Chapter 201 Post-War Summary (Part 1)

The relentless pursuit lasted for half a day, and the warriors ran with killing. The enemy militia was caught up in groups. They were either hit in the vitals and turned into cold corpses; or their hands were tied and they became prisoners of war. Only a few people could escape from the open lake plains, enter the rolling western mountains and forests, and then return to their hometown along the river.

Chapala's feathered army moved like the wind, turning dozens of miles. They boarded the small boats carrying grain, abandoned all the grain, and then tried their best to go downstream. The pursuing city-state warriors stopped by the river and sighed at the river. They captured the warriors who fell behind, collected precious grain and grass, hid the private spoils, and escorted the prisoners back.

Until the sunset fell from the sky, the bright red seeped into the earth, and the darkness flooded the battlefield, the day's fighting ended.

After the great victory, there were only three important military affairs. The first was to count the military exploits and reward the generals of each army. The second was to calculate the casualties, provide pensions and organize the army. The third was to deal with the prisoners and collect food and supplies. It is said to be three things, but they are often combined.

The army set up a camp at the edge of the battlefield and lit a bonfire at night. Shulot summoned all the generals in the army, drank light wine to celebrate, and then announced the summary of the battlefield.

"The Holy City Legion killed the general and captured the flag, which should be the first merit! Come, Olosh, my teacher. Drink this cup and cheer for your bravery!"

The young commander stood in the middle of the big tent. He held a pottery pot in his hand and poured wine himself to encourage the meritorious generals.

This is what it should be. As the most loyal direct line, the Holy City Legion directly faced the most tenacious central army of the enemy and also carried out the most courageous assault. They killed and wounded 2,000 enemy warriors, and their own casualties also reached 500. The legion commander Olosh led the way, killed the warrior leader of the Feather Family, broke the enemy's general flag, and was also the bravest of the three armies.

Olosh laughed, took the tequila water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Congratulations to His Highness! Since we have won the war, we will be able to march south soon! This time, the Western Expedition is invincible, and the Northern Army is feared by the world!"

Xuluot nodded with a smile. He poured another glass of wine and said solemnly.

"The artillery team fired several rounds, suppressed the morale of the central army, and defeated the two wings of the enemy army. This should be the second merit! Dozens of artillery craftsmen were promoted to warriors!"

After that, the young commander waved his hand. In the corner of the big tent, a craftsman representative came forward. His face was full of joy, but his feet were trembling. He first bowed his head and paid homage, then carefully took the wine glass and drank a few sips respectfully. Then, the craftsman half bowed and toasted the generals in the tent.

The generals nodded slightly, and most of them took a sip. Only Monkey and Ezepan, who led the militia, drank it all in one gulp to show their solemnity.

Xuluot was silent and saw everything.

After this battle, the artillery used its unquestionable power to shake the battlefield, allowing the low-status technical craftsmen to truly gain a foothold in the army. In addition to the traditional warriors and militia, the Mexica Corps has given birth to a new class, the technical craftsmen who operate firearms!

The young commander knows the general trend of the future development of firearms. He plans to set up a special artillery and military academy, personally establish the system and regulations, and cultivate this new force. As for the person in charge of the firearms unit, he must have a forward-looking vision and the ability to learn and explore. He is still thinking carefully.

"The God-blessed Corps broke into the enemy's right wing, and the sharp edge was irresistible. The temple guards went around the enemy and completely defeated the enemy. Natalie, Etalik, you are the third! Come, drink this cup together and celebrate the Lord God!"

The generals of the two religious legions saluted and came forward one after another, drinking a cup together. They praised in unison.

"Praise the Lord! The Lord protects and grants victory in this battle! Your Highness is a descendant of the Lord's beloved gods, destined to fly high like an eagle in the lake, and shine like the sun!"

Hearing this, the generals shouted together.

"Praise the Lord, the Lord favors His Highness! The sun shines on the world!"

The heroic shouts resounded throughout the tent, accompanied by the excitement! In the outermost corner of the tent, Izel of the western city-state was excited and joined the cheers of the generals.

Not far from His Highness, the young Orta looked gloomy, his movements were stiff, and he was at a loss. As the successor of the Sky Family who led the troops to surrender, His Highness treated him well and let him sit next to him. At this time, listening to the victory cheers of the Mexica generals and feeling the great fighting spirit of the people, Orta was like a young bird in the mighty eagle group, fearful, bowing his head and speechless.

Xuluot smiled, satisfied with the high spirits of the generals. The two religious legions attacked for two quarters of an hour and completely defeated the Silver Legion. The casualties of both armies were only more than a hundred people, and the morale remained high, ready to fight again.

Then, the young commander raised his glass again, smiled and spoke, and the generals instantly fell silent.

