The spring sunshine fell from the ceiling of the big tent, illuminating the simple interior of the tent. The king is smiling and sitting cross-legged at the top. The black wolf stood in the center with high spirits. Then, the light dimmed slightly and fell behind the king. The warrior captain Bertard looked calm, while the chamberlain captain Naxiu was low-key and speechless.
Behind the black wolf, on the edge of the slightly gray tent, stood the burly "Yanyan" Mihoti, the slightly fat "Huashu" Hochiku, and the lean "Pan Python" Moyahualuo. .
The seven people in the tent are the controllers of the six legions of the Southern Route Army and the 50,000-strong army. Shulot personally led 6,000 royal legions, Bertard was in charge of 7,000 royal guard legions, and Black Wolf commanded 8,000 canine legions, plus 5,000 Tekos troops. These 26,000 men are Shulot's direct troops and can be fully commanded and mobilized. As for the remaining 24,000 people, they are three groups of 8,000 people belonging to the southern city-state.
The "Yuyan" regiment comes from the largest state of Lachiko State, with five thousand warriors and three thousand militiamen. The "Flower Tree" legion came from the wealthy Sarco State, with four thousand warriors and four thousand militiamen, some of whom were equipped with bronze weapons. The "Pancon" legion comes from the nearest state of Vacitepec, which has been on the front line of repeated fierce battles with the Tlaxcalans for decades. The city-state is relatively dilapidated. They only have 2,000 warriors and 6,000 militiamen, but they have the deepest hatred for the enemy and the strongest will to fight.
"...During the March Eastern Expedition, the Guaquili Legion was the vanguard of the army and was the first to break into the Tepeyacac Basin. The Guaquili warriors suffered casualties of nearly 2,000 people, killing 2,000 Tlaxcala warriors, and six Thousands of enemy militiamen! Attack Shuigu City and attack the city in front and back for ten days...The Longbow Guards, Throwing Vanguards, and Axe Guards entrusted to me by Your Highness have a total of three hundred casualties..."
Having said this, Hei Lang paused and looked at His Highness carefully. During this siege, he only dispatched the guards at critical moments, thus minimizing casualties. Just the number three hundred still made his heart skip a beat.
"Um."
Shulot nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. He pondered for a moment and ordered.
"Bertard, make a good pension. Give an additional hundred acres of land to the families of each fallen guard, grant five serfs, and exempt them from tribute for three years!"
"As you command, Your Highness!"
Bertard saluted respectfully, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the king's order. Most of the warriors in the Imperial Guard are at level three or above, have been granted land by the kingdom, and have family brothers or heirs. They are well treated and are the backbone of the kingdom and the most loyal supporters of His Highness.
"...The warriors of Tekos arrived first several times, and more than 400 people were killed, and about 50 people survived. They have proved their loyalty to the kingdom and have been included in the Guakili Army by me! According to my previous promise, they They should all be promoted to level three warriors..."
The black wolf stopped again and looked at the king.
"Very good! The first warrior, regardless of his origin, should receive a generous reward!"
Shulot smiled and nodded in affirmation.
"More than fifty people, all promoted to third-level warriors, granted a hundred acres of land, and five serfs! Since they are warriors selected from the troops of Tekos, they probably have family members in the Tekos regiment or as serfs in the kingdom. These five people The quota of people allows them to choose their relatives and friends!"
"Thank you, Your Highness! The Tekos warriors will definitely be willing to die for you!"
Black Wolf looked happy. Such a reward leaves a path for the Tekos soldiers to ascend, which can motivate them to fight to the greatest extent. Then, he raised his head and reported back loudly.
"...In the battle of Water Valley City, we sacrificed a glorious noble of Tlaxcala, a dozen hereditary nobles, and more than two hundred noble descendants! His Highness's legion was unstoppable! We also killed six thousand Tlaxcala warriors, four thousand militiamen, and eight thousand captured militiamen!”
"Huh? This number..."
Hearing this, Shulot was slightly startled and looked at Na Xiu. The other party nodded slightly and made a sacrificial gesture. He understood immediately, his expression did not change, and he praised with a smile.
"That's right! My General Black Wolf has never let me down!"
"Haha! It's all His Highness' blessing!"
Black Wolf smiled and saluted, then looked back at the three city-state army commanders. Finally, he added lightly.
"As for the Tecos surrender troops in the Tekos regiment, in the battle of Shuigu City, there were more than 2,000 casualties. Now, less than half of the 5,000 surrender troops are left... Can we use it from the newly captured Tlaxcala warriors? Completely replenished?”
"Huh? Half of the casualties were lost so quickly?"
Hearing this, Shulot was a little surprised.
"Your Highness, after all, Shuigu City is an important town in the south. It is strong and dangerous, and the defenders are very sufficient. The resistance is tenacious..."
