The rainy season in Mexico begins with gentleness, like a green girl. The sun is hidden behind the thin clouds, dyeing the sky a faint golden color. The continuous drizzle is pouring down in the faint sunshine, soaking the trees and grass into a lush green.

The mist by the river was filled with hazy smoke, and a few small boats sailed from the mist and rain, rippling gently on the river surface. Seeing this scene, Shuloth couldn't help but recall and miss the distant Jiangnan water town.

It has been two weeks since we met the messenger of Hilotpec Suichul. Although the chief commander put down his harsh words, it is still a year before the harsh words are realized. Hilotpec's nobles still have time to hesitate and quarrel, hoping for reinforcements from the western allies, unknown when they will arrive.

At this time, Shuloth was in the forest by the river, directing some carpenters and civilians, using rough stone axes and rope saws, and working hard to cut down the hard yellow sandalwood.

This slightly concave yellow sandalwood is an extremely excellent mahogany. It can grow to twenty to twenty-five meters high. It has a hard texture, beautiful texture, clear tone, and a faint fragrance.

In later generations, it was generally used to make high-end guitars and high-end furniture, with every inch of wood and every gold. Now, Shuloth is preparing to use it to make a catapult.

With the help of a senior carpenter, he has completed the design of a human-powered catapult: it is a fixed trapezoidal mount, four or five meters high, about the same as the city wall. A slender cannon tip used as a lever is temporarily set at eight meters in length, with a bullet pocket at the top and a rope pulled by a man at the bottom. There is also a cannon shaft placed horizontally on the cannon stand, and two meters between the cannon shaft and the bottom of the cannon tip are tied together with a sisal rope.

In this way, when the gunner pulls the rope, the short axis of two meters at the tip of the gun drives the long axis of six meters. The gun axis is on the rack and keeps the rotation stable, the stones at the top are fired out and bombard the city-states in the distance on a parabola.

However, reality is not smooth sailing. When the design is implemented as a physical object, Shuloth encountered the first problem: the gun shaft and gun tip are too strong and can easily break.

Shurott did not understand the connection technology of wood reinforcement, nor did he understand the hardening method of wood. He could only think of a simple and crude idea, using the best and most solid wood! When the carpenter heard this, he recommended the yellow sandalwood.

Cutting such hard wood with a stone axe is like cutting a tree with a knife. So an hour later, when Avette found Shuloth, he was still sitting on the stone by the river, watching the villagers work bored.

"By the way, can you get me some copper axes?"

"Bronze axe? You have to borrow such excellent equipment from the Imperial Guard. Currently, they are the only ones in the camp. Of course, the premise is that they are willing to lend it to you."

"Ha! Then I might as well ask the king for it."

Thinking of Totke, who had broken hair and rock-like face, Shuloth felt a lot of pressure.

"At least the king should look, he is easier to talk to!"

Avette laughed "hehe" and did not comment.

"Shulot, today we have something to do. Put down the big toys you have on hand first. There will be a battle these days. I have applied to the king and will take you to watch the battle at that time... We will set off tonight!"

"What battle? Wait, what toys? I'm making a catapult, an epoch-making siege weapon!"

"The battle to ambush the Otomes. The first 20,000 reinforcements from Otomes have set out for a week. They will soon reach the ambush range of the elite legion. Well... beyond the times? Let's wait until your big toy becomes a useful weapon!"

"Then...when will the legion set up an ambush?"

Shuloth thought about it and thought something.

"Are they the group of warriors who disappeared a few days ago?"

"Not bad! Hey, when did you see it? It seems that the legion's actions are not very cautious."

"Okay, I'll go! By the way, why did you suddenly remember to take me to the battle?...Avette, do you want to go to the battle yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Avit smiled but said nothing, but just pulled Shuloth and left. Before Shuloth left, he even ordered loudly.

"Don't stop, you must cut down the yellow sandalwood tree in the past two days! If it really doesn't work, just burn it with fire..."

Back in the camp, Shurot took off his priest robe and put on green leather armor and battle robe, and looked energetic. His pretty face gradually revealed his strong lines and became like a warrior.

The two of them were in the camp, resting and tidying. Then, accompanied by a hundred guards, they walked around the city and headed west from the forests in the north.