"The Spear Corps defeated the militia in front of the enemy and held back the warriors on both wings of the Chapala Corps, and also made outstanding contributions in the war! Kuluka, Ezpan, the Spear Corps was formed by you, and now it is finally of great use. I am very happy! You know, it is not easy to command troops, and it is even more difficult to train troops. Come! Drink this cup, and the generals will drink together to congratulate the two commanders!"

Kuluka stepped forward respectfully and slowly drank the wine poured by the prince, without a drop left. Then, he smiled and said.

"It is all thanks to your promotion that I can lead an army. Your Highness personally participated in the training of the new army and gave careful guidance. With this victory, the Long Spear Corps will have the confidence to fight all enemies for your Highness! Please let me toast your Highness!"

Xuluote raised his lips, patted "Monkey" on the shoulder cordially, and drank the toast.

Seeing that His Highness valued Kuluca, the generals were jealous and toasted one after another to congratulate the civilian-born, plain-looking legion commander. Kuluca responded with a smile. His sincere praise made people feel like spring breeze.

Then, Ezpan also came forward. He bowed deeply, drank the wine carefully, and then imitated Kuluca's behavior and toasted His Highness.

"Your Highness, you gave me new life and light, and you are the only sun in my heart! Please allow me to toast you and offer you eternal loyalty. The Tarasco Legion will fight for you, no matter who the enemy is!"

Hearing this, Orta raised his head and glanced at the surrendered general from the central part of Tarasco. The other party was wearing a Mexica battle suit, a sun god amulet around his neck, and an alliance warrior's armband on his arm. Except for the familiar accent in his accent, there was no trace of Tarasco on his body.

"I don't know which noble family he belonged to before he surrendered? Maybe I can give him some advice and ask him about the alliance."

Horta's eyes flickered, thinking seriously, observing the situation in the big tent more carefully.

Seeing Ezepan's toast, Xiu Luote was slightly startled. Then, he laughed loudly, accepted the other party's close gesture, and drank the wine as well.

In this battle, the 8,000-long spear legion proved the power of the spear formation. Facing the loose formation and only brave militia, they killed them effortlessly like cutting melons and vegetables. The front of the spear formation is extremely powerful. Even when facing the enemy's elite warriors, as long as the flanks and back are properly protected, they can also gain the upper hand.

"The spear formation should not be put into battle alone, but should be coordinated with friendly forces to cover the left and right soft ribs. The spear formation needs to be combined, separated, and even turned into a column when necessary. This requires more battlefield training! And as long as the spear formation is not broken up, the casualties of the soldiers will not be serious."

In the war, the 8,000-long spear legion has always been in a complete formation. They fought against militiamen and samurai successively, and faced javelins and arrow rain, but only lost more than 500 people. The distance advantage of dense spears was fully reflected in close combat.

"After this battle, the status of militiamen will be improved, and they will find the way to the future! As long as they cooperate strictly, militiamen who have been trained for half a year can still fight against samurai who have been trained for five years!"

Xiuluot thought with a smile. He glanced at everyone, thinking.

The performance of the generals can prove the problem. Kuluka is the prince's original follower, and he has always trusted him, so everyone showed goodwill. As for Ezepan, who personally formed a new spear army, many generals born in samurai families lacked interest, and even had obvious rejection, and were not as good as Natalie who had recently joined.

Seeing that the prince accepted the toast, Ezepan was happy. He followed Kuluka and raised his glass to the generals, but few responded. He raised his glass awkwardly and stood in the field, not knowing what to say for a while.

After a brief thought, Xiuluot stood up, walked to Orta and lifted him up.

The generals stopped persuading each other to drink and became quiet again.

"This is the head of the Chapala Sky Family, the eldest son of the warrior seen during the day! The Chapala warriors joined the alliance, and the Sky Legion surrendered to the Northern Army. I am very happy!"

Xiuluot looked at the uneasy Orta with a smile on his face.

"Orta, since you have inherited the name of the sky, you must be like your respected father! You must fight bravely and tenaciously, believe in the Lord God devoutly, follow the virtues of warriors, and be loyal to the great alliance! Remember, obey your father's last wishes, lead the army back to your hometown, and let the betrayed Feather Family pay the price!"

Hearing this, Orta was excited and touched. He thanked His Highness for praising his father, but he was panicked in his heart, but he couldn't speak fluently.

"Thank you... Your Highness... Loyalty... Towards the sun... Feather... Damn..."

Xiuluot observed the expression of the young head of the family and then smiled slightly. He turned sideways and smiled at Ezepan.

"Come, Ezepan. You are not far from Horta's hometown. Come forward and toast the Queen of Warriors with the wine in your hand!"