The October sun rises into the sky, lighting up the dawn in the east and spreading the hope of a new day.
Shulot was panting heavily and sweating profusely. He had just finished an early morning agility session. Although he drank some wine and chatted with his father until late yesterday, he still woke up before dawn and received Bertard's warrior training.
Bertard next to him also nodded happily. The young man's martial arts had taken root and he was considered a master. He has been able to predict the enemy's attack, and at the same time, his body can keep up with his conscious reaction and effectively dodge. Now that the weather is getting colder, it’s time to switch to cold-resistant will training.
After training, the boy silently admired the spectacular red sun. Occasionally, a familiar melody appeared in his mind, bringing with him long-lasting memories.
He is currently unable to do anything about what is happening on the other side of the far east. The tide of the times has begun, and everyone will rise and fall in the tide. Great people go with the flow and create their own path in the waves.
The strength of any nation and civilization comes from the training and sacrifices in its growth process, and from the condensed national characteristics. The ethnic groups in Black Africa have experienced tens of thousands of years of suffering from tropical diseases, and they were able to evolve their bodies amidst the diseases, gain super resistance, and take root in the tropics of the New World.
In the future, these black Africans dispersed in the New World will have to go through more than four hundred years of hardship before they can gradually condense their own black spirit, "Negritude", through the recognition of voodoo culture, and then instill it from the West. Gradually break free from colonialism and racism.
The new American civilization must also experience countless hardships and hardships, countless diseases and sacrifices before it can be forged into shape. Just like the Chinese dynasty on the other side of the ocean, it has condensed a unified national consciousness and a tenacious and hard-working national character, thus truly standing among the nations of the world.
As long as there is population and land, there is hope for the future. As long as there is an uninterrupted inheritance, there will be a day of national cohesion.
Shulot hopes that he can become the leader of Central American civilization and protect the civilization through its most dangerous moments. Let the young ones not die in the bud of new life, not have their heads shaved and kneel in submission, not have their spiritual backbone stripped away by missionaries, and never lose the cultural confidence of the original nation.
This land is his new home. He wants to watch the nation and civilization thrive, grow into upright trees, bloom into brilliant flowers, and condense into prosperous fruits!
The young man yearned slightly, then smiled bitterly in his heart. Gilliam's psychedelic drug yesterday still had side effects, making his thoughts wander all the time and unable to concentrate highly.
Hulott immediately returned to the house, had a simple breakfast of corn tortillas and black bean puree, and discussed the march plan with Bertard for a while. Then he looked at Tianshi, guessing that everyone had already had breakfast. The young man put on his leather armor, a face-covering animal helmet, and a priest's robe, and summoned the generals majestically.
The first one to arrive was Kuruka, who was born a commoner. Wearing a simple war robe, he walked into the room with a slight bow. His agile eyes glanced at the face-covering helmet of Shulot and the standing Bertard, and then he bowed his head respectfully.
"Merciful priest commander, may your military fortune always be with you!"
Shulot nodded slightly and motioned for Kuruka to sit next to him, and the ape warrior carefully sat down cross-legged. It seems that after Avitt's beating, Kuruca has indeed become more submissive. But it is not something that can be done overnight for this flexible civilian commander to truly regain his composure.
The young man was not sure of the upper limit of this civilian commander's talent, but he was sure that he was smart, flexible enough, and good at mathematics, which allowed him to handle complex military and political matters. The boy had high expectations for Kuruca, but he just didn't have enough trust.
Shulot was sure that under normal circumstances, he could command and move this civilian commander. But if you encounter a real disadvantage...well, try to avoid that happening for now. When he returns to the capital, he still has to recruit Kuruka's son into the army in the name of teaching writing.
The next person to arrive was Barda, who was born into a minor noble. This warrior is more straight-tempered. He specially wears a gorgeous battle robe, and with a look of three parts submission and seven parts reluctance, he comes to obey the orders of the former little war priest.
Shulot smiled slightly, stood up personally, took Barda's hand cordially, and arranged to sit next to him. Kuruca lowered his head slightly to hide his expression, while his eyes moved on Barda.
Barda was slightly surprised and finally had a smile on his face. He lowered his head and saluted.
"Priest Commander Shulot, may the God of War protect us!"
"May the God of War be with us!" Shulot responded with a smile.
In the boy's judgment, Barda has a relatively simple mind and is a traditional warrior. He has a samurai's sense of honor and is loyal enough after surrendering. Judging from the situation in the initial formation, he was a brave general and had no problem commanding an army of 3,000 people. As for more abilities, it depends on his future performance.