"Yeah. The Tlaxcala people's determination to resist throughout the fight really exceeded my expectations!"
Xiulote nodded. The enemy was determined to fight, and everyone from nobles to civilians resisted to the end. At this time, it was impossible to capture a strong city like Shuigucheng without the sacrifice of enough lives, even with the help of stones and bronze cannons. The use of siege cannon fodder such as surrender camps can greatly reduce the casualties of legion warriors.
"Bertard, when we captured the mountain pass fortresses, I remember surrendering a group of Tlaxcala troops?"
"Yes, Your Highness. There are more than two thousand Tlaxcala warriors and more than eight thousand militiamen."
"okay!"
Shulot pondered for a while and looked at the black wolf again.
"Black Wolf, your canine legion has suffered a lot. Just recruit two thousand Tesco soldiers from the surrendered legion."
"Your Highness? Tekos surrendered its troops..."
"If these people can survive this war, they can be considered useful. Incorporate them into the legion and give them a background! The kingdom will treat them equally, and military merit will be awarded to them!"
Shulot raised his hand and made a decision.
"As for the surrender regiment, I will provide you with two thousand Tlaxcala warriors, and then select more than two thousand skilled militiamen, and together with the remaining Tecos people, we will gather five thousand people!"
"Praise your highness! You are my supreme wolf king!"
Hei Lang was overjoyed and immediately knelt down to salute. In this way, he has thirteen thousand legions in his hands. When the captured Tlaxcala warriors enter the camp, they will first kill dozens of assassins to establish their authority, and then promote a dozen who can fight as officers...
"After one battle, the main force on the south route lost 2,000 legions, 3,000 Tecos surrendered, and 5,000 were supplemented from the Tlaxcala surrender. Eight thousand enemy warriors were killed, and 10,000 militiamen were killed. There were more than 2,000 captured warriors and about 20,000 strong men. Together, the captured and killed 40,000 Tlaxcala warriors were wiped out."
Shulot touched his chin and made quick calculations. For the main army alone, in fact, according to Na Xiu's intelligence, the number of militiamen who surrendered in Shuigu City was at least over ten thousand. And Black Wolf said that he killed 4,000 people and captured 8,000 people... There is no doubt that at least 2,000 strong prisoners were executed by the army that washed the city.
"These are killers!"
Shulot frowned and cursed in his mind. Then, he looked at the three city-state leaders.
"Yu Yan, Huashu, Pan Python, how are you doing?"
"Ahem. Praise the Lord God, praise His Highness, and bless the legions with victory!"
The three of them looked at each other for a few times, and Yuyan Mihoti, who was still the strongest, stood up and was the first to reply.
"In the March of the Eastern March, the Yuyan Legion's 8,000 warriors only lost a thousand militiamen. The number of Tlaxcala warriors killed exceeded 5,000!"
"Well...killed five thousand enemies..."
Shulot narrowed his eyes and looked at Naxiu inadvertently. According to the information given by Naxiu, the Yuyan Legion was responsible for suppressing the local area and suppressing the villages. The number of Tlaxcala militiamen killed and injured along the way should be about three thousand, and the loss was more than a thousand. And this figure of six thousand enemies killed...
"Your Highness, the Lord God protects the alliance! The warriors fight for the Lord God without fear of life or death. They killed five thousand enemies and there are heads to prove it!"
Seeing His Highness's doubts, the burly Yuyan Tuanzi patted his chest and answered confidently.
"Okay. The Lord God bless the alliance!"
After thinking about it for a moment, Shulot ignored it and looked at the other two people.
"Your Highness, the Huashu Legion's 8,000 warriors also lost a thousand militiamen. The Tlaxcala warriors killed were 7,000, and there are heads to prove it!"
"Yes, Not Bad."
Shulot's expression remained unchanged, he smiled and praised, but anger arose in his heart. The Huashu Legion besieged the west gate and was attacked by warriors from Shuigu City several times. The militia camp collapsed twice, and the actual loss should be 2,000 people. As for killing seven thousand enemies...
"Your Highness, the Pan Python Legion has 8,000 troops and has lost 1,000..."
Xiulote gave Pan Nang a cold look, and the other party's heart trembled, and he immediately changed his mind.
"Two thousand militiamen were lost...and ten thousand of the Tlaxcala warriors were killed, and there are heads to prove it!"
"Asshole!!"
The king couldn't bear it any longer, his expression suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly. He clenched the scepter in his hand and struck it hard on the table, smashing the purple clay pot into pieces!
"Ha! Kill six thousand, kill seven thousand, kill ten thousand!...How many of the heads in your hands are warriors, how many are militiamen, and how many are ordinary villagers!!"
