Chapter 373: Military camp, barbarians march south
In the golden autumn of October, the smell of harvest comes with the north wind, and the fragrance of fruits is diffused in the fields. The corn in the farmland is completely ripe, and tens of thousands of farmers are working hard, harvesting the fruits of one-year cultivation. Their faces are full of color.
With a joyful smile.
There was plenty of rain before the autumn harvest, and this year's harvest was very good. After paying the tribute, there was still enough grain to fill the barns for fallowness. After the corn harvest was completed, they could return home and have a good night's sleep.
The men in the military camp used bronze sickles, which allowed them to harvest much faster than in ordinary villages. After finally finishing the autumn harvest, new orders came from the royal capital. The military camp officials opened the warehouse in the camp and distributed the harvest that had been left for a long time.
Spears and shields. Soon, they will take their weapons and move to the south of Gyeonggi.
The scorching sun is like fire, falling in the military camp in the Lake District, and the faces of those who shine directly are hot. In the center of the camp is the school ground, with a row of thatched huts on one side, and an arsenal, a barn and a kitchen on the other side. Smoke is rising from the kitchen.
It smelled like grains. It was the cooks preparing tortillas for the upcoming march.
At this moment, Chihuaco, an old militiaman, had a sullen face and crossed his legs, sitting in front of the empty arsenal. He was wearing a plain old cloth robe, a broken straw hat on his head, and a strong spear at his feet.
, he also held a green cactus fruit in his hand, chewing it one bite at a time.
"Bah, bah, bah, it's so sour, it's making your teeth clenched!"
After taking two bites, Chihuaco opened his mouth and spat out a bunch of gritty seeds. Then he cursed angrily and pointed at the mulberry tree and the locust tree.
"Bah! Why are you in such a hurry? Eat it before it's cooked! If you take a bite here and there, you can't just stay and work on the land? It will make you feel uneasy all day long. Let me see, are you waiting for a bite?
The cooked ones will make your teeth sore!"
The camp was empty and no one responded. This morning, Chihuaco issued self-defense weapons to his militiamen and drove them all away. They had a day off. Those who had homes nearby could go home.
Take a look inside. Those who have no home or whose home is too far away should go back to their houses, cover their heads, and have a good sleep. The army will leave soon, and by then, they won’t be able to rest even if they want to.
"Uncle, what are you doing sitting here?"
Wezti was wearing a turban and shorts, and had just returned from the creek outside the camp. His body was still dripping with water, and he had obviously taken a good shower. The lake area in October was still hot, especially when the sun was shining brightly at noon.
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"What am I doing that you are blind and can't see?"
Chihuaco cursed angrily. After cursing, he stretched out his hand and took out a cactus fruit from his arms. He took a look and found that it was ripe. Then he threw the fruit towards Weziti.
"Eat it, just picked it after the camp."
"Thank you, uncle!"
Weziti stretched out his hand to take it, and it fell into his arms. Then, he wiped his hands on his clothes and couldn't wait to put the fruit to his mouth.
"Click, click..."
Weezy finished the fruit in two gulps, and the purple juice flowed from the corner of his mouth. He sighed with satisfaction.
"Uncle, this fruit is so sweet!"
Chihuaco looked at Vezti with his eyes widened in surprise.
"Mumu, are you finished eating now?"
"Yes! Sweet, juicy, and delicious. Uncle, do you have any more?"
Weziti grinned and looked at his uncle.
"...Where are the seeds you ate?"
Chihuaco looked at Vezti blankly.
"Seeds? Chew them up and swallow them!"
Vezti looked at Chihuaco stupidly.
"Hurry, hurry, I'll make you hurry!"
Chihuaco stayed for a while, then suddenly became furious. He picked up the spear from the ground, pointed the tip of the spear toward the back, and used the spear shaft to draw Vezti.
"Uncle, uncle, don't hit, don't hit. It hurts, oh, it hurts! If it hurts, Luwei will feel distressed!"
