The army moved all the way west, and the Otomi people retreated one after another. Three days later, when Shulot arrived at the third mountain camp, he saw a busy construction site in front of him.
Kuruka had already occupied the camp and was directing the warriors to repair the damaged fence. The Otomi people hurriedly evacuated when they saw the vanguard warrior group from a distance, and set a fire in the camp before leaving.
Kuruca did not chase the fleeing militiamen. He arranged for the warriors to put out the fire quickly, and then simply repaired the damaged fence. Everything was in order, and he was indeed a veteran in engineering. Of course, he was able to put out the fire quickly because there was nothing to worry about in the camp.
Burnt.
"Priest Commander, when we arrived at the camp, it was already empty. There was nothing left. Not even a moldy tortilla was found! In this situation, even the rats in the warehouse would starve to death and shed tears."
Kuruka gave a wry smile and expressed his amazement at the Otomi people's foraging ability.
"No, there won't be any rats in the warehouse." Shulot looked around the warehouse and made a joke. "Because all the rats were caught and eaten by the Otomi!"
The young man became more and more certain that the Otomi people were in their most difficult moment. Hunger was tormenting them all the time, at least for the Otomi militiamen.
After a brief inspection of the camp, Shulot asked Kuruka's vanguard to stop working and rest. In particular, the thousand warriors led by Barda must conserve their strength and prepare for a sudden attack in battle.
The young man thought for a moment, and then he scattered the two hundred precious Holy City Jaguar soldiers first and used them as scouts and vanguard soldiers in the mountains and forests. In military operations, the first task is to detect the fog of war and understand the enemy's intelligence. The sentinel to detect military intelligence is
The most important thing is to invest the most elite troops.
He ordered these elite battle groups to be cautious and form teams of ten to cover each other. Prioritizing their own safety, he then spied on the intelligence of the second camp, and finally searched for the three thousand scattered city-state warriors in the mountains and forests.
Then, Orosh led the warriors of Teotihuacan to simply repair the outermost fence of the camp. When Bertard's rear army arrived, Xiulote ordered the four thousand vanguard troops to set off immediately.
The young man handed over the complicated follow-up work to the experienced warrior captain. Let him continue to repair the camp, search for traces of friendly troops, arrange Bergire's militia, reserve food and establish food routes.
Then, Shulot commanded more than 600 guards and Orosh's 3,000 troops, followed the forward, and rushed towards the second camp.
The Chinese army marched westward for two days, and military intelligence gathered like water along the way. Scouts found traces of a large group of Otomi people. Two thousand Otomi warriors and 4,000 militiamen were under siege, and the second camp in the west was still holding on.
The number of troops in the camp is unknown.
Shulot then regained command of the vanguard and ordered the warriors to quickly tighten their formation and march secretly. When the sun rose to the middle, bright sunlight once again shone on the forest path, and he heard the loud cry of the eagle again.
Orosh next to him translated: "The enemy is in the west, less than half a day away, and the specific actions are unknown."
Shulot no longer hesitated. He had superior troops in hand and should not fight a chaotic night battle. He immediately summoned Barda.
"Your thousand warriors unloaded all the marching supplies, rested for two quarters of an hour, and then quickly attacked to the west. The Jaguar warriors will give you guidance, don't stop, don't care about the miscellaneous soldiers, just stick to the opponent's warrior camp! Ku
Lucca’s three thousand men will arrive soon.”
"Barda, you are a brave Mexica warrior, don't let me down!" Hulot looked majestically into Barda's eyes and held his hand tightly.
Barda's face flushed. He knelt down on one knee, letting the young man tower over him, lowered his head and made a loud promise.
Two-quarters of an hour later, Barda carried a shield and a big stick on his back, and a thousand assault warriors set off immediately. Kuruka's three thousand warriors followed closely behind.
Shulot was certain that the Otomi people had already heard the news about the legion's westward march, and they were now like prepared rabbits, fleeing into the mountains and forests at the first sign of trouble.
