The sun was setting slightly in the west, dyeing the yellow leaves in the mountains red. Chief Mespa wore the cotton armor of an ordinary soldier and climbed the nearest hill in two steps. While listening to the feedback from the family warriors, he looked at the battle ahead.
Two or three miles away, the red dog's flag was waving north, and the red-haired figure fled in panic. Mesper finally laughed with satisfaction.
"Haha! Chasing hard and slowly, I finally caught the wild dog by the tail! Send the order, all the warriors in the front team rush for me! The warriors in the rear team speed up and ignore the broken troops along the way. Who can catch the barbarian?
Chief, I will reward him with two hundred acres of fertile land from the fiefdom in the valley!"
"As you command, leader!"
The family warrior bowed his head and obeyed the order. Then, he hesitated for a while and warned softly.
"Chief, the Otopan Army is more than ten miles away, clearing out the remaining enemies. The Mexica Army is further behind, collecting prisoners. The only people pursuing here are the two thousand warriors of our Parmus Army, and there are hundreds more who have surrendered.
Barbarian...should we slow down for a while and wait for the rear troops to join us before attacking?"
"What are you waiting for! The morale of the legion is strong, and the barbarians have been defeated. The Palms Valley is just twenty miles away to the north. The hometown of the warriors and the fiefdoms of the nobles are all in front of you! Now is the time to pursue them. Where can we go?
Let the enemy regroup!"
Mespa's expression changed and he shouted angrily. Then, he looked around and lowered his voice in front of his confidants.
"What's more, since the Northern Expedition, the legion has not made any achievements. Once the dog descendants are expelled, each country will reward them based on their merits. If there is not enough military merits... how can we, the nobles of Parmus, protect the fiefdoms in our countries?
Don’t let outsiders interfere!”
"Chief...obey your orders."
Hearing this, Clan Wu nodded helplessly. He bowed to the ground and left with the order.
Half a mile away, Amosi lay silently in the forest. He looked at the warriors saluting on the hill and let out a long breath.
"After looking for this for a long time, I finally found you!"
Amosi held the bow and arrow tightly and squinted one eye to watch. He stretched out a hand to gesture and quickly frowned.
"At this distance, if you shoot an arrow..."
Amosi pursed his lips and turned to look beside him.
"Alan, that short and stocky warrior is probably the leader of the other party... Yes, he is the one who was saluted just now. He is walking this way now... When he reaches the mountain road directly below, you are sure to shoot him
?"
"Dad, no problem."
Alan was wearing a tight-fitting short coat, with ties tied around any obstructions. She narrowed one eye, gestured with her fingers twice, and nodded affirmatively.
"Where to cum?"
"Uh, where to shoot?"
Amosi was stunned. Is this also a choice? It seems that Alan's shooting skills far exceed his own.
"Shoot...grab the biggest spot."
He thought for a moment and added.
"Alan, I will lead the soldiers to rush out and attract the attention of the guarding warriors! Don't be anxious, wait for the best time!"
"good!"
The mountain forest was silent again, with only the sound of muffled breathing remaining. Mespa walked proudly and walked to the narrow mountain road, and his expression suddenly changed.
"kill!"
Amosi roared angrily and rushed out of the forest with dozens of elites. Mespa took two steps back and waved his hand suddenly. Dozens of family warriors beside him rushed forward to fight with the attacking enemy.
Fight.
"Whoosh!"
In this short gap, a bone arrow suddenly shot out! Between the lightning and flint, the bone arrow passed through a distance of sixty steps, bringing out the roar of death!
"ah!..."
"Alan!"
The evening wind whistled, and the night songs were mournful. The red clouds soaked the sky, and the blood moistened the soil. Soon, the deep night swallowed up all the red. The darkness extended all the way south, and finally stopped in front of the big tent in the mountains.
"Your Highness!"
Bertard opened the tent door, strode in, and bowed his head quietly to salute. Then, he glanced at his old acquaintance in the corner. He was dusty and had obviously just arrived.