Hearing Reed, Chihuaco finally stopped and his old eyes widened in anger.
"Why did I remember that I promised you the reed!"
"Hey, hey, didn't we come all the way and Lu Wei and I were the only ones left!"
Wezziti replied with a smile, then approached Chihuaco again and asked with a shy face.
"Uncle, I distributed weapons to the militiamen today, and they will go south in two days. What are you going to do?"
"What are you doing?"
Chihuaco glared and sighed again.
"God bless us, let's go to war."
"War? Who are we going to fight? Your Highness... Didn't His Majesty just come back from fighting in the north? I heard that many canine barbarians were captured."
Weziti scratched his head and looked south.
"Going south...you won't fight the Tekos barbarians, right? Those ravines are not easy to fight!"
"Silly wood, use your brain!"
Chihuaco cursed angrily. He was particularly angry today.
"Who do you want to fight? How can the army in the field go into the mountains to fight the barbarians? This is not necessarily to fight the nobles in the south!"
"ah!"
Weziti was startled and looked at his uncle.
"Uncle, aren't the nobles from the south members of the kingdom? Why do you want to beat them?"
"Why?"
Chihuaco shook his head and sighed.
"The aristocratic lords in the south are from the old kingdom, not the new kingdom. They don't pluck a dime, and the tribute they pay in a year is not as good as our tens of thousands of field troops. So, this time, your majesty is ruthless and wants to pluck out all their hair.
Light."
"Ah this!"
Wezti opened his mouth in surprise and looked at the old uncle. The old uncle squatted in front of the arsenal, taking advantage of the coolness of the room, and slowly gnawed on the cactus fruit.
Chiwaco has been nesting in the field camp, and he looks like an old farmer. But in fact, he has many friends and a wide network, and he understands the situation of the kingdom very well. Huitu Puap is in the Gyeonggi Army, leading two thousand Qincong
Samurai Chan often came to him for a drink. The details of the expedition south were heard from Puap.
That night, after Puap got drunk, he told him some stupid and forbidden words, and was scolded severely by him before he finally came to his senses.
Chihuaco squatted and gnawed, while Wezziti stood and watched. The camp became quiet again. The only sounds in their ears were the sound of firewood steaming corn tortillas in the kitchen, and the grunts of the militiamen in the nearby barracks. Everything was so quiet, it was so quiet.
Even the sour cactus fruit makes people feel happy.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Until a low horn suddenly sounded from the north of the camp.
"Woo!...Woo!..."
Chihuaco jumped up from the ground with a "swish", like an old cat whose tail was stepped on. Weiziti took a closer look, and he didn't know when the old uncle had thrown away the fruit and held the spear in his hand.
The boys are all nimble.
"Huh? Uncle, it looks like a horn?"
"Shh!"
"Woo!...Woo!..."
The low horn sounded again, shocking people from afar. Chihuaco rushed to the entrance of the camp twice and quickly climbed up a tree with a rope hanging down, more than ten meters high. There was a wooden platform for resting on the top of the tree.
This is the most convenient watchtower. The watchtower is as tall as the tree.
The old militiaman stood on a high wooden platform, holding the tree trunk with one hand and putting the other hand on his forehead to block the light. He looked carefully and soon, a black line appeared at the end of the sky. The black line came towards the south.
It gradually grew larger and moved extremely quickly. Then, he finally saw clearly what the black line was!
"Damn it, it's the ferocious northern barbarians!"
Chihuaco's eyes widened instantly, and he was so shocked that he almost fell from the tree. They were groups of barbarians carrying bows and arrows, carrying spears, and red hair! The barbarians looked fierce and were quickly attacking the camp.
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"Uncle, what did you see?"
Vezti raised his head and shouted.
Chihuaco didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and shook the alarm bell tied to the tree.
"Ding ding ding!...Ding ding ding!..."
The piercing alarm bell rang instantly in the camp and spread far away. Wezti also reacted. He quickly ran to the center of the school ground, picked up the gong, and started banging it hard.
