In the golden autumn of October, the smell of harvest comes with the north wind, and the fragrance of fruits permeates the wilderness. The corn in the fields is fully ripe, and tens of thousands of farmers are busy harvesting the fruits of one-year-old cultivation. There were joyful smiles on their faces.
There was plenty of rain before the autumn harvest, and this year's harvest was very good. After paying the tribute, there was still enough grain to fill the barns that were being prepared. After the corn is harvested, they can return home and really get a good night's sleep.
The men in the military camp used bronze sickles, which allowed them to harvest much faster than those in ordinary villages. After finally finishing the autumn harvest, a new order came from the royal capital. The military officers opened the warehouse in the camp and distributed the spears and shields that had been placed for a long time. Soon, they will take their weapons and move to the south of Gyeonggi Province.
The scorching sun was like fire, falling on the military camps in the Lake District, and the faces of those who shined directly became hot. In the center of the camp is the school yard, with a row of huts on one side and an arsenal, barns and kitchens on the other side. Smoke was rising in the kitchen, exuding the aroma of grain. The cooks were preparing tortillas for the march ahead.
At this moment, the old militiaman Chihuaco sat in front of the empty arsenal with a sullen face and crossed his legs. He was wearing a plain old cloth robe, a broken straw hat on his head to protect him from the sun, a strong spear at his feet, and a green cactus fruit in his hand, which he chewed one bite at a time.
"Bah, bah, bah, it's so sour, and you're even gnashing your teeth!"
After taking a few bites, Chihuaco opened his mouth and spat out a bunch of chewy seeds. Then, he cursed angrily, pointing fingers at Sang and Huai.
"Bah! Why are you in such a hurry? Eat it before it's cooked! If you take a bite here and there, why can't you just stay and work on the land? It will make you feel uneasy all day long. Let me see, are you waiting for a bite? The cooked ones will make your teeth sore!"
The camp was empty and no one responded. This morning, Chihuaco distributed self-defense weapons to his militiamen, drove them all away, and gave them a day off. If you have a home nearby, you can go home and have a look. If you have no home or your home is too far away, go back to your house, cover your head, and get a good sleep. The garrison army will be leaving soon, and when the time comes, they won't be able to rest even if they want to.
"Uncle, what are you doing sitting here?"
Wezti was wearing a turban and shorts and had just returned from the creek outside the camp. His body was still dripping with water, so he had obviously taken a good wash. It’s still hot in the Lake District in October, especially when the sun shines brightly at noon.
"What am I doing that you are blind and can't see?"
Chihuaco cursed angrily. After cursing, he stretched out his hand and took out a cactus fruit from his arms. He took a look and found that it was ripe. Then he threw the fruit at Weziti.
"Eat, just picked after camp."
"Thank you, uncle!"
Weziti reached out and took it, and it fell into his arms. Then, he wiped his hands on his clothes and couldn't wait to put the fruit to his mouth.
"Click, click..."
Weizi finished the fruit in two licks, and the purple juice flowed from the corner of his mouth. He sighed contentedly.
"Uncle, this fruit is so sweet!"
Chihuaco looked at Vezti with wide eyes in surprise.
"Mumu, are you finished eating now?"
"Yes! Sweet, juicy, and delicious. Uncle, do you have any more?"
Weziti grinned and looked at the old uncle.
"...Where are the seeds you ate?"
Chihuaco looked at Vezti blankly.
"Seeds? Chew them up and swallow them!"
Vezti looked at Chihuaco stupidly.
"Hurry, hurry, I'll make you hurry!"
Chihuaco stayed for a moment, then suddenly became furious. He picked up the spear from the ground, pointed the spear point behind him, and used the spear shaft to draw Vezti.
"Uncle, uncle, don't hit, don't hit. It hurts, oh, it hurts! If it hurts, Luwei will feel distressed!"
Hearing Reed, Chihuaco finally stopped and his old eyes widened in anger.
