Chapter 194: Battle of Takuro Plains (Part 1)
January is the beginning of the new year, a day of celebration and sacrifice. From the beginning of the month, grand sacrificial ceremonies were held in various tribes in Mexico. In every peaceful village, priests sang and chanted, civilians sang and danced, and spent the end of the month together in celebration.
The descendants of gods and nobles in various states were not in the mood to sing and dance. They sent envoys to pay tribute, sent out low-key spies, asked passing merchants, and paid close attention to the war between the Leman River and the Talzas River. The two most powerful forces in the world are fighting the most massive and cruel war between the two longest rivers.
In distant rumors, there are 100,000 warriors fighting there, the deafening fight makes the birds flee and migrate, and the blood that gathers changes the color of the two rivers. And on the front line of fierce fighting, the nobles withered like flowers, the warriors fell like raindrops, and they were buried in the soil with ordinary civilians!
Hearing the news from afar, the nobles of various states were surprised and worried. The more practical impact is reflected in the markets of various city-states.
The alliance and the kingdom intercepted caravans and forcibly collected supplies. The defeated soldiers and bandits looted everywhere, and the merchants stayed away from the warring areas. This war has lasted for a long time. The market can no longer buy bronze from Tarasco, dried fish from the Mikancho Lake area, and medicinal herbs from the western mountains. The Mexica priests forcibly controlled the markets of the alliance states, and the grain and salt from the valleys also decreased significantly, not to mention the shields, cotton armor and sharp and fragile obsidian war clubs used in war.
Among all the news, the most unexpected was that the northern part of the Kingdom of Tarracos was lost, and the Mexica northern army approached the capital! The gods of the city-state leaders were shocked: "The Mexica people have the help of "God-given" weapons, and they are invincible all the way!" However, in more than half a year, the powerful Bronze Kingdom showed a clear decline and could not resist the attack of the Mexica people.
The leaders of various states talked about it. They knew very well that the outcome of this great war would determine the future of the entire world!
So, more envoys were sent out to connect with different states. More spies received orders to collect intelligence on the new weapons of the Mexica. As the pedestrians hurried, February came in a flash.
February is a good season for travel. The warm sunshine shines brightly, and the cloudless sky has no rain. The soil on the ground becomes dry, the branches and leaves of the bushes on the roadside are scattered, and the number of insects and ants is also scarcer than in the rainy season. Long-distance marches become easier, and the same is true in the flat Patzcuaro Lake area.
In the golden sunlight, "Feather" Penguari wears gold and silver clothes, wears a gorgeous feather crown on his head, and holds a noble scepter, shining like a messenger of the gods. He has a dignified appearance, a generous demeanor, unparalleled majesty, and an elegant and calm demeanor. Behind him is a gorgeous flag as high as four meters, held high by a flag bearer.
The brand-new flag is flying in the air. Judging from the shape, it is the prince's specification, and it is even more exquisite. On the front of the flag is a flying quetzal bird with slender and beautiful blue-green tail feathers. On the back is an abstract image of three gods with clear and bright blood-red eyes.
Under the protection of his personal guards, Peng Guali climbed a nearby hill and looked around with excitement. In his eyes, there was an endless marching column, a huge Lake District Army!
The Lake District warriors were full of fighting spirit, wearing patterned cotton armor, carrying copper spears, war clubs and shields, and heading to the capital with confidence. The militia gathered into loose groups, like a reunited ant colony. They took the village as a unit, and under the constraints of the militia captain, they carried the army's luggage, holding copper spearheads, stone spearheads, and even bone spearheads, and went eastward with a clamor all the way. At the end of the army, there were thousands of civilians carrying food and grass. They were recruited from nearby villages to maintain the logistics of the army.
This is a powerful lake army, with 10,000 Chapala warriors and 20,000 trained militias! The brave Chapala people are not comparable to the weak Patzcuaro people. They grew up in battle, resisting the Guamal dogs in the north, fighting with the harassing teams, suppressing the Tekos tribe in the west, and sweeping hostile settlements from time to time.
"This is an army to save the kingdom! And I am the leader of this army, today's "Feather" Prince, the future "Feather" King!"
On the hill, Penguari looked back with great enthusiasm. The tributary of Lake Chapala to the east ends here, and the convenient marching channel ends here. On the river, the small boats carrying grain are in sight, continuously delivering supplies from the rear. Along the tributary river, he has walked out of Sacapong, and also walked out of the protection of the mountains and fortresses, and may face the Mexica army at any time.