A 1,000-sized commando team can hide as much as possible in the mountains and forests, get close to a sufficient position, launch a charge, and hold off the enemy's warriors. When the subsequent 3,000 warriors arrive, the opponent will have no choice but to die in battle or surrender.
Orosh looked at Shulot and smiled happily. A moment later, the three thousand warriors of the central army took the forward's marching rations and supplies and headed west, also fully armed.
Half a day later it was evening, the sun was setting slightly in the west, smoke was rising from a distance, and the Otomi people were lighting a fire to cook. As usual, two thousand warriors gathered on the safer inside, while four thousand militiamen were scattered on the outside.
Occasionally, loud eagle cries were heard in the forest. The militiamen outside looked to the sky, but saw nothing.
The militiamen were not in the mood to observe carefully. Anyway, some sentries were arranged outside. They were worried about daily food. The Mexica camp opposite was short of food, and the Otomi people here were also short of food.
It has been two weeks since the siege of the camp, and the militiamen have dug up and inspected all the wild fruits, vegetables, rats, rabbits and insects nearby. Now they can only suffer every day, waiting for the noble warriors to give them some grains and add some
The leaves were boiled into a gruel, so that everyone could barely survive.
Under the command of the Otomi warriors, the militia launched several attacks, but each time they were repelled by the three hundred Mexica warriors in the camp with thousands of militiamen. The attack suffered heavy casualties but had no obvious effect. Testing
After a dispute, the warriors of Otomi did not go into battle in person, but simply sealed off the camp and waited for the Mexica to break out.
There was another loud eagle cry, and inside the camp, a Mexica warrior about thirty years old raised his head and stared at the eastern sky. The warrior had a handsome face, a pair of melancholy eyes, but there was something about the corners of his mouth.
A seemingly innocent smile.
He should be the warrior captain of the camp. Beside him, there were several warriors. The warriors were plainly dressed, with haggard and thin faces, and obvious signs of hunger.
"Paramo, what are you looking at? Alas, although there are many birds in the sky, we can't catch them and they can't be turned into meat in our stomachs."
A middle-aged samurai was joking. Although he was hungry, he seemed to be in good spirits.
The melancholy warrior captain smiled slightly and recited in a poetic voice:
"I'm looking at that eagle. She's hiding in the sky a few hundred meters high, in the clouds. She's hiding in a very, very far away place. She can't be found. But I know that she's hiding in the woodland a few hundred meters away.
Here, you have come quietly, on the ground and among the trees, bringing the sound of death."
The warriors gathered around sighed helplessly. The captain was probably hungry, so he started to read some poems that no one was interested in. No matter how many poems he read at this time, it would not be as satisfying as a full meal.
After reading the poem, Paramo's face became serious and he loudly ordered: "The reinforcements have arrived! Launch the elite militia, and the warriors are ready to go out to fight at any time!"
The warriors looked at each other, then bowed their heads and obeyed the order, and quickly mobilized the militia in the camp.
After the eagle cried, another two quarters of an hour passed. The warriors murmured doubtfully, wondering if the captain had lost his brain due to hunger. At this moment, groups of Mexican warriors suddenly rushed out from the forest. They held their shields high.
, with his war club hanging low, led by the sturdy Barda, he suddenly inserted himself into the group of Otomi's militiamen and pounced directly on the warriors who were eating in the middle.
Páramo also shouted an order, and the camp door suddenly opened wide. Surrounded by several warriors, he rushed towards Otomi's warriors from the other side, and three hundred emaciated Mexica warriors also attacked at the same time.
Behind them were two thousand shouting Stone Spear militiamen, holding back the Otomi militiamen on the opposite side.
Encountering Barda's surprise attack, the five hundred Otomi warriors on guard at the outermost edge quickly attacked. The fifteen hundred warriors began to prepare, and then were suddenly caught off guard by the three hundred warriors of Paramo. Barda did not respond to the attack.
The five hundred warriors outnumbered the entanglement. He sent out three hundred men to meet them, and the large group of warriors slightly deflected and collided with the chaotic main force of 1,500 Otomi from the side.
