Chapter 292 The generals discussed and decided to send troops
The night breeze was slightly warm and the bonfire was bright. Everyone sat around the fire pit in the tribal square, sitting on the ground in the open air, eating steaming food and discussing military and national affairs.
The food in the mountain city is not abundant, so the dinner is naturally relatively simple. The staple food is fragrant corn tortillas, soft black bean puree, the side dishes are roasted cactus, boiled beans and pumpkin soup, and the rare meat is spicy roast turkey, and finally there are
Some seasonal fruits and slightly sweet water wine.
Giowa took it upon himself to roast a turkey leg. He carefully rubbed it with salt and spices, brushed it with some honey, and handed it to the king next to him respectfully. The king took it, took a bite, and immediately his brows relaxed, and his face
A smile appears.
“Sweet and salty blend, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and not greasy in the mouth, but the heat is just right!”
Shulot was wearing a loose robe and sat at the head of the table. On his left were the generals of the kingdom, the legion commander Bertard, the black wolf Toltek, and the eagle Barda. On the right was Otto.
The leaders of the Mi family are the new prince Giowa at the front, followed by the old priest Ort, and the two chiefs Mespa and Chalki.
Obviously, everyone here is the real controller of the three kingdoms of Otomi. Tonight's banquet is also a de facto tribal military meeting. Soon, everyone ate some staple food, drank some water and wine, and then let go
We were restrained and discussed the next military and political arrangements.
"The current situation is that the canine descendants are heading south to attack, and the spring plowing is about to begin in the mountain city. How many troops can each country mobilize? Do you want to go north to fight quickly or wait until after the spring plowing? Everyone can speak out and tell me!"
Shulot took a sip of wine and looked up at the brilliant stars in the sky. Then he put down his wine glass and looked at everyone with a smile.
"Your Highness! There are three thousand warriors here in Parmus State, ready to go to war at any time! There are still many city-states in the north that are still holding on. The army only needs to go north and attack from both inside and outside, and it only takes half a month to defeat the Guakili people!"
Chief Mespa was the first to stand up, salute the king, and express his support for heading north for a quick war.
The country fell and the tribes fled. The leaders of Parmus State retreated to their ancestral land with their family warriors and lived under the fence of others. Seeing that spring plowing was approaching, they gathered in the mountain city without even a piece of land to stand on. Naturally, they were full of thoughts at this time.
Go north to expel the dog descendants and regain the old fiefdom.
"Three thousand warriors are ready to fight at any time."
Shulot nodded slightly. Parmus State was lost very quickly, and only more than 3,000 people retreated. Although these 3,000 Parmus warriors were small in number, their fighting will was trustworthy. They could do their best to take back their homeland.
They are capable of fighting to the death. In addition, they are familiar with the terrain and can serve as the vanguard or surprise troops of the army.
"Your Highness, there are also dog attacks in the north of Guamare State. At this time, spring plowing is approaching. Even if the leaders try their best to respond, they can only mobilize three thousand warriors..."
Hearing this number, Shulot frowned slightly, and Mesper looked angry. Chalki quickly continued to explain.
"However, if we can wait until the spring plowing is over, Guamare State will be able to mobilize five thousand warriors as early as the end of June!"
Xiulote nodded. The numbers here are all combatants, and do not include the militiamen who transported grain and guarded the roads. According to Chalki, Guamare State hopes to go to war after the spring plowing.
The king thought for a moment and then looked at Giowa.
"Brother, Otopan Mountain City fully obeys your will and can go to war at any time, before and after spring plowing! Excluding the garrison troops, the mountain city can mobilize 8,000 warriors and 12,000 militiamen!"
Hearing Giowa's words, the king was a little surprised. Although after two years of gathering, the population of Otopan State is estimated to be only about 200,000. This number of troops is almost the limit that the mountain city can mobilize, and it also proves that the population of Otopan State is only about 200,000.
Aowa completely controlled the ancestral land.
"good!"
Hulot smiled and patted Giowa on the shoulder. In this way, ten to twenty thousand Otomi warriors and the same number of militiamen could be gathered. He looked at the generals on the left
, Bertard looked calm, Barda was eager to try. Toltec stood up directly and asked for orders boldly.
"Why bother mobilizing a large army to affect this year's spring plowing? The canine descendants are just scurrying agouti, and they are completely vulnerable! Your Highness, I, the black wolf Toltec, is willing to lead the army into battle! As long as you give me five thousand elites, I will definitely be able to attack directly
Their lair, defeat them all!"
Hearing this, the king nodded with satisfaction. He looked at his confident general and laughed loudly.
"Haha! Hei Lang, I can trust your bravery! I will give you five thousand..."
"Your Highness, I have some suggestions!"
The old priest Alter had remained silent, but now he suddenly spoke.
Shulot paused, glanced at the solemn old priest, and nodded with a smile.
"Priest Alter, you are the elder at the table, so please just say it."
Hearing this, the old priest straightened up, with a firm expression and a loud voice.
"Your Highness, we Otomi people have been based in the north and have been at war with the dog-born for hundreds of years. The priesthood has been collecting information about them and is most familiar with their habits. The wilderness dog-born have always lacked restraint and have an impulsive personality. The tribal warriors are usually undisciplined.
They are not good at battles. Although their archery skills are extremely sophisticated, they lack sharp arrows and good bows. In a frontal battle, the more troops the canine descendants gather, the worse their average combat effectiveness will be!"
"Oh? The more troops are gathered, the worse the average combat effectiveness will be..."
Hearing this, Shulot's expression moved. He thought of some familiar stories.
