Chapter 190 Investigation, Fall of the City and New Legion
The January wind comes from the north, with the sadness of frost. She soars and flies low, with the unique refreshingness of the plateau, and gently raises the dirge of the wind on the lake of Patzcuaro.
Amid the crying wind, Mexica scout Necali hunched over and hid in the reeds by the lake, carefully looking at the enemy capital city by the lake. As a direct warrior of the royal family, he had excellent eyesight and was good at small team fighting.
, moves as quickly as a leopard, and is proficient in simple numerical measurements... He is almost a perfect candidate for a scout! If there is any only flaw, it is that his water quality is very average.
Thinking of this, Necali looked toward the lake and spat bitterly. During the last battle in Lake Yurilia, he was first forced into the water by several militiamen, and then he was kicked hard in the waist and abdomen, causing him to choke.
There was a lot of water, and he almost drowned in the lake in a very dishonorable manner. Now, whenever he sees the deep lake, he trembles in his heart.
"Hey, damn the Kingdom of Tarasco, there are lakes everywhere! When the great His Highness Shulot conquers this place, sooner or later these lakes will be encircled into Chinampa and entrusted to warriors who are good at fighting!"
Nekali was born directly under the royal family and has followed His Highness for less than a year. But at this moment, like thousands of royal warriors, he is already full of admiration and obedience to His Highness.
"Since the battle in May last year, the army has surrounded the Huayamo Fortress and is approaching the enemy's capital. His Highness is invincible in every battle. He is like the incarnation of a god. He has also invented many strange weapons. He is truly a great commander! ... What's more, His Highness is invincible.
I have always made great use of civilian warriors and promoted many new nobles from civilian backgrounds... If I make great contributions, I might be able to receive a reward from Chinampa and be named a respected military noble!"
A bright smile appeared on Necali's face, and bright desire flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he shook his head vigorously, looking towards the capital city by the lake with a determined murderous intent.
"A few days ago, many flashy nobles came out of the city. It's a pity that we don't have the manpower. Otherwise, if we catch one of them and bring him back, we can also torture him about the military situation... The north gate and the east gate are closed, and the west gate not far from the lake is also closed. Behind the gate is
The dust is rising, maybe it is being sealed with earth and rocks... There are many barbarians on the top of the city, shouting non-stop... Huh? I seem to understand the general meaning, it seems to be 'corn', 'wine', '
woman'?..."
Necali listened for a while and found that the language of these barbarians was actually very similar to Mexica, and even easier to understand than the Tarasco people. He didn't think much about the reason behind it, and he didn't know what was buried in it.
History in the wind. He just sniffed his nose, and there was a faint fragrance of food in the air, which made him feel a little hungry. Well, with extra meals at noon, it seemed that the people of Tarasco were not short of food.
Then, Necali frowned and made signs in front of his eyes with his hands.
"One person is tall, two people are tall... five people are tall, six people are tall... Bah, the Tarascans built the city wall so high, they are like old turtles in the river! People are only so small at the top of the city.
..Hey, this person...this person looks familiar?"
Neckari stared at Weziti at the top of the city with eyes like an eagle, looking at his turban that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and his memory suddenly became clear. Then, the young scout became furious and spat again.
"It's you, cunning black fish! When I catch you, I will kill you in the water! Well, this city actually houses veterans who have participated in water battles. It seems that they will be wary of new weapons.
"
Necali frowned again and counted each item with his fingers.
"Fleeing nobles, garrisoned barbarians, closed city gates, tall city walls, sufficient food, experienced veterans...ah, this capital city doesn't seem to be easy to fight!"
Thinking of this, Necali looked around the lake again. What he saw were cut down trees, patrolling enemy ships, scattered floating corpses, skinny old and young, and desolate and silent villages...
After a while, he shook his head and raised his two fingers again.
"Well, there are soldiers inside the city and ghosts outside the city!"
After cracking his fingers again, Nekali stood up quickly. Finally, he glanced at Vezziti at the top of the city, then turned north and returned to Huayamo's siege camp.
Traveling alone is always fast. Nekali went out at night and day, making no noise along the way. He only killed a few wild dogs with red eyes. These wild dogs would take the initiative to attack lone pedestrians after they tasted human flesh.
Withered bones covered with tooth marks were left on the countryside. Unlike the weak refugees, the elite warriors easily cut them into several sections with just a few precise blows, adding new ones to this desolate and fertile land.
fertilizer.
After traveling for only three days, the mighty Mexica camp appeared in front of Scout Necali. In the camp, the flag of Marshal Black Wolf was flying high, and thousands of warriors were guarding it. Outside the camp,
There is a patrol team spread out for ten miles, and the Huayamo Fortress is half surrounded.
