March has arrived with the wind, and it is already halfway through in a blink of an eye. The weather is still sunny and dry, which is a suitable day for travel.
Villagers from all over the world came with their surplus agricultural products and went to the large market in the northern city of Tlatelolco to exchange what they needed. When they passed the northern gate of the capital city on the lake, the village of Tepiiaga, they were surprised to find
, the houses here have been temporarily requisitioned by the alliance, and a new legion camp has been set up outside the nearby school grounds.
In the spacious school grounds, a total of 8,000 spear corps have been assembled to form a dense spear formation. Among them are 6,000 tough and obedient miners, 1,000 repeatedly selected village militiamen, and finally, 1,000 warriors who serve as the backbone.
They hold a two-meter-and-a-half-meter bronze spear in their right hand, weighing about six or seven kilograms, and a one-meter-diameter rattan in their left hand, weighing ten kilograms. The rattan is firmly fixed on the upper arm of the left hand and hung around the neck with a lace. The gun
In front of the formation, the leading warriors were wearing white cloth-covered paper armor and brown rattan helmets. If you look closely, you will find that everyone has a white cloth tied to their left arm, which looks quite eye-catching.
At this moment, after receiving the order to "stand still", thousands of militiamen with spears stood solemnly and silently. Around them were hundreds of patrolling guards, supervising and scolding the militiamen from time to time.
In front of the school grounds, there is a high platform. A altar was built on the high platform, and Shulot sat cross-legged on the altar. He wore a complicated and solemn chief priest's robe, a thick and dazzling feather crown on his head, and around his neck.
It was an obsidian necklace that shimmered with gold, like a messenger of gods in the human world. The eyes of the "god messenger" swept across the spear formation, and the spear militiamen all bowed their heads in obedience and fear, not daring to look at him.
Under the warm sunshine, the militiamen stood still with solemn faces. Their large shields and spears showed the strength of the warriors. Wearing armor and helmets symbolized elite equipment. The entire spear array stood like a forest, exuding a formidable atmosphere.
Power.
Seeing this scene, Shulot nodded slightly satisfied.
"The spear militiamen have been gathering and training for two weeks. The discipline of these miners is indeed good. However, after practicing for more than ten days, they have gained some military posture. Let's take a look at their marching formation later.
"
He looked serious and thought to himself.
"The spears and large shields are already in place, and the cloth-covered paper armor and rattan helmets are still being made. We still have to urge the armor-making master Matelaar to complete the legion's equipment as soon as possible."
While thinking, Shuluo waved his hand, and the guard beside him went down to give the order, signaling the training officer to start the formation training. Wearing this majestic costume, it was naturally impossible for him to leave the field in person and train the legion step by step. In fact, Shuluo
Te knew very little about the specific training procedures of the army. He only made suggestions to the training officers from time to time based on the clips he had seen in the past.
Two training officers stood in front of the high platform. The chief training officer was the eagle warrior Barda who was good at fighting. He had experience in legion training and was also an outstanding warrior himself, proficient in spears and shields.
Next to Barda was Ezpin, the surrender leader from Tarasco. He was in his thirties, with a weathered face, and was a squad leader in the Tarasco spear militia. After being captured on the Leman River
, he was left behind by Shulot, exempted from the fate of sacrifice, and soon returned to the Alliance. He had experience in training Tarascan spearmen, so he was appointed as an adjutant to assist in the training.
After receiving His Highness's order, Barda nodded and accepted the order. The "Standing in Military Stance" session just now was proposed by His Highness. It is said that it can increase discipline and improve the mental outlook of the soldiers. His Highness's power is growing day by day. Regarding this proposal, although he
I was hesitant in my heart, but I followed it as an order.
Barda shook his head secretly again. He had been a commander for ten years and he had full confidence in military training. Then he shouted loudly to the left and right.
"Blow the flute, march, beat the drums, and line up!"
The marching flute sounded immediately, and the spear corps began to expand to both sides, divided into battalions of a thousand people, and each battalion was composed of five squads of two hundred men. The battalion commanders of the thousand-man battalions were all senior warriors. And the two-hundred-man squads
Some of the captains are elected by the miners, and most are still held by samurai. In each team, an additional person is elected as an aide accompanying the army, and will subsequently receive doctrinal training.
Accompanied by the rapid sound of the whistle, team leader Guzman was sweating nervously. While shouting as loudly as he could, he tried hard to suppress the footsteps of his teammates behind him, so that they would not scatter as much as possible. However, everyone's footsteps were still fast and slow.
Even after a few steps, the queues in front and behind collided with each other. The spear of the front team was tilted and hit the shield of the rear team, making a continuous "bang bang" sound, and it was about to be completely twisted together.