"However, Your Highness, you must not look down upon the canine descendants for this reason! The canine descendants are good at running and can run fifty or even hundreds of miles a day. They are the best light soldiers in the world! They are cruel in nature and are used to abandoning their weak or injured brethren.
You can eat anything, and the logistics requirements are not high..."
Alter stopped talking here, but the generals understood. The old priest looked at the frowning people and continued to speak in a deep voice.
"The Guakili canine descendants who invaded the south this time belong to dozens of different tribes. Their tactics are flexible and easy to defeat, but it is difficult to kill them! Once the war goes wrong, the canine descendants will disperse according to their tribes and flee for their lives. But these
The tribe collapsed and did not disperse. After the warriors fled far away, they would quickly gather again to harass one side."
"And when the canine descendants act according to their tribes and avoid large-scale frontal combat, their advantage of flexibility in combat will be reflected to the greatest extent! Harassment, guerrillas, looting, sneak attacks... The Guakili people are small-scale
A good fighter and a born hunter!"
Having said this, Alter's eyes widened and he looked at the black wolf with his head raised.
"General Black Wolf, your bravery is world-famous, and I have always admired you. But even if you led thousands of elites to defeat the canine tribal coalition in one battle, how much damage could you really cause? If dozens of Guakili tribes avoided
If you don’t fight, you scatter and flee in different directions, and you can travel nearly a hundred miles day and night, how are you going to chase them? You know, the former leader of the mountain city, Oquili, was on the way to personally hunt down the defeated troops, and he encountered an ambush.
And die..."
"Oquili? How does he compare with me?! I, the Black Wolf..."
Toltec stared angrily. He was about to retort loudly, but when he saw His Highness waving his hand to him, he obeyed and immediately fell silent.
Shulot shifted his gaze and looked at the white-haired old priest.
"Priest Ort, your suggestion is to fight again after spring plowing?"
"Exactly, Your Highness. If you want to expel the canine descendants from the south, there is no use in defeating them. You can only surround them with heavy troops, kill a large number of warriors, and capture young men; or let them have no food to eat, and they can only kill each other and die of hunger.
!”
The old priest's eyes became dark, and there was a hint of chill in his voice, which made everyone's hearts tremble.
"Heavy soldiers surrounded and killed, no food to eat?..."
Hulot was thoughtful. He glanced at Bertard.
"Chief Warrior, how much food do the Guakili people have?"
"According to the intelligence from the scouts, the large Guakili tribe has been plundering for several months and is not short of food for the time being. They have enslaved thousands of Otomi and Parmus people and are cultivating fields in preparation for spring plowing. Many ordinary tribes are
There is still a shortage of food and looting is still happening everywhere.”
When he heard about the thousands of enslaved Otomi people, the old priest's expression dimmed slightly, and then hardened again.
"Your Highness, the large tribe of Guakili people can cultivate fields, and they must have enough grain in hand, and the grain storage should be able to last until October harvest. However, the north has always been difficult and barren. They came from the cold wave when everything withered.
These grain reserves must have reached their limit!"
"If a large army is assembled to go north at this time, the Guakili people are likely to give up their spring plowing and temporarily retreat to the northern wilderness to avoid fighting and guerrilla with the army. If the war drags on for a long time, the spring plowing in the mountain city will be completely delayed, and the food road will be destroyed.
It could get long and dangerous."
"Avoiding guerrilla warfare, the food route is long?"
Xiulote raised his eyebrows. If the war ended like this, things would be difficult. Later Spaniards had suffered from the guerrillas of the Guaquili tribe. Even though they had the weapons and organizational advantages of an era or two, they still continued to fight.
We suffered heavy losses in the guerrilla war and there was nothing we could do.
"Yes, Your Highness. The eagle in the sky will not pounce easily, and the attack will definitely hit! Now, we should concentrate our forces to defend against the plunder of the canine people, and then clear out the villages on the border, shrink the farmers in the surrounding areas, and strive to protect the surrounding areas of the mountain city.
Spring plowing! If the Guakili people cannot rob food and are not threatened, they will settle down. But when they sow grain and put their hope in this year's spring plowing, they will be fettered by the land they cultivate.
!”
The king nodded slowly. Common milpa farming practices involve extensive planting and low yields. Even if there are high-yield crops, they usually can only "plant once and reap ten". But with the farming technology of the canine descendants, they can only "plant once and reap eight", or even lower.
In order to ensure a sufficient harvest, it is necessary to cultivate a large area of land and invest a large amount of grain.
"When the grains grown slowly grow into green seedlings and the stored grains are gradually used up, the canine descendants will become more and more bound to the land and find it difficult to leave. Therefore, August and September before the harvest are the times when the canine descendants are most short of food.
This is the time when they are most unable to abandon their fields, and it is also the time when we launch a decisive battle! They cannot avoid it!"
Having said this, the old priest straightened his back and stood with his head held high. He suddenly waved his arms down and roared like a groundhog.
"Your Highness, after spring plowing, mobilizing in July and sending out troops in August are the best opportunities! Let the invading canine descendants die in front of the farmland that is about to be harvested!"
Shulot looked at the old priest, at his red eyes, and at his pale hair.
Sending troops in August means giving up the captured Otomi civilians in the north and most of the nobles who are still defending in order to completely eliminate the canine descendants. Is this choice worth it?
"As long as the cocoa lasts, no matter how the weeds turn to ashes..."
The king sighed in his heart, but on his face he nodded solemnly and ordered in a deep voice.
"Alt, it's just what you said! The king ordered the warriors to prepare for war: guard key areas to defend against canine raids; strengthen the walls and clear the fields, and withdraw to the border villages. In May and June, all-out spring plowing will begin; in July, mobilization will begin; in August
Yue sends troops to the north to defeat the dog descendants in one battle!"
