The setting sun dyes the sky into a hazy red, like the eyes of a god looking at the earth, admiring the magnificent fighting in the world, savoring the sacrifices and offerings of life. Then He smiles, making red ripples in the long river, and sweeps away all the cold sacrifices.
After tasting it, I finally closed my eyes with satisfaction, and the world disappeared into darkness.
The fierce battle finally came to an end, and bonfires were lit on both sides of the river. The militiamen had finished cleaning up the battlefield. They buried the fallen warriors, collected the remaining weapons and armor, and gathered the prisoners together.
This battle across the river lasted all afternoon, and the Tarascans suffered heavy casualties.
Due to the obstruction of the river, the spear militia and the alien mercenary group were completely annihilated. There were very few survivors who were able to swim across the river and escape to the south bank. The casualties of the two elite militiamen were 10,000, and the last batch of landing warriors also suffered casualties.
Nearly a thousand people. At this moment, on the south bank, the priests once again climbed onto the altar, lit blue flames, and led the souls to the infinitely beautiful underground world.
The Mexicans also suffered a lot of losses. Three hundred warriors were killed in the battle with the spear militia, and nearly 400 were killed in the mercenary group's fight. A total of 700 warriors were killed, as well as 1,800 militiamen. The casualties were mainly concentrated in
The brutal stalemate and entanglement stage, especially the fight with the canine. These light infantry who were not afraid of death made Shulot quite afraid.
The Aztec Alliance is used to conquests and has a complete treatment system. At this time, the injured are being treated. The amount of yucca juice and ink leaves used to stop bleeding and disinfection is limited and can only be used to supply the seriously injured. Xiulote and followers
Together with the patient, boil water and boil cloth strips, and perform simple disinfection and bandaging on the lightly injured.
In this battle, the longbow warriors played a decisive role. In America without cavalry, the tactical role of archers was irreplaceable. The close-range shooting of the longbow warriors completely shook the formation of the dense spear phalanx, allowing the warriors to
They were able to rush into the gun formation and fight in close combat.
At the same time, the output of the long bow is powerful enough, and the damage is beyond everyone's imagination. A long bow shot at a medium distance is enough to threaten the leather target. This is the first time that the lives of the warriors are so fragile. The landing warriors on the beach are under the long bow.
Falling like cherry blossoms, the commander on the opposite side immediately wavered in his will to fight. After a rough estimate of the possible casualties of the samurai, the Tarascans simply withdrew to the south bank.
After nightfall, there was another grand funeral. The army was alone, and the food in the camp was always limited. There were many prisoners captured, and the young priest only deliberately left dozens of spear militiamen behind. The rest were bonfires and ritual dances
, prayers, sacrifices, and blessings.
At the end of the sacrifice, the dawn lit up the sky. After shouting farewell to the patron saint, the warriors added the names of "Avit" and "Shulote" with reverence. They were the victorious commander and the blessed priest.
Blessings and sincere admiration and loyalty.
A fierce battle, a sacrifice, a human heart, and a future.
The Mexicans held the south bank, and what followed was a long confrontation. The Tarascans first transported three to four thousand militiamen across the river upstream and downstream, and under the leadership of more than a hundred warriors, they made a gesture of going around and back.
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Avitt was unmoved, but gathered boats to block the upstream and downstream rivers. Enemies without stable supply lines were no threat. The morale of the three to four thousand militiamen who crossed the river quickly dropped, and their ranks were scattered. The commanders were just different factions.
He recruited five hundred Mexica warriors, dispersed the militia across the river, and eliminated the core of the enemy's warriors. The remaining militiamen were left to fend for themselves.
The 10,000 main warriors in Mexico have always gathered together, relying on strong camps, waiting for Tarasco's army. However, the Tarascans seemed to have suddenly lost the desire to launch a large-scale attack. They just continued to build strongholds on the south bank.
Fortress, gather more ships.
The warriors on both sides faced each other across the river, priests were performing rituals, and the commanders faced each other from a distance, but maintained a strange calm.
