The rainy season left on an inconspicuous night. In the early morning of the next day, when the sun broke through the darkness and the sky became clear again, people cheered enthusiastically.
The camp under siege soon became busy, and the warriors were finally able to take out the moldy clothes to dry. Also hanging to dry were piles of slightly moldy tortillas at the door of the warehouse.
On the hills not far away, the majestic warriors were sitting cross-legged among the lush grass. While enjoying the comfortable sunshine, they looked at the wooden boards in their hands with a sad face, and followed Shulot to learn the terrible "words" with difficulty.
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Looking at the number of people on the grass, Hulot sighed slightly. He put down the wooden board in his hand and said to Bertard beside him.
"During this period, the food supply in the camp was not sufficient, and coupled with the rain, many warriors seemed to be sick in bed."
Bertard looked around and nodded in agreement.
"The rainy season is humid and it is easy to breed diseases. In the past few months, in the camp directly under the royal family, there have been two to three hundred warriors who fell ill due to acclimatization. The other two city-state camps will only be worse. Fortunately, I will follow you.
Only two of the samurai were sick to their stomachs, probably from eating moldy tortillas."
Xiulote nodded silently, and then looked worriedly into the distance. There was the camp of the city-state warriors, and his father led the Teotihuacan legion there. He didn't know what the situation was.
"Priest, you really have divine revelation. The ritual of boiling water and drinking it is indeed effective."
Bertard pointed to the fire where the water was boiling, and said to Hulot with admiration.
Hearing this, Shulot smiled helplessly. At first, he told the warriors who followed him to boil the drinking water before drinking it to reduce diseases during the rainy season.
But in this era, without metal tools, woodcutting and making fire were indeed very hard work. The samurai were not willing to spend several hours just to drink some hot water.
In the end, he could only tell his followers under the guise of mythology: "The god of death, Shulotel, has the duty to protect the sun, and will be lenient to those who use flames to pray." Through religious rituals, he reluctantly stopped drinking boiled water.
Habits are carried out among everyone.
"The rainy season is finally over. Next, the transportation and loss of food will improve a lot, and everyone can eat tortillas as much as they want."
After thinking about it, Shulot smiled and encouraged the followers around him who still persisted in studying despite their displeasure.
"Come on, keep studying, you are all the pillars of the alliance!"
However, the arrival of the dry season did not make everything better. Normal grain transportation lasted for less than two weeks, and by late November, news of attacks on grain transport teams came repeatedly.
A few days later, Avitt and Hulott once again sat cross-legged opposite each other in the hut. Bertard sat behind Hulott and listened quietly.
"Two days ago, a 100-man grain transport team was attacked. Of the 100 militiamen, no one escaped and they were all dead."
Avitt looked serious and told the latest news.
"All the clothes were stripped off the bodies of the militiamen. They should be poor Otomi mountain people."
"This is the second time this week. Last time, the heads of the militiamen were beheaded and piled up into a demonstration pyramid. The clothes on their bodies were kept intact. They should be a squad of Otomi warriors."
Bertard added with a calm expression.
"It seems that a large number of Otomi people have sneaked into the forest behind us."
Xiuluo nodded, thoughtfully.
"Do we still have enough food reserves in the camp?"
"Based on normal consumption, the food in the camp can last for three months."
Avitt smiled slightly, without any trace of worry.
"The food situation is not urgent yet. In this green and barren mountain forest, a village without supplies cannot maintain the existence of a large army for a long time. At the moment, a small group of Otomi people can only interfere with the army's food transportation and slow down the transportation.
speed. And with their current strength, they are still unable to cut off our food transportation channels."
Hearing this, Shulot nodded in approval. A large number of warriors were stationed on the grain transport road in the rear. The rear troops of more than 100,000 people still effectively maintained the logistics supply line of 70,000 elites.
"Avit, but this is a very bad omen."
Shulot thought for a while and asked seriously.
"Where did these attackers come from?"
"Most of the hostile warriors and almost all the militiamen should come from Guamare and Pamus. The scouts discovered that the Otomi villages in this area have recently been recruited by chiefs and nobles."
These days, Avitt has taken charge of the intelligence work of the army. However, Totec is still responsible for the real security work of controlling the force.
"A small number of warriors may come from Te Caicos in the more distant west, and from the mountains in the north near the Coahuila wilderness. Although the Otomi city-states there are weak and remote, they can still send out warrior squads of hundreds of people.
, come to support the ancestral mountain city."
Hearing this, Shulot nodded slightly. Tecaikos is more than a month away from Otopan to the west, where the Guamar and Otomi dog descendants live together. And further west from there is the northern Tecaikos.
The territory of the Sk people. At this time, the powerful Kingdom of Tarasco was attacking the loose Tekos tribal alliance there.
Coahuila is the boundary of the wilderness, located hundreds of miles to the north from the mountain city of Otopan. It is full of desolate Gobi and barren plateaus, and there are many Chichimec descendants who hunt, almost
The edge of the Mesoamerican world. Further north from the Coahuila wilderness is the Texas prairie where bison can be caught, where all North American safaris are located.