The warriors of Mexica and Otomi soon fought together. The commander of Otomi tried his best to reorganize his team several times, but was interrupted by the charge of Barda. The fierce warrior roared angrily.
Seeing a large group of Otomi warriors gathering, he led dozens of people and charged forward.
Balamo found an advantage and brought more than a hundred warriors with him, closely following Barda, breaking up the Otomi people time and time again, preventing them from forming a battle formation and separating their front and rear ranks.
The militiamen from both sides also fought together. Compared to the warriors, the hungry militiamen fought more gently. The large groups of militiamen gathered in groups, and then shouted to each other. They waved stone spears and wooden spears, slowly approached each other, and then
Bloody holes were poked in the soft bodies on the opposite side, until one side couldn't bear it anymore, scattered backwards, and suddenly collapsed. Another group of militiamen moved over to take over the fighting position, and the two sides struggled again.
The battle between the militiamen was not fierce, but because there was no armor, the casualties on both sides were not small. The battle lasted for less than two quarters of an hour, and three to four hundred militiamen on each side were injured, and the team was in disarray.
The warriors on both sides each died a hundred people in battle. With the efforts of Commander Otomi, the chaotic 1,500 warriors finally gradually formed three phalanxes of 500 people. One phalanx barely blocked Barda, while the other
A thousand warriors in two phalanxes were ready to encircle and concentrate their forces to quickly eat the 300 people of Paramo first.
Seeing the Otomi people surrounded on all sides, the Mexica warriors roared and prepared to fight to the death. Amid the roars, a discordant low recitation could be heard vaguely.
Paramo sighed softly. Seeing that something was not going well, he stood melancholy in the middle of the military formation, protected by the shields of the warriors, looking at the setting sun in the west.
"We passed the fields where the corn had fallen, we passed the setting sun, and we walked slowly to the destination without the urging of others... The battlefield made me tremble and get cold, because my clothes were just gauze, how could I resist,
The coldness of approaching death..."
Fortunately, powerful bows and arrows have not been widely used on the battlefields of Central America. Páramo did not have to worry, as countless bows and arrows focused his fire during his poetic chants. He waited quietly, and then a continuous stream of fire came from the east.
roars, and the excited cheers of the Mexican warriors.
Kuruka's three thousand direct warriors finally appeared at the edge of the forest, and then rushed towards the interlaced battle formations in the middle without hesitation. The commander of Otomi slightly estimated the number of Mexica reinforcements, and let out a long sigh of helplessness.
The thousand warriors who surrounded Páramo quickly moved and withdrew directly to the mountains and forests to the west. Then the sharp conch sound sounded, and the morale of the other thousand Otomi warriors in the battle was shaken. They fought while gradually retreating. The battle entered a pursuit of death.
A new stage in the drive north.
Páramo sighed helplessly. Before he finished reading his poem, his melancholy mood disappeared all of a sudden, and he had no inspiration anymore. He had no choice but to wave his war stick to the west, and the three hundred warriors bit the Otomi and retreated.
tail, chasing after him.
No one paid attention to Otomi's militia for the time being. The recruited village soldiers looked at each other and fled in all directions. Before leaving, the militiamen did not forget to take away as much food as possible from the camp. They will definitely not return next.
Instead, the Western army embarked on a long road home to find their family members who were still alive. If they were lucky enough to find their family members, they could consider how to survive the famine winter.
The Mexica militiamen did not pursue the Otomi militiamen. They gathered into small groups and used simple stone spears to try to capture the living armored Otomi warriors. As long as they could capture a real warrior alive, the militiamen could
They will be rewarded with food and cotton cloth. If they are strong and brave enough, they will have the opportunity to be promoted to the most basic young warriors, thus opening a channel for class advancement. This is also the only opportunity for farmers in Mexico to change their destiny!
When Kuruka's three thousand direct warriors joined the battle, the one thousand Otomi warriors who had retreated with difficulty quickly collapsed, and the tight formation was scattered, and then in an instant they were submerged in the wave of Mexica warriors. The original orderly
The other thousand Ottomi warriors who retreated no longer hesitated. They left behind the two hundred tails entangled by Paramo, threw away their heavy war clubs and wooden shields, and quickly disappeared into the forest with only the short blades they carried.
middle.