For more than half a month, Shulot continued the arduous warrior training. A warrior's physique cannot be developed overnight, and a firm will must be shaped through sweat and training. Bertard's bow and arrow technology has improved rapidly.
He has a foundation in spear throwing and is a warrior who has been training for thirty years. Now he is only one unfound poplar tree away from being able to cross the poplar tree in a hundred steps.
The young man also began to learn archery. In this era of military changes, even the reincarnation of Lu Bu and Zhao Yun was no match for matchlocks and cannons, and bows and arrows were relatively safe and powerful. For the rest of the time, he kept paying attention to Kuaud's longbow.
Manufacturing. The old carpenter and other craftsmen have been taken by Avitt, who is nominally the engineer of the city's construction. In the past half a month, the Longbow Guard has acquired twenty more longbows.
In the afternoon, there was a new breakthrough in the organization of words. Shulot found that followers who learned Chinese characters would take the initiative to make some familiar pattern marks in their lives to help understand and mark the pronunciation.
Avitt also enthusiastically participated in the second stage of character development: relying on the complete Chinese character system, integrating the budding original graphic characters of the Mexicans, and sorting out simple sound-assisting symbols to assist ordinary people in learning and understanding.
, memory and pronunciation. In this way, for the priests and the noble class, they have enough culture to master the complete Chinese system. For ordinary warriors and civilians, they only need to master daily characters and traditional languages.
Shulot looked at it for a while and felt that it was very familiar: Isn't this the Japanese hiragana and katakana? It is also the acquisition of Chinese characters in the tribal era, the same phonetic understanding of the native language, and finally the integration of Chinese
Culture, a new way to develop one's own civilization.
And in the misty and rainy evenings, the sun disappears into the clouds. The young man will stand on the high hill beside the river and watch the long river flow westward and flow into the ocean in his memory; watch the navies of both sides crisscross on the river, performing martial arts battles like Maori people.
, then dispersed, salvaged the militiamen who fell from the boat, and returned to camp for dinner.
This sudden calmness made Shulot a little confused.
He found Avitt. His friend was recording the food consumption in Chinese characters and Mexica abbreviations. There was now more than a month's worth of food in the camp. A new fleet was gathering in the capital.
"Avit, what are the Tarascans on the opposite side doing? Why did they only attack once? There are obviously 70,000 of them." The young man asked in confusion.
"Because they can't find an opportunity to win easily. In other words, the cost of winning the battle is too high." Avitt smiled slightly, showing full confidence.
"But last time they crossed the river, they had a chance to win." The young man thought for a while.
"At that time, their first group of spearmen and second group of mercenaries had already contained eight thousand of our warriors. When the third group of five thousand warriors crossed the river, they would fight with the remaining warriors of ours. Then the fourth group of five thousand warriors would
Thousands of warriors can attack the four Mexica warrior battalions that have just wiped out the pikemen. The fifth batch of warriors will have the upper hand, and the sixth batch of warriors will definitely seal the victory!"
"Then how many warriors will they lose or die under the long bow, spear and war club?" the commander asked with a smile. "Besides, I will not allow the fourth batch of warriors to be transported smoothly. The boat division is ready to fight with the enemy."
Completely engage in battle and block transportation for at least three-quarters of an hour. Once our side eats the pikemen, holds back the canine descendants, and then surrounds five thousand Tarasco warriors, Suangua's throne will be unstable."
"That's right. If you want to defeat us, at least five thousand samurai will have to die in battle." The young man nodded, "The navy and the army can cooperate with each other to achieve greater results. The boat division here is very important, and can hinder the transportation of enemy troops at any time.
Let us occupy the local strength advantage, and then the superior army can easily annihilate the enemy."
"Then what if they abandon this ferry and cross the river from other places to go north?" the boy asked again.
"Our point is like a wooden thorn stuck in the waist of the Tarascans. The places within a five-day march are vaguely controlled by us, and their food routes are threatened by our amphibious and land forces at the same time. If
The Tarascans went north regardless, but once the food route was cut off, the Otomi people would have no food to save them."