Necali rubbed his eyes, looked carefully for a moment, and then burst into deep cheers. Mexica flags were already scattered all over the Huayamo Fortress, with patterns of hummingbirds and suns fluttering in the wind. The fortress had been captured!
"Praise the Lord God! He gives us victory in the war, and we spread the glory of God for Him!"
Necali lowered his head and prayed devoutly for a moment. Then, he took out the scout's talisman, passed through the patrolling warriors, and entered the commander's tent. Inside the tent, the majestic His Highness was holding a novel quill pen.
Written with words and symbols like a heavenly book.
Necali did not dare to interrupt and waited for a moment. It was not until His Highness finished his work that he asked in a deep voice.
The breeze blew by, taking away the scattered sounds. After patiently listening to the military situation, Shulot asked a few more questions, then smiled slightly and praised aloud.
"You can see the small details and see the whole picture from the small details. Necali, you are very good! It is not easy to travel all the way. Let's go to the logistics camp to get some food and drinks."
Hearing this, Nekali felt happy in his heart. He knelt down respectfully and took advantage of this rare opportunity to praise loudly from the bottom of his heart.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The Husco volcano reaches straight into the sky, and there are condors flying above it! Your Highness, you are the highest condor in the sky. We follow you on the earth until the end of heaven and earth.
The end!”
Shulot was stunned. He looked at Nekali's rough and sincere face, stared at it for a moment, and nodded slowly.
"Very good! Necali, take a good rest, there will be opportunities for you to make meritorious deeds later!"
Necali then stood up, walked backwards and respectfully left. Seeing the big tent closing again, the young commander smiled and said to himself.
"Yes, the morale is strong and the military spirit is available!"
Thinking of this, Shulot stood up, came to the curtained window, and stared at the fortress in the distance. The traces of smoke and fire were still clear up and down the fortress, and the bodies of the defenders had not been cleaned up. The dark red
His blood solidified on the top of the city, damaged wooden ladders were scattered under the city wall, and the brutal battle was vaguely visible.
In fact, the Huayamo Fortress was captured by the army just yesterday. All five hundred Tarasco warriors were killed in the battle, and most of the five thousand Tecos militiamen surrendered. This fortress is entirely made of stone, built of granite and blue bricks.
The structure is very solid. Its area is not large, only half of the Hekou Fortress, but the height of the city wall is seven or eight meters. If the fortress defenders are sufficient, it will actually be difficult to conquer in a short period of time.
Therefore, after Xiulote captured the Hekou Fortress, he gathered his troops and attacked south without stopping, and surrounded the Huayamo Fortress in one fell swoop. He marched in such a hurry that he did not even have time to reward the legion after the victory, because he was worried about the Tarasco army.
They gathered in Huayamo and carried out another siege for several months, resulting in heavy casualties.
Fortunately, the remnants of the northern troops in Akambaro State did not make the wise decision to retreat immediately, and the enemy reinforcements in the Lake Chapala area did not speed up their march decisively. When tens of thousands of Mexica troops rushed to the Huayamo Fortress, they cut off the northern army.
At the time of the passage, there were only 500 warriors and 5,000 unruly tribesmen in the fortress. There was an obvious gap between these warriors and the militia. They lacked a strong commander and could not trust each other.
Subsequently, the Mexica army besieged the city for two weeks and built a wooden siege ladder. The Tecos tribal militia actually bravely came out of the city, howling wildly, and launched a risky raid. The raid started with great success, defeating the wooden ladder maker in one fell swoop.
The Otomi militiamen killed three to four hundred people. However, when the longbow warriors gathered and fired a volley, and the war stick warriors approached from both sides, the Tekos militiamen could no longer reach them. They retreated in panic, forming a mass at the gate of the city.
were shot to death, leaving nearly a thousand corpses.
The attack was first successful and then defeated, and the morale in the city suddenly dropped. Xiulote did not hesitate. On the second day, he sent out two thousand crossbowmen and fired at the top of the city from sixty paces away. The Mexica Legion relied on their bows to
The range advantage of the crossbows gradually suppressed the city of Huayamo. Then, the remaining two thousand canine descendants were driven up again. They set up wooden ladders and threw pottery caltrops that could explode at any time. The morale of the defenders and themselves was reduced.
Blast into the valley.
The Tekos militiamen come from the western mountains. They fight bravely but have ignorant beliefs. They live in areas with frequent volcanoes and are familiar with the smell of burning sulfur, but they have never experienced such loud new weapons. In their hearts, new weapons are given to them.
