Chapter 178: Siege of the city in October, the world was shocked Part 1
In the golden autumn of October, a flock of geese come from the north and descend on the sparkling water. The clouds disappear with the breeze and melt into the clear sky. The sun shines, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the birds and animals put on their autumn down, and the world
There is the fragrance of fruits. After the last farewell drizzle, the rainy season has quietly passed, and the corn harvest has begun.
On the banks of the Leman River, the warning bonfire was lit again, and the trusted messenger who was good at running fled from the river mouth fortress. He went south from Acambalo State, passed through the short gap where the Mexicans were about to encircle, and ran through the overgrown weeds.
The northern fields were full of desolate murderous intent. He kept running, passing through the dense villages in the Patzcuaro Lake area. Where he looked, the prosperous scene of the past was no longer there. Women and old people had sad faces, working hard in the huge farmland.
In these villages close to the front line, the recruitment of young men has already been completed.
The envoy continued southward in silence, and finally came to the capital of the kingdom, the "City of Hummingbirds", the bronze capital of Qin Congcan.
There are still young men working in the farmland outside the city, a huge fleet of transport ships is passing through the lake, and cold grain collection teams are scattered from the city gate to various places. He walked through the city, passed the vaguely prosperous urban market, and walked through the forging of weapons.
The huge craftsman's house looked at the smoke-filled "House of Winds" Yakata in awe. On the sacred pyramid, the priests chanted and danced wildly, and made complicated sacrifices day and night.
The messenger showed the talisman of the Northern Marshal and finally arrived at the center of the kingdom, the supreme "Palace of Winds" Akatas. In front of the solemn chief minister, he knelt on the ground exhausted and conveyed word by word.
Message from the Marshal.
"Dear Chief Minister... Battle on the water... Mexica... Burning rockets... Legion of Chapala... Fleeing without fighting... Marshal of the North... Total defeat.
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Then, the messenger fell to the ground, not daring to look at the gloomy face of the chief minister. He took a few breaths and begged loudly.
"Chief, the Marshal of the North asked for help from the Supreme King! The Mexica people were as fast as the wind, and 20,000 troops arrived in a few days and surrounded the river mouth fortress. The Mexica fleet rushed into the river mouth, blocked the water gate, and the fortress support was completely cut off
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Hearing this, Chief Minister Zinzini frowned and finally couldn't help shouting.
"The estuary channel is narrow and long. The narrowest point is only 30 meters. Seven or eight large boats can block it. The estuary fortress has tall walls, and the west wall stands beside the river mouth. Archers and slingers stand on the high wall and can suppress the water channel at will.
Up and down. As long as a few hundred elite naval troops block the waterway and thousands of archers throw stones at the wall, the Mexicans will not be able to break through the defense line even if tens of thousands of people die! How can the water gate in the west be blocked?!"
Facing the chief's rebuke, the messenger bowed deeply again. He looked horrified and explained in a low voice full of fear.
"The Marshal was defeated in the water battle... so defeated that... he only returned with his body. The main force of the navy was lost, and all the big boats were lost, leaving only more than 300 small boats. The enemy's big boats were equipped with wooden shields to prevent arrows.
, wooden sheds, carrying longbows with extremely long range, and rockets that ignite the boats... The three hundred small boats were blocked for only one day, and were scattered by the enemy ships..."
Hearing this, Jinzini's chest tightened, and the pain was like a knife. The mighty and powerful kingdom's navy was reduced to these shabby boats! This is the kingdom's accumulation of decades or even nearly a hundred years, and it is the most powerful navy in the world!
The chief minister's face was as dark as water and he was silent. He felt cruel in his heart and made a secret decision.
"The Russian navy who ruined the kingdom should be killed! When this battle is over, the 'Crocodile' body will be sacrificed to the gods, and the 'Crocodile' fiefdom will be taken as a direct subordinate!"
The messenger secretly glanced at the chief. He did not dare to mention in detail how the enemy obtained these large boats equipped with wooden shields and wooden sheds. He just continued to lie on the ground and carefully reported back.
"Dozens of enemy large boats endured the firing from the city, forced their way through the estuary channel, and entered Lake Quetseo. Subsequently, the enemy troops besieging the city went around to the southwest of the fortress and established a stronghold on the edge of Lake Quetseo to prepare for this force.