The brilliant sunset reflected the final struggle on the battlefield. Soon, the darkness took away the afterglow of the setting sun, and also took away the killings in the world. The warriors in the vanguard raised bonfires, opened the gates of the camp, and welcomed the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army.
Shulot wore a helmet and calmly faced the generals who greeted him.
Kuruca knelt down respectfully: "Dear priest commander, under your command, we won a brilliant victory, leaving behind a total of 1,200 Otomi warriors, including more than 900 prisoners.
! In addition, more than 600 Otomi militiamen were captured. About 150 warriors of our army were killed and about 300 to 400 were injured."
Shulot smiled and expressed that he was very satisfied with the result of this battle. He patted Kuruka's shoulder affectionately, and then lifted him up from the ground with both hands.
Kuruca stood up, bowed his head in salute, and then reported: "Priest Commander, I just checked the rations of the Otomi warriors. They eat sweet potatoes and pumpkins that are easy to hunger. It seems that there are no tortillas to eat.
"
Shurot nodded, as expected. He praised Kuruca, "It's really meticulous!" and then looked at Barda next to him.
Barda stood tall and proud, his face full of pride. In this battle, he attacked five or six times, and suffered seven or eight minor wounds on his body. He undertook the most difficult task, suffered the most casualties, and achieved the greatest results.
. Under his assault, the Otomi people were constantly broken up and fought independently, unable to establish effective command at all. They were also unable to form a formation and advance and retreat in an orderly manner.
Hulot laughed loudly. He recalled the heroic stories in his memory and praised loudly: "Barda, you are a real warrior and the courage of our Mexica people!"
Then the young man stepped forward in person, took Barda's hand, and gave him an obsidian dagger inlaid with gems. Speaking of which, this dagger was one of those extra gifts given to him by the Otomi envoy during the siege of Xilotepec.
One. Now it is given to Barda.
Barda happily accepted the gift and formally saluted Shulot. Then he directly pinned the exquisite dagger to his waist and showed it to everyone carelessly.
Shulot smiled slightly and continued to look at Paramo who was kneeling on one knee.
"You are the samurai captain of the camp? What is the current situation in the camp?"
"Yes! Dear commander, I am Paramo, the warrior captain of the camp, and I am willing to serve you! There are currently three hundred warriors, nearly three thousand militiamen, and five days of food for three thousand people in the camp."
Páramo raised his head, revealing a thin and handsome face.
It seems that the camp is indeed on the verge of running out of food. If there is no rescue, these warriors and militiamen will all die here.
"Paramo, do you have any news about the first camp Kasar?"
"The Otomi people's blockade is too tight, but judging from the intensity of the attack on our camp, Commander Kasar is still holding on. He collected food from the second camp three weeks ago, and he should be able to hold on for another ten days!
"
Xiulote nodded in approval. He was proficient in numbers and military affairs. He was a good talent. Then he carefully looked at the warrior in front of him. Although the warrior was neatly dressed in armor and carrying weapons on his back, he always seemed to have the temperament of a poet.
"This time you left the camp in time and entangled Otomi's samurai group, which made a great contribution! Is there anything you want?"
Paramo's eyes were bright and twinkling. He looked at Shulot's priestly attire, the young man's stature, and the beast helmet that covered his face, then peeked at the respectful postures of the generals, and finally took a look at the people coming from behind.
Samurai Legion.
"I am a civilian warrior and I don't have a surname yet. Please give me a surname, Commander-in-Chief!"
Xiulote's face was calm, but his heart was stunned. He looked at Paramo's melancholy eyes again. This kind of poet's temperament appeared in a warrior, which seemed very special. This warrior had a quick mind.
It is quite decisive and can be taken with you for observation.
"You said your name is Paramo? A desolate plateau without trees?"
"Yes! The commander is knowledgeable."
The young man pondered slightly, Paramo, and the past memories came to mind again. After standing in silence for a long time, he said with emotion:
