warrior leader, he made great achievements in the northern expedition to the Chichimec descendants!"
Hearing this, Xiuluo nodded. He looked at the young legion commander Natalie with a smile.
"The Lord God is supreme and omnipotent! He protects us and pays attention to the sacred Western Expedition. Captain Natalie, with the blessing of the Lord God, the Western Expedition will be victorious! As long as you fight for God, you will gain new achievements.
Honor will also build a glorious family!"
Natalie's expression was solemn, like a hard sculpture. After hearing His Highness's words, a sincere smile appeared on his face. Then, he held the sun amulet in front of his neck with his hand and replied piously.
"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He has saved us, and we will fight for Him and spread His glory! The Divine Blessing Legion will devote itself to the great divine war, dedicating His life to the Lord God until death.
Hugh. His faith will surely spread throughout the world!"
After almost chanting, Natalie knelt down on one knee and solemnly saluted His Highness.
"Holy 'Divine Enlightenment', Chief Priest of Teotihuacan, His Highness Priest Shulot, Natalie, on behalf of the Legion of Divine Blessing, respectfully greets you! We enjoy the light of Divine Blessing, and we will also serve you
war!"
Seeing Natalie's pious and non-hypocritical expression, and listening to the other person's heartfelt praise, the young priest was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately reacted.
"Praise be to the Lord Huitzilopochtli! I pray to Him, the Most High, and praise the souls of the converts, which are loyal under the gaze of the Lord God!"