"Um?"
The chatter in the tent stopped. Shulot raised his head, looked at the warrior commander who entered the tent directly, and smiled slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Your Highness, the pursuing Parmus Legion was ambushed."
After saying this, Bertard paused, his expression a little complicated.
"Chief Mespa was ambushed by red-haired hunters and killed him on the spot. The Parmus Army then collapsed. The Otopan Army rushed out to rescue. So far, only half of the two thousand Parmus warriors have escaped!"
"It was another escape and ambush. Oquilly died in an ambush, Giowa was in an ambush and fought fiercely, Chino was captured in an ambush, and Mespa died in an ambush... It's a tried and true tactic."
Hearing the warrior commander's reply, Shulot shook his head, but there was no change in his expression.
Although the strategy of escaping and setting up an ambush is simple, it has been tried and tested when used against enemies who are not disciplined enough. It is not easy to implement this strategy. It requires sufficient mobility and flexibility of the troops, and is a classic tactic used by grassland nomads and old rogue camps.
More than a hundred years later, the peasant army in the late Ming Dynasty would use the same tactics to defeat the official army who were good at battles countless times.
The king pondered for a moment, with a faint smile on his face. He looked at the warrior captain and asked calmly.
"Pams City was originally the fiefdom of Mespa, right?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Bertard nodded in understanding. He glanced at the corner again and spoke quietly.
"When the Guakili people went south, the Red Dog tribe advanced rapidly. Chief Mespa abandoned his family and fled south with only his eldest son and a few close followers. Now, Mespa's eldest son died in the battle in the Red Fox Valley, and Mespa
Unfortunately, Chief Pa also died here...Pamus City is already a terra incognita."
Xiulote nodded and continued to ask.
"How many nobles are left in Palm State?"
"Your Highness, the nobles of Parmus who led the army were attacked and killed by the red-haired hunters, and there were not many left. When the dog descendants went south, they killed a lot of people... The entire Parmus Valley is almost an unclaimed land."
"Um."
Shulot lowered his eyes and nodded slightly. Then, he asked seemingly unintentionally.
"How is the rest of the Ottopan Army in Giovanni?"
"Your Highness, the Ottopan Army has finished resting. After several battles, the Mountain City Army has suffered heavy losses, but its morale is still strong... It is now completely under the control of the prince."
Bertard smiled quietly, with deep meaning.
"very good!"
Shulot smiled and calmly ordered.
"In this case, move the Parmus Army to the back! Then let the Guamare Army go up and pursue them day and night to put pressure on the canine descendants. The main force of the Guards Army will continue to fight steadily and support from behind."
The king's few words decided the fate of many people. Then he looked at the kneeling figure in the corner and smiled gently.
"Well, it seems that what I just told you needs to be changed slightly. Now, the Palms Valley can be directly included in the direct control of the kingdom. After the Palms Valley is recovered, you will be the Lord of the City of Palms. I will still
Form a Northern Army, and you will serve as its commander. To establish rule in the Northern Territory, you will not be able to do it without sufficient force..."
"Yes! Your Highness, I will obey your will."
The figure fell down on the ground and kowtowed nine times in awe in accordance with the etiquette of meeting the king. Then, he lay still on the ground submissively and recited a psalm of praise in a low voice.
"Your holy highness, you are a martial eagle, bathed in the magical red sun, giving light to the north!... This is a wasteland without green trees and vitality, which has been vicissitudes of ignorance for thousands of years.
.But because of your arrival, it bloomed with brilliant flowers and gave birth to lush vitality!...Your Highness, you are the red light of the North! I will follow the guidance of the light and crawl at your feet forever!"
"Haha, the poem is good, get up!"
Shulot laughed loudly. He stretched out his hand, shook the other person's hair vigorously, and then helped the person up with his own hands.
"The more setbacks a poet encounters, the more beautiful the poems he writes. Paramo, it seems that you have gone through a lot of hardships in the past few years!"