Thinking of this, Penguari frowned slightly, and the last encounter on Lake Yuriria was still vivid in his mind. However, fighting on land is not like fighting on the lake. The warriors can walk and hide freely. The nearby vegetation is not lush, and there is no fuel for the Mexica rockets to set fire.
He looked forward, and in front of him was a vast plain, with cultivated fields everywhere, and villages dotted on the fields. The traces of the past prosperity were vaguely visible, but now it was full of desolation and withering, with no human figures or cooking smoke. This is already the edge of the Patzcuaro Lake area, only five days away from the capital Qincongcan.
The fortress at the mouth of the river has been lost, so he doesn't have to support along the Leman River and risk encountering the Mexica navy. The area around Lake Quetzao is controlled by the enemy's fleet and is no longer safe. The latest messenger brought shocking news that the Mexica had even captured the fortress Huayamo and completely controlled the north of the capital.
Peng Guali thought carefully and repeatedly asked the scouts before he found the safest marching route. The army first went south to the tributary river connecting Lake Chapala, and then moved east along the river, all the way along the hinterland of the kingdom to the west of the capital. By acting like this, the army actually completely gave up its retreat from harassing the Northern Army of Mexico, but there was no need to worry about its own logistics.
"As long as I reach the capital and marry the former king's princess, I will be qualified to inherit the kingdom!"
Thinking of this, "Feather" Penggua showed a handsome smile, and his eyes sparkled with a bright look, which made people look forward to it. The surrounding family warriors also looked at the family head who was looking out from the hill with reverence.
However, not everyone admired the new prince. The higher the nobles are, the more they understand the whole story of the Lake Yurilia battle, the more this is the case.
Under the escort of dozens of personal guards, a richly dressed nobleman, wearing a sky-blue cloak and holding a bronze spear, came to the hill with a fierce expression. He glanced at the prince's flag behind Peng Guali with complicated eyes, curled his lips slightly, and then spoke loudly.
"Dear Feather, the frontline scouts discovered rising smoke and dust in the east, which should be traces of the march of the Mexica army! We must quickly form a team, take the initiative to attack, and prepare for a glorious war!"
The color inside Peng Gua was stagnant. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the noble man in front of him.
"Dear 'Sky' god Oanda, are you sure you have seen the Mexica army? These days, there are always some Mexica scouts blowing whistles and eagle cries nearby, but they are just the enemy's squad. This is located in the westernmost part of the Lake District. , is a full one or two hundred miles away from the Huayamo Fortress where the main force of the Mexicans is gathered! Is the Mexican army really appearing in the east? "
In Tarasco, Oanda means sky. For such a noble name, the family inheritance is not inferior to that of a feather, or even better!
In fact, this is indeed the case. The Sky family has a prominent position in the Lake Chapala area. Even with the title of Prince, Peng Guali is only the nominal supreme commander of the Lake District Legion. In his hands, he could only firmly hold 5,000 warriors and 10,000 militiamen. The blue-clothed nobleman Oanda in front of him has three thousand warriors and six thousand militiamen under his command. He is the second member of the Lake District Legion.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Oanda's mouth, as if with silent ridicule. Then, he actually taunted.
"Prince Feather, who is brave and good at fighting and never retreats to the death. You are familiar with the real battlefield and you must know that in this dry season and on this open plain, the trajectory of the army's movement cannot be covered. With the scale of our march, , the rising smoke covers the sky and can be easily seen by enemies more than ten miles away, or even farther away, so I don’t know why the prince wants to take a detour from the south and take these two unnecessary days.”
"And if the Mexicans want to attack us, they will definitely send an army of more than ten thousand people! Their actions cannot be concealed, and the smoke from the east will soon be seen here."
Having said this, Oanda, who had gone through the battle, looked east, calculated silently for a moment, and then continued to speak.
"'Feather' Pengguari, we have about six or seven quarters of an hour to prepare for the battle and form our army. Then in another two quarters of an hour, the two armies will officially engage in battle. We should launch the charge first, without giving Opportunity for the other party to make arrangements!”
Peng Guali was stunned for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and looked to the east. In the far east, you can indeed see the faint smoke and dust, approaching here. He once again thought of the power of the Mexica army, and the pride in his heart suddenly faded, showing hesitation on his face.
