Chapter 902: The smoke of the march, the prelude to another Western Expedition
"People from Tlaxcala? Eat our tortillas?!"
The sun is high and scorching. There is no winter on the Mexica Plateau, and the late autumn sunshine can still make people sweat. The leader of the field, Tai Shishan, had beads of sweat on his face, his eyes widened, and he stared at the inn in front of him.
Chang Luo, one-armed, shouted sternly.
"Lao Luo! This is the food of our village! The pancake of our village! Why should the people of Tlaxcala come to eat it?!"
"Taishan... This is a military crossing, a war! Marshal Kuruka, on behalf of His Majesty, issued the royal order for the Western Expedition! Full mobilization to attack the Chapala Lake area in the northwest... This time the expedition is going to take place.
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The postmaster Luo Duzhu stretched out his only hand and made the sign of "big" vigorously. His expression was serious and his tone was firm and could not be shaken.
"You know! In our kingdom, fighting comes first! When fighting, warriors come first! The marshal's scout ordered the logistics supply, so I must do it!
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Hearing the categorical words of the postmaster, the leader of the field, Tai Shishan, opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment. The Kingdom in the Lake was based on farming and fighting, and conquered the east and west, fighting every year. As a retired third-level officer
A samurai is very clear about the military requirements in wartime.
Everything in the kingdom's military machine operates for war! Without war, there would be no serfs, no enfeoffed land titles, and no upward path for ordinary civilians and tribal warriors!
Without war, hundreds of thousands of tribes that have recently surrendered will become unstable factors within the kingdom. If those warriors who are good at fighting in various tribes are unable to stand out, do not have the opportunity to be awarded military honors, and join the ruling class of the kingdom, they will
It is very likely that they will become bandits and rebels everywhere... Therefore, for the Kingdom in the Lake, the war will definitely not stop.
Although the leader of the field, Tai Shishan, did not understand these principles, he understood that the kingdom attached great importance to war. Once the war started, villages everywhere must serve the kingdom's army, and meeting the needs of the army was the first priority. Regardless of whether these armies were originally
The county's legion, the hometown militia, the army from other counties, and even some random Tlaxcala people.
"Damn it! Damn it, the Tlaxcalans, aren't they kidnapped serfs? Do such tribes also have legions?..."
The voice of the leader of the field, Tai Shishan, became smaller, but the anger on his face did not disappear.
"Witness the Lord God! Since I have led the team, I must keep my word! I have already promised to reward the teams with the hardest and best work with corn cakes! If I break my promise, how will I lead the team in the future?
These stupid turkeys!...Lao Luo, no matter what, you have to leave some tortillas for me!..."
"Ha! Of course Taishan and the Tlaxcalans have legions. Their warriors are very capable of fighting! We marched eastward and captured the mountains and valleys of the Tlaxcala tribe... There are many warriors who can fight.
!...When I was charging into the city with the divine power ball in my arms, the arrows on the opposite side were missed, just like heavy rain in the rainy season!..."
As a veteran of the Imperial Guard who had participated in the Eastern Expedition, the postmaster Luo Duzhi waved his hand vigorously. He was spitting, talking about the battlefield of the Eastern Expedition more than a thousand miles away, describing the excellent archery skills of the Tlaxcala people, and
Repeating his glorious experience of being injured. Although he is uneducated, he also knows a simple truth: if you can catch rabbits and eat them, it may be a cat or a jaguar. And if you can catch wolves and eat them, the only one is a jaguar...
Only the stronger the enemy, the more glorious it will be to defeat them!
"His Majesty made a decree last year to form an entire regiment of 8,000 people from the hundreds of thousands of captured Tlaxcala tribesmen in the two counties in the south! ... And today, a whole regiment will come, especially
La Scala Thousand Man Camp! I have to feed them first, there won’t be enough tortillas!…”
Speaking of this, the postmaster Luo Duzhu paused. He looked at the dissatisfaction on Tai Shishan's face, thought for a while, and suddenly came up with a solution.
"Witness the Lord God! Taishan, you just said that those who ask for corn cakes...are not to be full, but to reward those who do well?"
"Yes! I patted my chest and made a promise to them! If you do well, you will be rewarded..."
"Well...since it's a reward, wouldn't it be okay to switch it to meat? It doesn't have to be much, just one or two bites per person! I'm afraid the young men in the village haven't eaten much meat all year round..."
The postmaster Luo Duju blinked his eyes and looked at his clan brother.
"Luocang, take out the twenty or thirty kilograms of marinated meat you got from hunting and roast it... Oh no, stew a big pot of broth!... Don't worry, don't make it now! Wait for the Tlaxcala people.
Let’s do it after the battalion has passed, so as not to let those warriors smell it and cause any trouble..."
After giving instructions to his clan brothers, the postmaster Luo Duju looked at Taishi Mountain again, grinning "evil".