Then arrived the quartermaster Burgiray, who was born a commoner. The tall and thin quartermaster looked pale, and it seemed that he had not been having a good time under guard these days. He also wore a plain robe, which even had patches on it. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down on one knee and saluted Shulot seriously.
"Dear Priest, thank you for your help. In the name of the patron saint, I am willing to serve you!"
Xiulote returned the greeting seriously and motioned for Bergere to sit down. The quartermaster maintained a rigorous posture and sat upright. The young man valued his seriousness and self-discipline, and specially asked him to be released from prison in the camp, intending to let him manage the military food expenditure.
The young man had asked the warrior commander to prepare a basket of storable food, a bag of daily groceries, several bolts of general-purpose cotton cloth, and two sets of exquisite clothes. After the military meeting is over, give these to Quartermaster Bergere to take back and improve your life.
The last person to arrive was the teacher Orosh, who was born into a noble family. The Jaguar warriors were fully armed and strode in. He bowed his head to Shulot with a serious look on his face and performed a serious courtesy.
"Dear Commander, may the God of War be with us!"
Shulot returned the gift seriously and then waved. Orosh sat cross-legged opposite the young man without hesitation. Orosh had already agreed with him last night that today the boy must maintain the dignity of the commander-in-chief.
In the young man's heart, the 3,200 Teotihuacan warriors led by Orosh are his true core soldiers, able to fight for him until the last moment!
The warrior captain Bertard, the monkey Kuruka, the little noble Barda, the quartermaster Bergire, and the guest general Orosh, these are the first batch of members of his legion. Shulot sighed in his heart, his face calm and serious.
The military meeting was carried out quickly and efficiently. Shulot had already made a plan in his mind and issued instructions one by one at this time. Orosh led three thousand city-state warriors and two hundred Jaguar warriors as the first regiment of his central army, acting together with his command flag as the core force of the legion.
Bertard led the original three thousand direct warriors as the second regiment of the rear army. These three thousand warriors experienced the battle of going south to besiege Tisoke and Totec, and their loyalty was obviously high. They are now just resting as the rear army. Five hundred of them were divided and handed over to Quartermaster Bergere, who was asked to command five thousand militiamen to escort the grain and grass and garrison the camps along the way. Upon hearing the appointment, Bergire's thin face turned slightly red, with unconcealable excitement and joy.
Four thousand direct warriors from the Herotepec camp served as the third regiment of the former army. These warriors have been recuperating their strength for a long time, and they always act as pioneers.
Three thousand of them were given to Kuruka to attack the third mountain camp ahead. Tisok abandoned this place during the decisive battle, and it is now occupied by hundreds of Otomi guerrillas. Barda, on the other hand, led the last thousand men, ready to contact Kasar who was trapped in the first camp.
Once Cassar is contacted and asked to surrender, Cassar's army will be led by Barda. As for Cassar himself... Xiulote thought for a moment and decided that he would definitely not be able to command this senior commander, so he might as well leave it to Avitt.
In addition to the 1200 warriors, Shulot also has 500 followers and 150 longbow warriors. This is the commander's guard, temporarily led by himself. An army of thousands is easy to obtain, but a general is difficult to find. And how difficult it is to find a completely loyal guard captain!
Shulot sighed slightly. He thought of the young warrior, Kusola, who had died for him during the Otomi attack. This is an excellent captain of the personal guard.
Continuing to think back, the young man remembered the simple warrior Teres who accompanied him when he first captured prisoners, so he asked Orosh for it, put him into the group of followers, and observed him for a while. Finally, the young man asked Bertard to carefully select from among his followers and recommend a trustworthy candidate for the captain of the personal guard.
After the military meeting, the commanders dispersed to mobilize their warriors. The young man personally held the hand of Quartermaster Bergire and handed him the prepared clothes and gifts. Bergire was in a daze for a moment before he bowed to accept the gifts. Then he knelt down on his knees earnestly, performed a ritual of allegiance, and turned around excitedly.
Looking at the departing generals, the young man took off his helmet, finally revealing his delicate and resolute face. The young man was thinking about the reactions of the generals. He was learning how to be a qualified commander, and he was growing steadily.
It took half a day to reorganize the army and assemble the troops. When the midday sun shone down and illuminated the road in the mountains and forests, the eleven thousand warriors donned armor and held shields, and set off towards the west one after another, carrying with them surging murderous intent. Five thousand militiamen were struggling to carry twenty thousand people's food for twenty days, and slowly followed the rear. Food will continue to arrive in the future.
Under Avitt's distant gaze, the Shulot Legion gradually disappeared into the dense mountain forest. The king smiled slightly, and the young eagle will eventually spread its wings and fly over the vast plateau!