The fleet provides supplies. The Mexican fleet will be centered here to spy on the shores of Lake Quiceo and cut off the water support of the river mouth fortress!"
Jinjinni closed his eyes slightly and calmed down. Then he asked in a deep voice.
"Look up at me! How many warriors are there in the river mouth fortress? How many militiamen are there? How much food is stored? How long does the marshal expect to be able to hold on?!"
The messenger then raised his head, met the chief minister's stern eyes, and couldn't help but shudder. He answered truthfully, not daring to hide anything.
"The Mexica people are coming very fast, and only one-third of the remaining warriors in the northern defense line have time to enter the fortress. Now, there are two hundred family warriors left in the hands of the marshal, and three hundred warriors in the hands of General Cucuna. Akanbarobang
The local nobles have a thousand warriors, a total of fifteen hundred!"
"As for the militia, when the war went out, there were 3,000 Chapala militiamen and 5,000 newly supported Lake District militia stationed in the fort. During the war, the remaining 2,000 soldiers who escaped from the war, plus the 3,000 militiamen who were urgently transferred from nearby, totaled 13,000 people.
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"... After supporting the fortress, many fortresses in the north are empty of troops. Now there are less than 2,000 local warriors and 12,000 militiamen! The warriors and militiamen suffered heavy losses, but the originally stored food was sufficient. Each fortress has at least half a year's supply of food.
, the Hekou Fortress has enough food for a year!"
The messenger was obviously a close confidant of the Northern Marshal and was well aware of the military situation in all places. At this time, he went through every detail, and the situation in the North was completely clear. Finally, he kowtowed violently and shouted loudly.
"Before leaving, the marshal cut his palms and swore an oath! He will defend the fortress to the death until the food reserves are completely exhausted, and until the last soldier is killed, he swears to live and die with the Hekou Fortress!"
Zinzini looked at the messenger carefully for a while, nodded slightly, and then fell into deep thought.
In accordance with the king's request when he left, he went to the north in one month to transport 10,000 militiamen from the Lake District, and 5,000 militiamen each from the river mouth fortress and the northern fortress. These urgently recruited ordinary militiamen were not good at field battles, but they could be used to defend the city.
The siege army in Xijia was only over 20,000 people. Given the strength of the river mouth fortress, with 1,500 warriors and 13,000 militiamen, they should be able to hold on for at least half a year!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The problem now is that the north is extremely short of warriors and has lost the ability to fight out of the city. The connections between the defense lines were cut off by the Mexica. Fortresses
If each fights on their own, they will fall one by one in the end.
According to his thirty years of experience in presiding over wars, if you want to defend the city for a long time, you must have the strength to defend the countryside! Only by having a capable warrior army that can attack at any time and attack the enemy's weak links can the enemy's
The siege cannot advance smoothly. Now, the river mouth fortress cannot support it, so it can only support the weak northern line fortress group.
Thinking of this, Zinzini waved his sleeves and pointed at the messenger.
"Take it down."
The envoy opened his mouth to say something for the marshal. The guards had already rushed up and took the envoy from the north away.
Afterwards, the chief minister closed his eyes and frowned, counting with his fingers in his sleeves.
"Since the last time we discussed the war with His Majesty, the Lake District has conscripted 30,000 more militiamen. Ten thousand were sent to the northern front, and 20,000 were sent to the southern front. Since the war began, 100,000 men in the Lake District have been engaged in the war, and nearly half have died in the battle.
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Thinking of this, Zinzini trembled all over. The Lake District, the core of the kingdom's rule, has a population of less than one million. This ratio of young adults to conscripts is almost devastating to agricultural production. At this rate of consumption, two entire generations are being consumed.
Erased, and the future of the kingdom was also erased!
What made Zinzini even more desperate was that he only had three thousand warriors in his hands, and he had to further recruit strong men to maintain the situation between the north and the south.
The long wind blew into the majestic "Palace of Winds", bringing with it a shrill sound of wind chimes, like the ominous sound of the country's subjugation. The chief minister's fingers shook violently, and he could no longer calculate. After a while, he finally opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a cold and charming expression.
eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice.
"All able-bodied young men in the Lake District are to be recruited, and those who stand in the way of nobles will be killed! Those who are over fourteen years old, under fifty, and who are half as tall as a spear will be recruited into the army! All strong peasant women who can wield a spear will be recruited into the army.
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"Mobilize a thousand warriors to support the fortresses in the north, and be careful to harass the Northern Army of Mexico!"
"Send an envoy to the west to express condolences to the Chapala Army! Promise the prince of the 'Feather' family to be enfeoffed and quickly reorganize to come to our aid!"
"Send an envoy south to the mountainous state of Weitamo, ordering reinforcements from the north, and also promise the prince's enfeoffment!"
"Send the divine envoy, together with the Tlaxcala envoy, to escort the ancestors and princesses to the east and complete the marriage immediately!"
"Send divine envoys to urge the Tekos tribe in the south. The kingdom agrees to their autonomy conditions, but must send more warriors or militiamen. Each tribe will be awarded a title according to the number of troops it sends, and the one with the most will be crowned Prince of Tekos, and his status will be higher than that of each tribe.
The Supreme Royal Family will also grant a princess and a noble daughter to become relatives with Prince Tekos!"
"Send an envoy in a low-key manner to inform His Majesty on the southern front!"
Following the chief minister's order, the guards followed the order and left one after another. Soon, only the old man in rich clothes was left in the solemn palace hall, with a majestic expression and solemn silence.
Zinjinni was silent for a moment, then slowly took off the feather crown on his head, finally revealing a head full of white hair. He raised his head and looked at the ancient murals on the top of the palace. The hummingbirds of the family accompanied the royal eagle, fluttering their wings and flying around.
It's thirty years.
"Your Majesty, I have served successive kings for thirty years. If this battle is won, I will use my life to be responsible for today's decision!"
A gentle breeze blew by, and the old man's white hair was scattered in the wind, losing his awe-inspiring majesty. Immediately, the breeze blew thousands of miles, and a new round of running messengers set off from the royal capital again.
The envoy from the royal capital rushed out from the city gate. He saw thousands of warriors who were about to go to the eighty-one surrounding villages to squeeze out the last manpower in the lake area. Then, he quickly went south, passing through half of the harvest.
In the fragrant fields, he caught up with a large group of people transporting food. All he looked at were tired and numb faces. He passed by the last batch of supporting lake area militiamen. The militiamen had no armor and only stones in their hands.
Spear. Soon, the fields in front of me became barren again, and this was already the Sitacuaro state on the front line.
Without stopping, he passed through the dots of rear camps and headed towards the stone fortress with the king's flag fluttering. He ignored the patrolling warriors' vocal inquiries and entered the solid bluestone fortress. He passed by the loosely disciplined barbarian mercenaries and passed by the garrison.
The spear corps stopped for a moment on the fortress's grounds. There were hundreds of archery warriors there, familiar with the huge Mexica longbows. The sound of arrows piercing the air was like the roar of beasts.
The messenger lowered his head and continued to move forward quietly. He walked calmly past the neatly formed warriors, silently sizing up the serious-looking nobles, and finally came to the king's guard holding a big axe, and found a guard captain wearing a feather on his head.
"A letter from the capital, the moon goddess is blessing us."
The envoy from the royal capital said seriously.
The captain of the guard tensed up. This is definitely not good news for the moon goddess who symbolizes death! He nodded slightly and turned around. After a moment, the captain of the guard returned silently and led the envoy to a side hall, where the supreme king was.
In front of you.
Then, the guard captain turned and left. Not far from the side hall, he heard the king's angry low roar.
"Damn it!"
Then, there was another loud bang of falling metal and stones. Hearing the sound, the captain of the guard was frightened. He did not dare to look back, so he quickened his steps and hurried away from the danger.
In the stone house at the rear, buzzing coppers and jingling gold ornaments rolled together on the masonry ground. King Suangua was dressed in military uniform, wearing gorgeous copper-inlaid leather armor and an eagle-shaped feathered copper headgear.
Helmet, majestic like the incarnation of a god. At this time, with murderous intent on his face, he glared at the prostrate messenger on the ground.
After a long time, the king calmed down and spoke slowly.
"You're not guilty, it's not you who deserves death! Chief Hummingbird's handling of all matters is very safe, and I will endorse his orders afterwards. Go down!"
The messenger then got up from the ground and walked away backwards.
There was no one else in the side hall. The young king whipped out his copper ax and cut off the wooden table in front of him. Then, after thinking for a moment, he took the copper ax and headed straight to the highest watchtower.