Hearing this, Páramo slowly raised his head, revealing a weather-beaten face and a pair of extraordinarily deep eyes. A bitter smile appeared on his face as he listened to His Highness's words.
"Your Highness, I have stayed in the wilderness for more than three years. I have eaten countless sandstorms, seen countless mountains, and encountered white disasters. I think about it day and night, and I am waiting for your call in my dreams!
When your messenger sent the edict, I rushed to the altar as soon as possible, prayed to the supreme Lord God, and praised your gift!"
"oh?"
Shulot smiled slightly and was noncommittal.
"How did I hear that when the envoy arrived, he didn't find you at first, but you were in the tent of a Guamar lady?"
"Ah, this! Your Highness, I am following your will and spreading the faith of the Lord God! The glory of the Lord God has taken root in various tribes in Guamar. Many female leaders who control the tribes have become devout believers of the Lord God!..."
Hearing this, Balamo's face trembled, and then he showed compassion and answered sincerely.
"I am willing to sacrifice everything for the light of the Lord God! Even if I experience physical suffering, I will still light the holy fire of light in my wild heart!..."
"alright."
Shulot put away his smile and waved his hand. Paramo immediately shut up and bowed to listen. The king looked at the warrior captain with a solemn expression.
"How many Guakili people ambushed the Parmus Legion? How many tribes did they have?"
"According to the scout report from the Red Frog tribe, the enemy has three thousand to five thousand warriors, of which nearly one thousand are red-haired. The main tribal flags are the red dog, the red monkey and the red crow."
"The main force of the Red Dogs was defeated and not dispersed. Now they can still organize a counterattack. Chichika is considered a hero."
Shulot praised it. Then, he was a little confused.
"Red Crow Tribe? I remember, this is a small tribe that escaped from the Red Fox Valley?"
"Yes, Your Highness. The Red Crow Tribe fled to the east and became a vassal of the Red Dog Tribe. They have a small number of warriors, but their shooting skills are excellent. The ones who ambushed Chief Mespa were the hunters of the Red Crow!
"
"Um."
Xiuluo nodded. He had always remembered the prophecy of the old priest Red Crow, and had left an impression on this small tribe. The king thought for a while and then spoke again.
"The Red Monkey Tribe...is this the tribe that captured General Chipa before and secretly sent him to the main camp?"
"Yes, Your Highness. Ozoma, the chief of the Red Monkey Tribe, seems to know the Alliance very well. He is not a stubborn frog in the well, but more like a flexible water snake in the lake."
Bertard replied in a low voice.
"Hmm. The adaptable water snake... has Chippa's injury been healed?"
The king nodded understandingly and asked calmly.
"He has been in the back camp and has recovered from his injuries."
"Okay, invite him over."
Shulot made a decision. Then, he turned around, looked at Paramo, and smiled calmly.
"Paramo, my poet general. Before your light comes, there is still a small test."
Hearing this, Paramo's heart tightened. He quickly knelt down and expressed his stance respectfully.
"Your Highness, I am willing to die for you!"
"Come a little closer."
Shulot waved, and the poet general came on his knees. Seeing this scene, the king raised his brows and whispered his will.
The night is like a heavy sky net, covering everything. The bonfire in the big tent gradually dims, and the figures shuttle and leave. When everything returns to calm, the king stands in the shadow of the bonfire, looking up at the stars in the sky.
The Libra constellation in autumn outlines a shining rhombus, shining on the path of the sun, symbolizing a certain measure of the human heart.
Xiulote watched alone for a long time, recalling some of the arrangements made since the Northern Expedition. His heart was ups and downs, but he was talking calmly to himself.
"The purpose of the Northern Expedition is to rule the northern land, not to expel the dog descendants... The feudal state cannot project too much power in the north for a long time. Those Otomi nobles who hinder the rule must die in the war; those who are beneficial to rule
The Guakili tribe will remain after the war. War is a continuation of politics, serving for the sake of rule... The so-called life and death are nothing but that!"