"Why did I remember that I promised you the reed!"
"Hey, hey, didn't we come all the way and it's just me and Lu Wei?"
Weziti replied with a smile, then approached Chihuaco again and asked shyly.
"Uncle, we distributed weapons to the militiamen today, and they will go south in two days. What are you going to do?"
"What are you doing?"
Chihuaco glared and sighed again.
"The Lord God bless us, let's go to war."
"War? Who are you going to fight? Your Highness... Didn't His Majesty just come back from fighting in the north? I heard that many canine barbarians were captured."
Wezti scratched his head and looked south.
"Going south...you won't fight the Tekos barbarians, right? Those ravines are not easy to fight!"
"Silly wood, use your brain!"
Chihuaco cursed angrily. He was very angry today.
"Who do you want to fight? How can the army in the field go into the mountains to fight the barbarians? This is not necessarily to fight the aristocratic masters in the south!"
"ah!"
Weziti was startled and looked at his uncle.
"Uncle, aren't the noble lords from the south members of the kingdom? Why do you want to beat them?"
"Why?"
Chihuaco shook his head and sighed.
"The noble lords in the south are from the old kingdom, not the new kingdom. They don't plucking a dime, and the tribute they pay in a year is not as good as our tens of thousands of field troops. So now, your majesty is ruthless and wants to pluck out all their hair." .”
"Ah this!"
Weziti opened his mouth in surprise and looked at the old uncle. But the old uncle squatted in front of the arsenal, taking advantage of the coolness of the room, and slowly gnawed on the cactus fruit.
Chihuaco has been staying in the field camp, looking like an old farmer. But in fact, he has many friends and a wide range of connections, and he understands the situation of the kingdom very well. Huitu Puap was in the Gyeonggi Corps and led two thousand Qin Congcan warriors. He often came to him for a drink. The details of the southward expedition were heard from Puap.
That night, after Puap got drunk, he told him some stupid and forbidden words, and was scolded severely by him before he finally came to his senses.
Chihuaco squatted and gnawed, and Vezti stood and watched. The camp became quiet again. The only sounds in their ears were the sound of firewood steaming tortillas in the kitchen and the grunting of the militiamen in the nearby barracks. Everything is so peaceful, even the sour cactus fruit makes people feel happy.
Until a low horn suddenly sounded from the north of the camp.
"Woo!...Woo!..."
Chihuaco jumped up from the ground with a swish, like an old cat whose tail was stepped on. Wezti took a closer look and saw that at some point, the old man had thrown away the fruit and held the spear tightly in his hand. He was even more agile than the young man.
"Huh? Uncle, it looks like a horn?"
"Shh!"
"Woo!...Woo!..."
The low horn sounded again, shocking people from afar. Chihuaco rushed to the entrance of the camp and quickly climbed up a tree with a rope hanging down, which was more than ten meters high. There was a wooden platform for resting on the top of the tree. This is the most convenient watchtower. The watchtower is as tall as the tree.
The old militiaman stood on a high wooden platform, holding the tree trunk with one hand and putting the other hand on his forehead to block the light. He looked carefully, and soon, a black line appeared at the end of the sky. The black line came toward the south, gradually grew larger, and moved extremely quickly. Then, he finally saw clearly what the black line was!
"Damn it, it's the ferocious northern barbarians!"
Chihuaco's eyes widened instantly, and he was so shocked that he almost fell from the tree. They were groups of barbarians with bows and arrows on their backs, spears in their hands, and red hair! The barbarians looked fierce and were quickly attacking the camp!
"Uncle, what did you see?"
Vezti raised his head and shouted.
Chihuaco didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and shook the alarm bell tied to the tree.
"Ding ding ding!...Ding ding ding!..."
The piercing alarm bell rang instantly in the camp and spread far away. Vezti also reacted. He quickly ran to the center of the school grounds, picked up the gong, and started banging it hard.
"Dang-dang-dang!...Dang-dang-dang!..."