"Oanda, the army is always a little tired after marching for half a day. There are neither hills or hills to occupy the location, nor towns and fortresses to rely on. If you retreat more than ten miles, you will reach the river that has been traveling all the way. Relying on the river The navy can protect our left or right wing and respond to the commander at any time. Moreover, on the west side of the river, I remember there is a hill tens of meters high, which can occupy a good position."
Oanda listened with a sullen face, and the more he listened, the uglier his face became. Finally, he couldn't help but burst into anger and interrupted the legion commander's idea.
"Peng Guali! When the two armies meet, they can advance or retreat. They just leave life and death to the gods and concentrate on fighting! Elite warriors can move flexibly, how can these clumsy militiamen mobilize in front of the enemy? Once they are commanded randomly, the army will Collision is the result of defeat without a fight. Since you are lucky enough to become the commander, you must take up the responsibility of the commander and don't give ridiculous orders!
Cardinals and kestrels both have gorgeous plumage. The former is just chirping and showing off its power, and is afraid of the real wild wolf; the latter spreads its wings and soars in the sky, and bravely pounces on the black panther in the jungle! As a noble family in the Lake District, you must live up to your name and don't let the warriors of Chapala be shamed! "
Peng Guali's face turned green and red. He clenched the noble staff in his hand and almost waved it with all his strength. The last nobleman who dared to yell at him like this has become a prisoner of the Mexica people, and he does not know whether he will live or die! He looked at Oanda in front of him with a cold face, neither giving orders nor speaking.
Not far behind him, another nobleman wearing silver robes saw the two arguing and trotted over. With a spring-like smile on his face, he stretched out his hands at the same time, held the two commanders in his hands, and persuaded them with a smile.
"Supreme Prince of Feathers, respected Commander of the Sky, what you said makes sense! It is indeed safe to retreat more than ten miles to the rear, occupying the terrain and being invincible. But the Mexica are in front, and the number is still unknown. It is always a bit of a loss of morale to leave without a fight. The Lake District Army is so magnificent. Under the leadership of the two commanders, the warriors and militia are all confident of victory and eager for a glorious battle!
Seeing that the capital of Qincongcan is only a few days away, as long as the attacking enemies are defeated, there will be no obstacles ahead. At that time, everyone will be a hero who saves the capital! The nobles of Lake Chapala can finally be proud in front of the nobles of the capital, and even go further!"
Hearing the words of the white-clothed nobles, Peng Guali's expression eased slightly. He glared at Oanda fiercely, and the other party also knew that he was anxious just now and his tone was quite heavy. At this time, he also bowed his head slightly to show obedience and concession. Then, Peng Guali exerted a little force to break free from the arm that was held, and then smiled at the other party slightly.
"Respected 'Silver' Taikata, what you said is indeed reasonable. Let me observe the enemy's military strength!"
Taikata means silver, silver, implying the glory of the gods. This is another noble family name. Taikata is the third person in the Lake District Legion. He controls two thousand warriors and four thousand militiamen. He is very gentle and kind. Everyone gave him a face and maintained the superficial unity and harmony among the nobles of the coalition.
Then, the "Feather" commander pondered for a moment and asked the guards who were familiar with the terrain beside him.
"Where is this?"
"Respected Prince, this is the plain called Takuro between the Sakapubang and Patzcuaro Lakes."
"What does Takuro mean?"
"Takuro is a resting place, where birds fall from the sky. At first, this was a water meadow with lush water and grass. Later, the ancestors migrated, drove away the wild beasts, and after reclamation, it became a fertile field."
The guard quickly recalled and answered in a deep voice with his head down.
Hearing "birds falling from the sky", "Feather" Penguari frowned, which seemed to be a bad sign. This place might not be suitable for fighting.
Taikata observed the expression and immediately spoke with a smile.
"Chapala's eagles fell from the sky, tore the Mexica jaguars to pieces, and sacrificed them to the Mother Goddess of the Earth! The ancestors of Tarasco flattened the land in the lake, drove away the invading Mexica beasts, and reclaimed fertile fields! Prince 'Feather', this is a good sign! We will win this battle!"
Hearing this, "Feather" Penguari and "Sky" Oanda looked at each other and laughed at the same time after a moment. The two looked to the east, and the rising smoke was finally clearly visible.
At the end of the sky, the Mexica army gradually showed its traces, and the spears and war sticks flashed cold light. Soon, a series of military orders came from the hillock, and the Tarasco army began to stop on the spot, reorganized the formation, and the bright flags fluttered. At this point, the war is inevitable, and the epic begins!
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