At the critical moment, Guzman, the leader of the team, shouted "stop", and the newly joined military aide also tried his best to stop the team. The team slowly stopped, stood still and reorganized the team. The team of gold miners is indeed the most disciplined.
Dozens of backbones shouted back and forth, reorganizing the militiamen according to the chaotic formation. After a while, the small gun formation started to operate again, and everyone bumped into each other as they walked out, and there were a few more ugly looks on the ground.
Know whose cane hat it is.
After walking a certain distance, the surrounding spearmen gradually dispersed, and Guzman's team also became looser. There was a turn in the middle. Faced with this difficult collective action, he shouted nervously.
"Turn left, turn left, toward the arm of the white cloth strip!"
Following the captain's continuous shouting, the gun formation paused and slowly turned to the left. The militiamen in the formation reminded each other, and finally the change of direction was completed without any danger. Guzman took a breath and used this white cloth strip to distinguish the left and right.
, but it saved a lot of training time. It wasn't until he reached the predetermined position that he remembered to continue shouting.
"Gather, gather. The shield on the left side covers the teammates on the left, and the spears in the back row support the teammates in the front row!..."
Guzman didn't know what he meant by shouting. Everyone just relied on their general feeling and imitated the small formation that Tarasco demonstrated more than ten days ago, forming a dense formation side by side and gathering in an irregular shape.
The square formation. The front soldier pointed his spear diagonally, and then the rear soldier held the spear in reverse, put it on the front soldier's shoulder, and moved back one by one. And there were three or four layers of spears protruding from the front of the most spear formation, which looked like
It looks a bit like a hedgehog.
It took a while before the small gun formation was completely formed. Everyone stood still, facing each other in front and back, side by side, and could feel the rapid breathing from front to back and left to right. Guzman, who was in the front, breathed a sigh of relief. He tried
He turned around and looked around, but he could only see the rattan helmets of the people behind him, but not the rattan plaques. Then he looked to the front, but the salt workers were still bumping into each other, and he couldn't help but laugh.
Shulot, who was on the altar, couldn't laugh. He had no expression on his face, looking at the phalanx of spears under the altar, tightly clenching his sleeves.
Although two or three quarters of an hour had passed, only one-third of the small formations had been effectively deployed and gathered. The large group of gun and shield soldiers collided into several groups in the center. The front and rear were indistinguishable, and the left and right were indistinguishable. The team leaders and accompanying military aides of each team
They screamed and tried to separate their teams, but they couldn't find all the people. Some teams tried to stop, but the result was that they were pushed together harder by other struggling teams.
There were many squeezed rattan hats scattered on the ground, and occasionally there were scattered rattan cards and spears that fell. Shulot first counted the fallen spears, probably hundreds. He shook his head helplessly. Then, he continued
I counted the shields that fell to the ground and got an approximate number of one or twenty.
Shulot frowned. These shields were tied to his arms and could not fall unless the militiamen intentionally removed them. Thinking of this, his face turned cold and he said a few words to the guards. The guards hurried away.
Soon, Barda nodded fiercely and smiled ruthlessly. The training officer gave the order again.
"Blow the conch, stop, spread out and wait!"
The ear-piercing sound of the conch sounded, and hundreds of supervising warriors from the periphery took out wooden sticks, swung and led, and dispersed the gathering spearmen from the periphery. As the crowd gradually dispersed, the operations of the spear corps gradually returned to normal. Three points
One of the gun and shield soldiers formed a small formation and were scattered on the two wings. The remaining militiamen stood in place, trying to maintain an orderly appearance.
After everyone stood still, Barda roared and shouted.
"On the battlefield, the shield is your life! The shield should be tied to your arm and tied around your neck, and it will fall with you. The person who drops the shield loses his life!"
Having said this, the training officer waved his hand mercilessly.
"Those who lose their shields, bring them to the front of the battle!"
Upon hearing the order, hundreds of supervising warriors once again entered the loose group of militiamen in the center, dragged out the militiamen without shields, and pressed them at the forefront of the spear formation.
Guzman felt bad. He took a step back slightly to cover the fellow miners behind him. The shield in the opponent's hand was lost at some point. Fortunately, their formation was tight, and the supervising samurai simply swept it.
He went to the loose militia group in the center.
A quarter of an hour later, more than a dozen militiamen who had lost their shields were pinned in front of the formation. They were fighting in two groups, and they were already vaguely aware of their next fate. Among them, the salt workers with quick reactions repeatedly shouted for mercy, but were pinched hard by the warriors behind them.
He held his neck, leaving only half of him screaming.
Barda once again majestically swept across the audience, swinging his war stick downwards.
