The wind in January comes from the north, with the sadness of frost. She sobbed and flew low, with the unique refreshingness of the plateau, and on the lake of Patzcuaro, she gently raised the dirge of the wind.
Amidst the crying wind, Mexica scout Necali hunched over and hid in the reeds by the lake, carefully looking at the enemy capital by the lake. As a direct samurai of the royal family, he has excellent eyesight, is good at small team fighting, moves as quickly as a leopard, and is proficient in simple digital measurements... He is almost a perfect candidate for a scout! If there is any single flaw, it is that its water properties are very average.
Thinking of this, Necali spat bitterly towards the lake. During the last water battle in Lake Yurilia, he was first forced into the water by several militiamen, and then was kicked hard in the waist and abdomen. He choked on a lot of water and almost drowned in the lake in a very dishonorable manner. Now, whenever he sees the deep lake, he feels a little trembling in his heart.
"Hey, damn Tarasco Kingdom, 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!"
Necali was born directly under the royal family and has been following His Highness for less than a year. But at this moment, like thousands of royal warriors, his heart was filled with 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, like the incarnation of the gods, and has 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 upstarts 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 shone in her eyes. After a moment, he shook his head vigorously and looked towards the capital city by the lake with a determined killing 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 be able 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 reasoning behind it, and he didn't know the history buried in the wind. He just sniffed his nose, and there was a faint scent of food in the air, which made him feel a little hungry. Well, with extra meals at noon, it seems that the Tarascans are 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?"
Nekali 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 Blackfish! 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 record 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 felled trees, patrolling enemy ships, scattered floating corpses, skinny old and young people, and desolate and lifeless villages... After a while, he shook his head and picked up again. Two fingers.
"Well, there are soldiers inside the city and ghosts outside the city!"
After cracking his fingers again, Neka stood up quickly. Finally, he took a firm look at Weziti at the top of the city, then turned north and returned to Huayamo's siege camp.
Traveling alone is always fast and hasty. Nekali lurked day and night, making no noise along the way. He only killed a few wild dogs with red eyes. After these wild dogs have tasted human flesh, they will actively attack lone pedestrians, leaving bones full of tooth marks on the countryside. Unlike the weak refugees, the elite warriors easily cut them into several sections with just a few precise blows, adding new fertilizer to this desolate and fertile land.
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 are patrol teams spread out for ten miles, and the Huayamo Fortress is semi-surrounded.
Necali rubbed his eyes, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then burst into low cheers. The Huayamo Fortress is already covered with Mexica flags, with images of hummingbirds and suns fluttering in the wind. The fortress has 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 went straight into the commander's tent. Inside the tent, His Majesty His Majesty was holding a novel quill pen, writing words and symbols like a book from heaven.
Necali didn't dare to interrupt and waited for a moment. It wasn't until His Highness finished his work and asked, that he replied in a deep voice.
The breeze blew by, taking away the drifting sounds. After listening patiently to the military information, 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 was happy. He knelt down respectfully and took this rare opportunity to praise loudly from the bottom of his heart.
"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 will follow you on the earth until the end of heaven and earth!"
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 ready!"
Thinking of this, Shulot stood up and came to the curtained window, staring at the fortress in the distance. The traces of smoke and fire are still clear up and down the fortress, and the bodies of the defenders have not yet been cleaned up. Dark red 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 battle, and most of the five thousand Tecos militiamen surrendered. This fortress is entirely made of stone, built of granite and blue bricks, and has a very solid structure. 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 forces 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 legions after the victory. He was worried that Tarasco's army would gather in Huayamo and give him another siege for several months, resulting in heavy casualties.
Fortunately, the remaining northern troops in Sitacuaro did not retreat wisely 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 Huayamo Fortress and cut off the northern passage, there were only 500 warriors and 5,000 rebellious tribesmen in the fortress. There is an obvious gap between these warriors and militiamen. They lack a strong commander and cannot trust each other.
Subsequently, the Mexica army besieged the city for two weeks and built wooden siege ladders. The Tekos tribal militia actually bravely came out of the city, howling wildly, and launched a risky raid. The start of the raid was effective, defeating the Otomi militiamen who were making wooden ladders in one fell swoop, killing three to four hundred people. However, as the longbow warriors gathered together to fire a volley, and the war club warriors approached from both sides, the Tecos militia could no longer reach them. They retreated in panic and were shot to death in large numbers at the city gate, leaving nearly a thousand corpses.
The attack was first successful and then defeated, and the morale in the city suddenly dropped. Shulot didn't hesitate. On the second day, he put down two thousand crossbowmen and fired at the city from sixty paces away. The Mexican Legion relied on the range advantage of their bows and crossbows to gradually suppress the city of Huayamo. Then, the remaining two thousand canine descendants were driven up again. They set up wooden ladders and threw caltrops that could explode at any time, blasting the defenders and their own morale into the valley.
The Tekos militiamen came from the western mountains, fought bravely but had ignorant beliefs. They live in areas with frequent volcanoes and are familiar with the smell of burning sulfur, but they have never experienced such a loud new weapon. In their hearts, new weapons are endowed with divinity, coming from the "roar of the god of fire", the "messenger of death", or the "evil under the volcano", all of which are irresistible.
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, the Turks tribes surrendered one after another. By the time the siege was over, Shulot had 3,000 more young captives in his hands, and the casualties were only more than 400 royal warriors and the same number of Chichimek 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 Tao Tribulus explosion, the high-pitched shouts of both sides, and the screams before death. Until the last warrior who defended the army died in the battle, the 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, Shulot had a slight headache. In the battle of the Bayou Fortress, he had five thousand more Tarasco militiamen, and now he had three thousand more Tecos tribesmen. These prisoners had to consume nearly ten thousand kilograms of food every day, and they had to be guarded by warriors. It was 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 said seriously to himself.
"Xulot, the number of prisoners killed is unknown. Human heads are not leeks, they will never grow back after being cut off. You can face all the ruthless killings in the battle, but you shouldn't get lost in the senseless killings after the battle! ..."
Shulot's eyes finally calmed down. He stood silently for a moment, then ordered his guards to summon Ezpan, the general of Tarasco.
The tent door opens and closes, and fresh wind flows 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 expressionlessly and stared at Ezpin calmly.
Ezpin looked calm, put the four fingers of his left hand together and made a fist on his chest to salute. He was wearing the bright uniform of a Mexican noble, with a silver sun amulet around his neck, and there was no trace of the Tarasco figure 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 what you do!”
Hearing these words, Ezpan's heart suddenly surged. He had a vague premonition of something and fell to the ground more respectfully.
Shulot paused, looked down at Ezpan again for a moment, and then said calmly.
"Last month, the Northern Route Army captured the river mouth 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, Ezpan 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! Ezpan, remember your oath. I have high expectations for you, don't let me down. I will hand over to you the five thousand Tarasco soldiers, as well as dozens of warriors who surrendered before. .They have all converted to the great Lord God. Next, Tarasco will send more and more troops.
You need to select suitable manpower from these surrendered troops and form a Tarasco Army loyal to the Alliance! You are the commander of this army! "
Ezpin's heart was racing. He kowtowed again excitedly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was choked when he spoke again.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for dying for you!"
Shulot smiled again and patted the other party's shoulder.
"The equipment of this new legion will temporarily use the equipment captured 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. And when their loyalty reaches a certain level, they will You can serve as a local garrison. As for a brighter future...Ezpan, that depends on you!"
Ezpin bowed again. His head was pressed against the cold ground, but his heart was burning with heat.
"Follow your orders! Your Highness, you are my only sun!"
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