"Dang Dang Dang!...Dang Dang Dang!..."
The quiet camp suddenly boiled into chaos, like a pot of porridge. Some of the militiamen woke up from their sleep, some recovered from the game, and then hurriedly found their weapons. Then, the captains of each team shouted and reprimanded, and gathered
The militiamen under his command formed a crude gun formation. The ones who shouted and cursed the most were the old militiamen who had returned to the school grounds at some unknown time.
The chaos lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it calmed down a little. The militiamen reluctantly formed a formation, set up their spears, and defended behind the fence of the camp. When the large group of red-haired barbarians rushed to the front of the camp, they were faced with a thick
A formed forest of guns.
"Huh? This military camp reacts quickly!"
The black wolf Toltech waved his hand, and the red-haired hunters stopped at the order. He was wearing the cape of the legion commander, the bronze sword of the legion commander on his waist, and the feathers of the legion commander on his helmet. In short, the kingdom's
As soon as a general sees him, he will know that he is one of only five regiment commanders.
"Ozoma, how far did the Legion come today?"
"Dear Legion Commander."
Ozoma lowered his head and said respectfully.
"The legion set out early in the morning and marched all the way. By noon now, they have traveled sixty miles!"
The black wolf Toltec nodded with satisfaction. The eight thousand-man legion was divided into four teams and marched sixty miles in half a day. This speed was indeed astonishing, and only canine descendants who were good at running could achieve it.
"Okay! Then let's rest here for half an hour, get some water, and then continue marching to the royal capital! Tonight, I will report back to His Majesty in the royal capital!"
"Captain, you are right!"
Ozoma pondered for a while and agreed with a smile. Prove to His Majesty the Guakili Legion's ability to attack, so that it can be reused more easily in the coming war. Then Ozoma walked forward quickly, guarding the militiamen.
With their wary eyes, they threw the talisman in their hands to the leading old militiaman.
"God bless you! We are the Guakili Legion in the north, and our legion commander is the unparalleled General Black Wolf! At His Majesty's call, we are heading from Hekou County to the Royal Capital!...Open the camp gate quickly and prepare food and water
! The soldiers will rest for a while and then continue south! There are three groups of troops behind us!"
Ozoma looked at the more than a thousand militiamen on the opposite side and gave stern orders. This was a new feeling he had never had before, it was stronger force and greater power.
The Guakili Legion has thousands of people, and they are running very fast. Only this kind of military camp can provide enough water. Although the canine descendants are used to marching hard, they can survive eating cold food and drinking cold water, but marching in the heart of the kingdom
, you don’t have to worry about safety, hot water is more comfortable after all.
"Uh, the Guajili Legion in the north? Why are they all barbarians?"
Chihuaco carefully held the letter talisman and looked over it for a while, but could not find any traces of forgery. It wasn't until the ferocious red-haired barbarian in front of him showed impatience that he asked with a smile.
"Dear Sir, why did so many of your elite warriors suddenly go south? Our camp has not received any news..."
"Ha, the messenger can't run as fast as us!"
Ozoma sneered. Then, with a fierce look on his face, he pressed the battle stick on his waist and shouted.
"Why do you ask so many questions? Open the camp door quickly! General Black Wolf is waiting outside!"
Chihuaco glanced at the black wolf carefully and shuddered immediately. That high-spirited face appeared in his dreams countless times, holding a long bow to shoot people. He had no doubts anymore, lowered his head and ordered
The men opened the camp door.
The field army put away their spears and moved to both sides to clear the way. The ferocious barbarians poured into the camp like a tide. Then, the barbarians shouted and took matters into their own hands, directly occupied the kitchen, and grabbed the prepared corn cakes to share.
Eat. General Black Wolf, under the compliments of a circle of red-haired barbarians, ate cakes and drank water happily, laughing.
"..."
Chihuaco pursed his lips and said nothing. He just looked south and shook his head.
"Noble gentlemen from the south, the ferocious barbarians have gone south! This time, your hair will really be plucked out!"