Marching in the mountain forest during the rainy season is difficult. Shurot is difficult, trekking on soft humus land. He is no longer able to see the sun above his head, his feet are mixed, and the rain is soaked in his body.

However, this difficulty is completely different from the tropical rainforests in the Northeast Lowlands or the Southeast Plains. The rainforests in the rainy season are nightmares for large-scale marches. The swamps, poisons, miasma, water sources...each means unavoidable death.

After two days of marching like this, on the morning of the third day, the two finally arrived at the camp of the ambush army, a small platform behind a hill, to avoid the observation of the enemy scouts.

The samurai camp was kept in an orderly quiet. Shurot looked solemn, and from time to time he saw Jaguar warriors wearing tiger-headed helmets, yellow leather armor, and shields and war sticks. They were obviously the elites in the army, but they were all lying here.

Avit took Shulot and walked into the big tent in the middle. The commander in the tent, Shulot, had seen him, was one of the commanders wearing a sunstone cloak. The pattern behind him was a picture of a warrior fighting stick.

"Praise the Lord God! Casar."

Avit smiled enthusiastically and greeted the commander.

"How is Ottomie's enemy going?"

Upon hearing this, Casar just nodded and smiled faintly.

"They have 20,000 people, from Otopang. It is estimated that 5,000 are city-state warriors, and 5,000 are village recruitment."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Only five thousand warriors? Such a few people, what's the use of coming to support?"

"This reinforcement army is just a form. Their march is very slow, only walking more than ten miles a day, and the scouts are arranged very far, and most of the time they are waiting for the scouts to pay back. Their fighting determination is very problematic. I guess they will retreat once they see that the situation is not good."

"In the territory they are familiar with, the fully armed warriors cannot catch up with these fleeing mountain people."

Avit nodded in agreement.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"We have eight thousand warriors. I am ready to divide the troops into three groups and take the initiative to attack! Just as you come, the four thousand warriors will be handed over to you to attract attention from the front. After the battle, Balda led two thousand warriors to launch an attack from the left wing. And I took the five hundred jaguar elites and one thousand five hundred warriors, detoured the side and rear and launched the last attack!"

After Kasal said that, he waved his fist hard, showing murderous intent on his face.

Hearing the order, a strong warrior next to him smiled at Avit. He was Barda. Judging from the patterns on his helmet and leather armor, he should be a hereditary nobleman in the Eagle Warrior Order.

Eight thousand to twenty thousand, and there are still three groups to attack at different times? Shuloth was full of question marks. Seeing that the generals in the tent had a confident expression, he temporarily pressed his doubts.

Soon, the army agreed to disband and everyone returned to the tent. The warriors needed to rest in advance and accumulate energy early for the next day's battle.

Shurot was lying on the officer's thatched bed, with the grass tips carrying a natural breath, and it was slightly slight. However, this soft grass bed was much more comfortable than the floors of the warriors. Shurot relaxed all over and mentioned his questions to Avit.

"Haha! Shuloth, the combat effectiveness and number of the army have no absolute relationship."

Avit replied with a chuckling, also telling the common sense of war.

"The combat effectiveness of an army depends on the specific combat terrain and scene, their morale and courage, and their physical energy consumption!"

"For example, a jaguar warrior can easily fight against three ordinary warriors or ten village warriors before his physical strength is exhausted. And this is even more so in narrow terrain! However, in siege battles, he can only be considered an ordinary village warrior. Because a village warrior throws stones from the walls, he can easily kill him."

"And a village stone thrower can only be considered half a village warrior in close combat. If he is given enough launch time and shooting in an orderly manner, he can be considered an ordinary warrior. Once he has the dominant terrain, he shoots condescendingly in mountain or city defense... he is even more lethal than a jaguar warrior!"

"There are only five thousand city-state warriors worth paying attention to in this field battle. On a large-scale frontal battlefield, the village militias are more used to maintain the front line, or to consume the opponent's guns and stones. The simple stone spears and wooden spears and crude skills make them limited damage to armored warriors. The rare shields and armored warriors make them more vulnerable to damage. As for the low morale of the militias, they are more likely to collapse in the field battle."
Chapter completed!