"The army has besieged the city for more than two months, and the Otomi people in various places finally responded."
Shulot thought for a moment and asked again.
"Commander-in-Chief Totec, do you have any plan to deal with this?"
"It's nearly twenty days' journey from Hilotepec Hotoka City to Otopan Mountain City. The 40,000 alliance militiamen stationed along the way are fine for maintaining logistics and transportation, but their combat effectiveness is not enough for face-to-face combat.
.The commander-in-chief of Totec plans to mobilize two thousand alliance warriors from each city-state at both ends. Then, he will divide these warriors into forty squads of one hundred people to search for the attackers."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hulot thought for a while, looked up at Bertard beside him, and gave instructions.
"Bertard, can you lead a team of twenty people to participate in the battle to search for the Otomi team? We need to understand the specific situation of the Otomi fighting in the mountains. Be careful in the battle and collect more
Some information will be useful in the future."
Bertard did not hesitate and bowed his head calmly.
"Praise the sun! I am happy to fight for you, leave it all to me!"
As a result, the brutal strangulation in the forest soon began. Most of the Mexica warrior teams returned in vain during the search. However, once a small team of warriors encountered the enemy, they would fight endlessly in the forest. In
In the dark forest, the bodies of warriors and militiamen lay under the tall pine trees. At this time, they were no different. The blood moistened the soft soil, allowing the plants to grow more lushly.
In a month of attacks and hunts in the mountains, more than a dozen Jaguar warriors were wounded, more than 400 warriors were killed, and 500 to 600 were injured. The Otomi casualties were only more than twice that, and the number was large.
Some are militiamen.
The losses in such a forest attack were equivalent to a large-scale battle! After counting the number of casualties, King Tisoc was angry and uneasy. The anger of the Mexica warriors was burning, and most of them were angry.
Against the enemy, a small part was left to the king.
A month later, when Hulot saw Bertard again, the strong warrior like a jaguar still had a calm expression. However, there was a bandage mark on his shoulder.
Seeing this, Xurot was a little surprised. In the entire Mexica Alliance, excluding the brave and invincible Totec, Bertard and Orosh, they were almost the two most powerful people he had ever seen.
Warrior. He was a little nervous and worried about his number one warrior.
"Bertard, how are your injuries?"
"God bless me! It's nothing serious. I was just shot by an Otomi hunter's bow. I've already applied the powder."
Bertard shook his head and looked a little solemn when he talked about the fighting in the jungle.
"The situation is not optimistic. The help the mountains and forests have given the Otomi people is really great!"
"Otomi militiamen and hunters will set different traps, such as a dug pit with sharp sticks inserted below, branches set up as supports above, and then covered with shallow soil and turf. Once a person steps on it,
, if the weight exceeds the limit, the branches will break. If the Mexican warriors are not careful, they will fall, injure their legs and feet, or even die on the spot..."
"There is also a kind of fork made of wooden spikes, which is hidden in leaves and grass. One end is connected with a rope to a curved large branch or small tree. Then the Otomi people will lure the warriors to pursue them. Once the warriors touch the ground
Once the rope is pulled, the mechanism is triggered. Then, the branch rebounds with the fork, like a full-force blow from a jaguar! The force of these spikes is so strong that it can penetrate the human body and leather armor."
"In comparison, I would rather meet the warriors of Otomi. These warriors like to fight face to face, but they are not so dangerous."
Bertard smiled calmly and gave his conclusion.
"In the mountains and forests, the militiamen of the Otomi mountain people can be used as half warriors. And a few excellent hunters can take advantage of the complex terrain and be as terrifying as the jaguar warriors."
"The mountains and forests broke up our powerful formation. The heavy obsidian war clubs consumed too much physical strength. In comparison, the Ottomi militia's simple stone spears seemed more flexible. The various mountain traps can ignore the leather armor.
The protection can smooth the gap in martial arts. And the familiarity with the terrain can also allow the Otomi people to retain more physical strength and find a more suitable opportunity..."
Finally, Bertard looked solemn and spoke frankly.
"We can't waste time with the Otomi people in the mountains and forests! In the mountains and forests, samurai sacrifices are too cheap. As long as we go to the plains and engage in large-scale frontal combat, a Mexica warrior group can easily defeat
There are five times more Otomi militiamen, and the casualties are ten times less than in the mountains and forests!"
Hearing this, Shulot was silent. He realized that the powerful Alliance Legion had actually fallen into the most primitive mountain guerrilla warfare.
This kind of mountain guerrilla warfare will weaken the combat effectiveness of elite enemy forces, and at the same time give mountain people who are familiar with the terrain a great combat effectiveness bonus, just like the historically difficult Swiss mountain people and South African Boers. Guerrilla warfare can allow the weaker party to fight against the enemy.
Opponents with disparity in combat effectiveness have a casualty ratio that is not so disparate.
"I agree. The location of the war must change!"
Shulot agreed with the answer. However, the decision-making power of the war was not actually in his hands.
The two of them were seriously analyzing the tactics when they saw Avitt walking towards him in a hurry. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Xilott naturally, and then said with a smile.
"King Tisok has convened a meeting, let's go there quickly!"