The quiet camp suddenly boiled into chaos, like a pot of porridge. Some of the militiamen woke up from their sleep, some recovered from the game, and then hurriedly found their weapons. Then, the captains of each team shouted and reprimanded, gathered their militiamen, and formed a crude gun formation. The ones who scolded him the most were the old militiamen who returned to the school grounds at some unknown time.
The chaos lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it calmed down slightly. The militiamen reluctantly formed a formation, set up their spears, and defended themselves behind the fence of the camp. When the large group of red-haired barbarians rushed to the front of the camp, they were faced with a thick forest of spears.
"Huh? This military camp reacts quickly!"
The black wolf Toltec waved his hand, and the red-haired hunters obeyed the order and stopped. He wore the cape of the legion commander, carried the legion commander's bronze sword at his waist, and had the legion commander's feathers on his helmet. In short, as soon as the generals of the kingdom see him, they will know that this is one of the only five army commanders.
"Ozoma, how far did the Legion come today?"
"Dear Legion Commander."
Ozoma lowered his head and said respectfully.
"The legion set out early in the morning and marched all the way. By now it's past noon and they have traveled sixty miles!"
Black Wolf Toltec nodded with satisfaction. The legion of eight thousand men was divided into four groups and marched sixty miles in half a day. This speed is indeed astonishing, and only dog-born who are good at running can achieve it.
"Okay! Then let's rest here for half an hour, get some water, and then continue to march to the royal capital! Tonight, I will report back to His Majesty in the royal capital!"
"Captain, you are right!"
Ozoma pondered for a while, then smiled and agreed. Only by proving to His Majesty the Guacchili Legion's ability to attack can it be more easily used in the coming war. Then, Ozoma walked forward quickly, and under the vigilant eyes of the militiamen guarding the camp, he threw the talisman in his hand to the leading old militiaman.
"God bless you! We are the Guakili Legion in the north, and our legion commander is the incomparable Black Wolf General! At His Majesty's call, we are heading from Hekou County to the Royal Capital!... Open the camp gate quickly and prepare food and water ! The soldiers will rest for a while and then continue south! There are three groups of troops behind us!"
Ozoma looked at the more than a thousand militiamen on the opposite side and gave a stern order. This was a fresh feeling he had never had before, a stronger force and greater power.
There are thousands of Guakili Legions, running fast all the way. Only this kind of military camp can provide enough food and water. Although the canine descendants are used to marching hard, they can survive eating cold food and drinking cold water, but when marching in the heart of the kingdom, everyone does not have to worry about safety. After all, hot water is more comfortable.
"Uh, the Guajili Legion in the north? Why are they all barbarians?"
Chihuaco carefully held the letter charm and looked over it for a long time, but could not find any trace of forgery. It wasn't until the ferocious red-haired barbarian in front of him showed impatience that he asked with a smile.
"Dear Sir, why did so many of your elite warriors suddenly go south? Our camp has not received any news..."
"Haha, the messenger can't run as fast as us!"
Ozoma scoffed. Immediately, he looked fierce, pressed the battle stick on his waist, and shouted.
"Why do you ask so many questions? Open the camp door quickly! General Black Wolf is waiting outside!"
Chihuaco glanced at the black wolf carefully and shuddered immediately. That high-spirited face appeared in his dreams countless times, holding a long bow to shoot people. He had no more doubts, lowered his head, and ordered his men to open the camp door.
The garrison troops put away their spears and moved to both sides to clear the way. The ferocious barbarians poured into the camp like a tide. Then, the barbarians yelled and took matters into their own hands, directly occupied the kitchen, and grabbed the prepared tortillas to share. General Black Wolf, under the compliments of a circle of red-haired barbarians, ate cakes and drank water happily, laughing heartily.
"..."
Chihuaco pursed his lips and said nothing. He just looked south and shook his head.
"Noble gentlemen from the south, the ferocious barbarians have gone south! In this moment, your hair will really be plucked out!"