"An army without supplies has no combat effectiveness." Avitt explained patiently, taking this opportunity to teach Shulot basic tactical skills.
"So, they have to pull out this thorn in our side?"
"If they really want to go north, they must capture our stronghold." Avitt nodded.
"If they look for an opportunity to secretly transport all 30,000 warriors across the river, we should not be able to defeat them." The young man carefully deduced the casualties on both sides. He believed that mathematics would not lie to him.
"Haha. If they can really transport all the warriors across the river, it will be difficult for us to win in a frontal battle." Avitt smiled slyly, "At that time, we will all hide in the camp and defend. This camp is prepared for holding on."
"If we are surrounded by thirty thousand warriors, the food in the camp will only last for a month." The young man was inexplicably worried.
"It would be great if all the 30,000 warriors of the Tarascans really crossed the river and surrounded the stronghold of the camp!" Avitt laughed. "The soldiers are under the fortress, with the river behind them and the enemy.
The fleet hinders transportation."
"At this time, Totec is still besieging the city of Otopan! He directly leads his army south, attacks internally and externally, and blocks the river with his fleet. Once these 30,000 Tarascan warriors are eliminated, the Tarascans will perish!" the commander said.
Guan smiled happily and looked forward to this future.
The young man nodded understandingly: "It turns out that the Tarascans are not sure of defeating us. Then why did they send troops?"
"In a war, who can be sure of defeating the opponent?" Avitt stopped laughing and became more serious: "It's just a matter of controlling the mountains and rivers, taking advantage of the situation, and then waiting for the opportunity."
"What is a situation?" the young man asked half-understanding.
"The situation. This Leman River, this mountain camp, is the situation! Relying on this river, the enemy's army will not be able to swarm up and take advantage of their numbers, and the boat division will interfere with the transportation of grain. Relying on this mountain stronghold, we can
Stand firm and use a small army against a large army, and you can also give full play to the power of bows and arrows."
"The situation in the mountains and rivers is to improve our army to play a greater role! Limit the enemy's army to play a smaller role!"
Avitt concluded confidently: "Not occupying this strategic location in advance was Suangua's biggest mistake."
"So, what are the Tarascans still doing on the south bank?" The boy thought for a moment, and then an idea flashed. "There must be a purpose for gathering so many troops and consuming so much food and grass."
Hearing this, the commander's pupils shrank slightly, recovering from the pride of the recent battle victory.
He put his hands behind his back and paced while thinking: "The Tarascans staying here can only have one effect, and that is to hold back our army."
Avitt clapped his hands suddenly: "It is very likely that this was their original purpose. The battle across the river was probably Suangua's impromptu idea after seeing me, an old friend!"
"It seems that although the Tarascans did not occupy the situation, they were waiting for the opportunity... So that's it!"
"What time?" The young man was a little curious.
"We will know soon." Avitt's eyes suddenly became dark, "Because the city of Otopan cannot delay for too long."
August arrived in a blink of an eye, and the rainy season ushered in its most enthusiastic season. The pouring rain formed a thick line in the sky, the swollen river flooded the previous ferry, and the camps on both sides completely calmed down.
Shulot quickly got used to a regular life: training, studying, teaching, researching, and meditating. Every day of his life is full of strength, and he is becoming the support of those around him. Confidence and perseverance are overflowing on his face, as if
Destiny and fighting spirit burn in my heart.
That evening, when he stood on the high hill again, looking at the boats in the distance, a small canoe suddenly leaned lightly against the new ferry, and a young man with simple clothes and a gentle face got out of the boat.
Shulot rubbed his eyes, almost thinking that he had seen it wrong.
"Akapu! Why are you here?" The young man strode forward, hugged his friend who grew up together, and asked happily.
"Wow, I haven't seen you for a year, Shulot, you have completely changed your appearance. Now you look like a leader." Akapu smiled slightly, with a gentle and jade-like smell.
"My coming here this time is a result of the previous agreement between the high priest and the king's brother." Akapu said seriously, "I also bring an extremely important news!"