The divinity comes from the "roar of the god of fire", the "messenger of death", or the "evil under the volcano", which are all irresistible existences.
After the explosion, five thousand royal warriors charged out, boarded the city from all sides at the same time, and killed the Tarasco warriors who resisted. Soon after, all the Tecos tribes surrendered one after another. When the siege was over, Shulot had more in his hands.
There were 3,000 young and strong prisoners, and the casualties were only more than 400 royal warriors and the same number of Chichimec descendants.
The young commander looked at the mottled city head again, and the scenes of war kept flashing in his mind.
He once again saw the warriors fighting fiercely, with corpses falling from the towering city walls and blood flowing everywhere; he heard the roar of the explosion of caltrops, the high-pitched shouts of both sides, and the screams before death. Until the last one
The defending warriors died in the battle, and scores of Tekos people fell to the ground and begged for surrender. They shouted the name of the God of Fire, gave up their last resistance, and gave their lives to the enemy with divine power.
Thinking of the large number of prisoners, Xiulote had a slight headache. In the Battle of the Bayou Fortress, he had 5,000 more Tarasco militiamen, and now 3,000 more Tekos tribesmen. These prisoners consume nearly 10,000 kilograms of food every day.
We have to send warriors to guard the food, which is really troublesome!
The young commander's eyes changed, and there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes from time to time. After a while, he shook his head and spoke seriously to himself.
"Xulot, the number of prisoners killed is unknown. A human head is not a leek. Once cut, it will never grow back. You can face all the ruthless killings in the battle, but you should not get lost in the unnecessary killings after the battle!
..."
Xuelote's eyes finally calmed down. He stood silently for a moment, then ordered the guards to summon Tarasco's general Ezpan.
The tent door opened and closed, and fresh wind rushed in. As soon as Ezpin entered the tent, he knelt down respectfully and saluted.
"Your Highness, your loyal wolfhound Ezpan is here. You are my only master, and I will pounce on your enemies at any time!"
Shulot's eyes were dark for a moment. Then, he nodded slightly with an expressionless face and stared at Ezpin calmly.
Ezpan had a calm look on his face. He put the four fingers of his left hand together and clenched his fist on his chest in salute. He was wearing the bright uniform of a Mexican noble and had a silver sun amulet around his neck. He did not look like a Tarascan at all.
After a while, the young commander slowly spoke.
"Ezpan, the Alliance will definitely conquer the Kingdom of Tarasco. You are the first Tarascan to surrender, and you will have more opportunities than others. You know, I never care about your civilian birth, I only value it.
Your talents, and the results of your work!"
Hearing these words, Ezpin's heart suddenly surged. He had a vague premonition of something, and fell to the ground more respectfully.
Shulot paused, looked down at Ezpin for a moment again, and then said calmly.
"Last month, the Northern Route Army captured the Hekou Fortress and captured 5,000 Tarasco militiamen. This month, the Army occupied a large area of Tarasco territory and brought many villages and towns under its control. Yesterday, we captured the Huayamo Fortress
, the royal capital is right in front of you!...Ezpan, the Tarascans are destined to become part of the alliance, and they should also serve for the alliance!"
Hearing this, Ezpin kowtowed vigorously without hesitation. He suppressed his excitement and shouted in a low voice.
"Your Highness, the Tarascans are willing to be your loyal minions. I am willing to be your protruding canine, the first to bite your enemy, no matter who he is!"
Xiuluo nodded and finally showed a gentle smile.
"Okay! Ezpin, remember your oath. I have high expectations for you, don't let me down. I will hand over to you the five thousand Tarascan soldiers, as well as dozens of warriors who surrendered before.
.They have all converted to the great Lord God. Next, Tarasco will surrender more and more troops.
You need to select suitable manpower from these surrendered troops and form a Tarasco Legion that is loyal to the Alliance! You are the commander of this legion!"
Ezpin's heart was surging. He kowtowed again excitedly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was choked with sobs.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for dying for you!"
Shulot smiled again and patted the other party on the shoulder.
"The equipment of this new legion will temporarily use the seizures obtained from the two fortresses. However, the shape of the suit needs to be modified, and the faith of the main god must be determined!"
"For now, I don't expect the legion you formed to participate in the field battle. Your early goal is to organize the Tarasco troops so that they can be used as civilians for the army. When their loyalty reaches a certain level, they will
They can serve as local garrison troops. In addition, lead them to inspect the estates of nobles everywhere and judge their crimes. As for a brighter future...Ezpan, that depends on you!"
Ezpin bowed his head again. His head was pressed tightly against the cold ground, but his heart was burning with heat.
"Follow your orders! Your Highness, you are my only sun!"