"Taishan, how about it? Two pieces of meat per person and a few sips of broth can make you fulfill your promise of rewards, right?"
"Ah this? Uh!... Praise the Lord! If there is broth, it is indeed enough! These stupid turkeys can't taste any meat all year round, they will only be happy..."
Upon hearing Luo Duju's arrangement, the leader of the field, Tai Shishan, was stunned. The anger on his face disappeared instantly, and he even felt a little embarrassed.
"But, uh... Lao Luo, this meat is your own... I took them to eat... that... money..."
"Haha! Praise the Lord God! It's nothing! Just treat it as my invitation to you!..."
The postmaster Luo Duzhi grinned, and the scars on his face were shaking "kindly".
"Since I am sealed here and adjacent to your village, I will have many opportunities to interact with you in the future! When my nephews and nephews come over and join the army, they will be treated as fellow villagers along with the samurai from your village.
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"That's right! Since you're sealed here, if you need any help from the village in the future, it's just a matter of words!"
Retired warriors from two kingdoms, one blind and one one-armed, laughed and chatted about past battles. They felt that they were so in tune with each other that they even considered themselves brothers.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sun is gradually setting in the west, and a large bowl of food is ready. On the newly built Sanhetu County Road in the south, dust is gradually rising. A group of running scouts first
When they arrived, they shouted a few words loudly in Nahua language with an eastern accent. Then, a large group of Tlaxcala warriors carried long bamboo bows, short spears as tall as a person, and wore brand-new paper armor.
Appeared in front of everyone.
This Trask warrior battalion does not belong to the newly formed Long Snake Corps, but is an additional archer battalion recruited as a long-range supplement to the First Long Lance Corps in Hekou County. Before they were recruited, they were still in the newly reclaimed farmland in the south.
Busy at work. When the order to recruit soldiers was sent to each flag corps, Tlaxcala Dinzhuang, who could almost shoot an arrow, participated in the selection.
"The days of opening up wasteland and farming in the south were really hard! During the busy farming season, we had to work in the fields. During the slack farming season, we had to cut down trees and build water channels. I was as tired as a bee all day long. I couldn't straighten my waist, but there was nothing wrong with it.
Hope...it's better to come out and fight for the divine king who inherited the 'Death Skull', and if you perform meritorious service, you will be awarded a title and land!..."
Faced with the strong Tlaxcala men who were eager to join the army, the kingdom's recruiting officer had to temporarily raise the standard: forty steps away, he aimed the Tlaxcala bow at the leather helmet in the army, and shot seven out of ten, and the bone arrow did not fall.
, to join the legion. And even with such strict standards, a thousand archers were selected. It seems that even after several selections, there are still many Tlaxcala warriors hiding in the tribe.
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In mid-October, a thousand Tlaxcala archers were recruited from the flag troops in various camps. Almost without stopping, they were led to Qin Congcan, the royal capital. They were put on new ones in the camp outside the royal capital.
Paper armor, bamboo long bow, and short spear for close combat.
Subsequently, a group of Mexica and Prepecha officers were transferred from the Gyeonggi Army and formally organized the archers of the Thousand Tribes into a Thousand-man Archer Battalion. The battalion commander of the Thousand-man Battalion was Oluo
Under Shi's command, the warrior captain from the Holy City is also one of the family warriors of the Holy City royal family, Aipei.
"Huh! God bless you! After driving for a long time, I can finally rest!"
Among the large group of Tlaxcalans carrying bamboo bows and wearing paper armor, a young leader wearing an eagle feather crown, carrying a fir long bow, and carrying the battalion's battle flag stood out. He was the battalion commander of the Thousand-Man Battalion.
, "Woodpecker" Ai Peck.
In the Mexican Federation, being named after a woodpecker is not a sign of irony. On the contrary, "woodpecker" has good eyesight and a beak as sharp as an arrow. It is an honorific title for an archer with excellent archery skills, which is roughly equivalent to
"Magic Archer". Among the Mexica warriors who advocate close combat and do not pay attention to archery, there are actually very few archers with such a name.
"Quick! Tell the stationmaster to bring up all the prepared food! ...Quick! Everyone hurry up! Eat everything and prepare it in an hour, and continue heading north!"
The woodpecker Aipei waved the war flag in his hand, pointed left and right, and moved vigorously and quickly. His voice was very loud, and his intonation was short and powerful, just like the "duh" sound of the woodpecker.
"Witness the Lord God! Hurry up! Hurry up! The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is the big festival for the expedition!"
"For this grand ceremony, the alliance's high priests even sent a fifth-level priest and elder to come! And the fourth-level chief priest of the kingdom's priesthood will also attend in person! The highest priests of the alliance and the kingdom are both here. I
You must arrive on time! No one can embarrass me! Hurry!…"
