The ruthless pursuit lasted for half a day, with the warriors running and killing. Enemy militiamen were overtaken in droves. They were either hit in the vitals and turned into cold corpses; or they had their hands tied and became prisoners under escort. Only a few can escape the open lake plains, enter the rolling western mountains and forests, and follow the rivers back home.
Chapala's feathered army moved like the wind, turning dozens of miles. They boarded the grain boats, abandoned all the food, and headed downstream as hard as they could. The pursuing city-state warriors stopped by the river, looking at the river and sighing. They captured stragglers, collected valuable food and fodder, hid their private seizures, and escorted the captives back.
It wasn't until the sun set from the sky, bright red penetrated the earth, and darkness flooded the battlefield that the day's fighting ended.
After a great victory, there are no more than three important military affairs. The first is to count military achievements and reward generals of each army. The second is to calculate casualties, provide pensions and organize the troops. The third is to deal with prisoners and collect food and supplies. It is said to be three things, but they are often combined.
The army set up camp near the battlefield and lit bonfires at night. Shulot summoned all the generals in the army to celebrate with a drink of wine, and then announced the summary of the battlefield.
"The Holy City Legion should be the first to kill the generals and capture the flag! Come on, Orosh, my teacher. Drink this cup to the full and applaud your bravery!"
The young commander stood in the middle of the tent. Holding a clay pot in his hand, he poured the wine himself and encouraged the meritorious generals.
This is what it should be. As the most loyal lineage, the Holy City Legion directly faced the enemy's toughest central army and also conducted the most heroic assault. They killed and wounded two thousand enemy warriors one after another, and suffered five hundred casualties themselves. Legion commander Orosh took the lead, killing the warrior chief of the Feather family, breaking the enemy commander's flag, and also bravely conquered the three armies.
Olosh laughed, took the tequila wine, and drank it in a big gulp.
"Congratulations to Your Highness! Since the battle has been won, we can go south soon! This western expedition will be invincible, and the Northern Route Army will shock the world!"
Shulot smiled and nodded. He poured another glass of wine and said solemnly.
"The artillery team fired several rounds, suppressed the morale of the Chinese army, and defeated the enemy's two wings. This is considered a secondary achievement! Dozens of artillery craftsmen have all been promoted to warriors!"
After saying that, the young commander waved. In the corner of the big tent, a craftsman representative came forward. His face was full of joy, but his feet were trembling. He first bowed his head and paid homage, then carefully took the wine glass and took a few sips respectfully. Then, the craftsman bowed half-bowed and paid homage to the generals in the tent.
The generals nodded slightly, and most of them took a sip. Only Monkey and Ezpin, who led the militia, finished the drink in one gulp to express their solemnity.
Shulot remained silent and took everything in his eyes.
After this battle, the artillery shocked the battlefield with its unquestionable power, allowing low-status technical craftsmen to truly gain a foothold in the military. In addition to the traditional warriors and militia, the Mexican Legion gave birth to a new class, technical craftsmen who control firearms!
The young commander knew the general trend of firearms development in the future. He planned to set up a special artillery station and military academy, establish the system and regulations by himself, and cultivate this new force. As for the person in charge of the firearms unit, he must have a forward-looking vision and the ability to learn and explore. He is still thinking carefully.
"The Legion of God's Blessing broke into the enemy's right wing with an irresistible edge. The temple guards surrounded the enemy's rear and completely defeated the enemy. Natali, Etalik, you are the third! Come, drink this cup together, and congratulate the Lord God !”
The two generals of the religious corps saluted and came forward to have a drink together. They all praised in unison.
"Praise the Lord God! The Lord God protects and grants victory in this battle! Your Highness is the beloved descendant of the Lord God. He is destined to fly high in the lake like an eagle, and then illuminate the world like the sun!"
Hearing this, all the generals also shouted together.
"Praise the Lord God, Your Highness! The sun shines on the world!"
The heroic shouts resounded through the big tent, accompanied by the excitement of hard work! In the outermost corner of the big tent, the western city-state Izel looked excited and joined the cheers of the generals.
Not far from His Highness, the young Horta looked gloomy, his movements were stiff, and he was at a loss. As the successor head of the Sky Family who led the troops to surrender, His Highness treated him favorably and specially let him sit next to him. At this time, listening to the victory cheers of the Mexica generals and feeling the majestic fighting spirit of the people, Horta was like a young bird in a flock of mighty eagles, fearful, bowed and speechless.
Shulot smiled, satisfied with the high spirits of the generals. The two religious legions attacked for two quarters of an hour and completely defeated the Silver Legion. The casualties of both armies were only over a hundred, and their morale remained high, allowing them to fight again.
Then, the young commander raised his glass again and spoke with a smile, and the generals immediately fell silent.
"The Lance Corps defeated the militia in front of the enemy army and held back the warriors on the wings of the Chapala Corps. They also made outstanding achievements in the war! Kuruca, Ezpan, you personally formed the Lance Corps, and now it is finally of great use. I What a joy! You know, it is not easy to lead an army, and it is even more difficult to train an army. Come! Drink this cup to the full, and all the generals will drink it together, and congratulate the two commanders!"
Kuruca stepped forward respectfully and drank the wine poured out by His Highness slowly, without leaving a drop. Then, he smiled.
"It is only because of His Highness's promotion that I can lead an army alone. His Highness personally participated in the training of the new army and guided it carefully. With this victory, the Lance Corps will have the confidence to fight for His Highness against all enemies! Please allow me to toast Your Highness!"
The corner of Shulot's mouth raised, he patted "Monkey" on the shoulder affectionately, and then drank the toasted wine.
Seeing His Highness's regard for Kuruca, the generals felt jealous and toasted one after another to congratulate this humble-looking legionnaire who was born a commoner. Kuruca responded with a smile on his face, and his sincere compliments made people feel like spring breeze.
Then, Ezpin also stepped forward. He bowed deeply, drank the wine carefully, and then imitated Kuruca's behavior and toasted to His Highness.
"Your Highness, you have given me new life and light, and are the only sun in my heart! Please allow me to toast you and offer you my eternal loyalty. The Tarasco Legion will fight for you, no matter who the enemy is!"
Hearing this, Horta raised his head and glanced at the surrendered general from central Tarasco. The opponent was wearing a Mexica uniform, with a Sun God amulet around his neck, and an Alliance warrior's armband on his arm. Apart from the familiar tone of his accent, there was no trace of Tarasco anywhere on his body.
"I don't know which noble family he belonged to before surrendering? Maybe I can quote him and ask for some information about the alliance."
Orta's eyes flickered, he thought seriously, and observed the situation in the tent more carefully.
Seeing Ezpin's toast, Schlott was slightly startled. Immediately, he laughed loudly, accepted the other party's approach, and drank the wine as well.
In this battle, the eight thousand spear regiment proved the power of the spear array. Facing the loosely formed militiamen with only brave men, they were like chopping melons and vegetables, killing them effortlessly. The front of the spear array is extremely powerful. Even if it faces the enemy's elite warriors, as long as the sides and back are properly protected, it can still have the upper hand.
"The gun array should not go into battle alone, but should be coordinated by friendly forces to cover the weak spots on the left and right. The gun array needs to be combined, separated, and even formed into columns when necessary. This requires more battlefield training! And as long as the gun array is not attacked If they disperse, the casualties of the soldiers will not be serious."
During the war, the Eight Thousand Lancers Corps remained in complete formation. They fought against militiamen and samurai one after another, facing the rain of spears and arrows, but only lost more than 500 people. The distance advantage of dense spears is fully reflected in close combat.
"After this battle, the status of the militia will be improved and they will find a path for the future! As long as they cooperate closely and train for half a year, the militia can still fight against the samurai who have been trained for five years!"
Shulot thought with a smile. He glanced at everyone, thoughtfully.
The performance of the generals can prove the problem. Kuruca is His Highness's first follower and has always been trustworthy, so everyone expressed their goodwill. As for Ezpan, who personally formed a new army of spears, many generals who were born in samurai families lacked interest and even showed obvious rejection. They were not as good as the newly joined Natalie.
Ezpin looked happy when he saw His Highness accepting the toast. He imitated Kuruca and raised his glass to the generals, but only a few responded. He raised his glass awkwardly and stood in the field, not knowing what to say.
Shulot thought for a moment, then stood up, walked to Horta, and lifted him up.
The generals stopped exhorting each other to drink and became quiet again.
"This is the head of the Chapala Sky Family, the eldest son of the warrior I saw during the day! The Chapala warriors have joined the alliance, and the Sky Legion has surrendered to the Northern Army. I am very happy!"
With a smile on his face, Shulot looked at the embarrassed Horta.
"Horta, since you have inherited the name of the sky, you must be like your respected father! You must fight bravely and tenaciously, believe in the Lord God devoutly, obey the virtues of warriors, and be loyal to the great alliance! I obey you My father’s last wish is to lead the army back to his hometown and make the traitorous Feather family pay the price!”
Hearing this, Orta looked excited and touched his heart. He thanked His Highness for the praise he had given his father. He was frightened in his heart, but said it was unfavorable.
"Thank you... Your Highness... for your loyalty... to the sun... for feathers... damn..."
Shulot observed the young master's expression and then smiled slightly. He turned sideways and smiled at Ezpin.
"Come on, Ezpin. You are not far from Horta's hometown. Come forward and offer the wine in your hand to the warrior queen!"