"Execute them all!"
The supervising warrior did not hesitate, took out a long dagger close to his body, and wiped it on the neck of the militiamen in front. In just a dozen breaths, more than a dozen clusters of bright red spread on the ground, and the people lying on the ground could no longer make any sound.
Looking at the silent and solemn spear militiamen, Barda nodded with satisfaction. He gave the order again.
"Disperse the military formation. Use a thousand-man battalion as a group and disperse the formation for training!"
Under the greetings of officers at all levels, the militiamen dispersed and gathered again. Guzman's team dispersed slightly and started marching again. Everyone was silent and did not speak. They just tied the shields tighter and tightened their grip on the spears in their hands.
Guzman, the leader of the team, guided the direction of the team. He deliberately passed by the scattered shields, leaving a gap for his companions behind him. The miner also bent down and grabbed it quickly, just like grabbing gold mines from the golden river, and once again took his life.
He took the shield back into his hands and tied it quickly and carefully. Then, he leaned forward and thanked Guzman in a low voice.
"Brother Guzman, you saved me! I will listen to you from now on!"
Guzman in front smiled and nodded. Soon, they gathered into a battalion of a thousand people, and under the command of the warrior battalion commander, they formed an array again.
This time, the walking speed of everyone was much slower, but the actual time spent was shorter than last time. The eight scattered battalions of a thousand people did not interfere with each other. Each battalion had five squads of two hundred people, gathering into a sharp spear phalanx.
.Then the militiamen once again prepared their spears and stood still.
On the altar, Shulot observed carefully and nodded slightly.
In front of his eyes, forty small spear phalanxes appeared, roughly gathered into eight groups. There were gaps of tens of meters between the phalanxes, which gradually became smaller as the phalanxes moved, until every five squares
The formation forms a rough straight line. This will be the defensive front on the battlefield. Although there are still wave-like ups and downs on the front, and some square formations have gradually turned into round formations, they at least have certain actual combat capabilities.
Shulot thought to himself.
"The effect of this thousand-person formation is much better. It seems that as the size of the square formation increases, the difficulty of the formation will rise sharply. The legion-level formation is obviously beyond the capabilities of the current militiamen."
Later, Shulot thought of the loose formations during the movement and the time required to form the formation again, and sighed softly. In his expectation, the template of this new army was the early phalanx soldiers of ancient Greece.
It has the ability to march in a phalanx, coordinate collective operations, and launch several rows of spears to conduct short-distance charges when necessary. But now it seems that this new army is still far from the early phalanx soldiers, let alone the more stringent requirements.
Macedonian phalanx soldiers.
Shulot recalled carefully that the new army he was organizing now was more like the spear and shield soldiers that were common in the Three Kingdoms of China.
The length of the spear is between two and a half to three meters, and it can stab three rows in front and back at the same time. However, due to the power required for the thrust, the frequency of attacks is actually not high, and it has more of a blocking effect. The shield with a diameter of one meter
, can provide effective protection against bows, arrows and war clubs, greatly improving the survivability of militiamen. Of course, larger shields also further reduce their attack power.
All in all, the current positioning of this new army is more inclined to defend in place, resist the attack of enemy warriors, maintain the stability of the battle line, and act as a human shield to absorb firepower.
"You can't expect militiamen who have been trained for several months to have the same assault capabilities as samurai. The real output still relies on cross-firing crossbows and elite warriors who attack on both sides."
Shulot stared at the spear formation in front of him and thought quickly in his mind. In his opinion, the training of the spear militia has just begun. If you want to truly unleash the power of the square formation, you may have to train for many years and go through battles.
Only after the formation.
In the next month, he is also planning to arrange a competition between the teams. The winners will be rewarded with meals, and the losers will be punished with chores. Then there will be adaptive training for bow and arrow shooting, and defensive training for facing the impact of samurai... In his mind
There are many more memories in it.
Shulot thought for a long time, and the pike militiamen also stood in silence for a long time. After a while, the young man called the guards and signaled the pike phalanx to be disbanded, and each battalion separated to conduct independent training.
Barda nodded and obeyed the order, then shouted loudly.
"Disband and divide into camps. Thousand-man battalion trains shield defense and stabbing!"
After saying that, the fierce eagle warrior turned his head, looked at Ezpan, who had no presence beside him, and chuckled softly.
"You Tarascans are really interesting. With such a phalanx of spears, you can resist the invincible warriors?"
Ezpin smiled sarcastically, and his eyes shone brightly. The training adjutant lowered his head and saluted respectfully to Barda. Then, he tilted his head slightly and looked at His Highness quietly with his peripheral vision, filled with infinite desire for the future in his heart.
