The night wind is mild and the bonfire is bright. The crowd sat around the fire pond in the Tribal Square, sitting in the open air, eating steaming food and discussing military affairs.

The food in the mountain city is not abundant, and the dinner party is naturally relatively simple. The staple food is fragrant tortillas, soft black bean puree, the non-staple food is roasted cactus, boiled beans and pumpkin soup, the rare meat is roasted turkey with spicy, and finally some seasonal fruits and slightly sweet water wine.

Giova took it upon herself to roast a turkey leg. He carefully smeared salt and spices, brushed some honey, and handed it to the king beside him respectfully. The king took it, took a bite, and immediately raised his brows with a smile on his face.

"Sweet and salty blend, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and not greasy in the mouth, but the heat is just right!"

Sherlot was wearing a loose robe and sat at the top of the table. On his left are the generals of the kingdom's lineage, the army commander Bertard, the black wolf Toltec, and the eagle Barda. On the right is the leader of the Otomi family, and at the front is the newly promoted Prince Giova, followed by the old priest Ort, and the two chiefs of Mespa and Chalky.

Obviously, everyone here is the real controller of the three states of Otomi. Tonight's banquet is also an actual tribal military meeting. Soon, everyone ate some staple food and drank some water and wine, then let go of their restraints and discussed the next military and political arrangements.

"In the current situation, the dog descendants are harassing the south, and spring ploughing in the mountain city is imminent. How much troops can each state mobilize? Do you want to go north for a quick battle or wait until after the spring ploughing? Everyone speaks out bluntly, tell me!"

Xiulott took a sip of wine and looked up at the splendid star river. Then, he put down the wine glass and looked at the crowd with a smile.

"His Royal Highness! There are 3,000 warriors in Palms State, ready to fight at any time! There are still many city-states in the north that are still standing. The army only needs to go north, attack from inside and outside, and it only takes half a month to defeat the Guaquili!"

The Great Chief Mespa was the first to stand up and salute the king, expressing his support for the quick northward battle.

When the state fell, the tribes fled, and the leaders of Palms retreated to their ancestral land with their family warriors and left them behind. Seeing that the spring ploughing was just around the corner, they gathered in the mountain city, without even a piece of land to stand on.

"Three thousand warriors, ready to fight at any time."

Shulot nodded slightly. Palmsbon was lost very quickly, and only more than 3,000 people retreated. Although the number of these three thousand Pams warriors is not large, their fighting will is reliable enough. They were able to fight to the death in order to recover their homeland. Coupled with their familiarity with the terrain, they can serve as the vanguard or surprise soldiers of the army.

"Your Highness, there are also dogs in the north of Guamare State. At this time, the spring ploughing is just around the corner, and even if the leaders try their best to respond, they can only mobilize three thousand warriors..."

Hearing this number, Shiloh frowned slightly, and Mesper was full of anger. Chalkey hurriedly continued to explain.

"However, if we can wait until the end of spring farming, Guamarebang will be able to mobilize 5,000 warriors as early as the end of June!"

Shuluo nodded. The figures here are all soldiers, not including the militiamen who transported grain and guarded roads. And listening to what Chalky meant, Guamarebang hoped to play after the spring ploughing.

The king thought for a while, then looked at Giova again.

"Brother, Ottopan Shancheng completely complies with your will, no matter before or after spring ploughing, you can fight at any time! Apart from the garrisoned troops, Shancheng can mobilize 8,000 warriors and 12,000 militiamen!"

Hearing Giova's words, the king was a little surprised. Although after two years of gathering, Otto Pampang's population is estimated to be only about 200,000. This number of troops is almost the limit that Shancheng can mobilize, and it also proves that Giova completely controls the ancestral land.

"good!"

Shirot smiled and patted Giova on the shoulder. In this way, one to twenty thousand Otomi warriors can be assembled, as well as the same number of militias. He looked at the generals on the left, Bertard's face was calm, and Barda was eager to try. Toltec stood up directly and begged for his life.

"Why do you need to mobilize the army to affect this year's spring ploughing? The canines are just scurrying agouti, completely vulnerable! Your Highness, my black wolf Toltek is willing to lead the army! As long as you give me 5,000 elites, I will definitely be able to hit the ground running. Their lair, crush them all!"

Hearing this, the king nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the confident love general and laughed loudly.

"Haha! Black Wolf, I can trust your bravery! I'll give you five thousand..."

"Your Highness, I have some advice to say!"

The old priest Alt had been silent for a while, but at this moment he suddenly opened his mouth.

Shiloh paused, glanced at the solemn old priest, and nodded with a smile.

"Priest Oort, you are the elder in the table, please speak directly!"

Hearing this, the old priest straightened up, his expression was firm, and his voice was loud.

"His Royal Highness, we Otomi people are based in the north and have been at war with the canines for hundreds of years. The priests have been collecting their information, and they are most familiar with their habits. The wasteland canines have always lacked restraint and impulsive personality. Tribal warriors are usually disciplined and undisciplined. They are not good at battle. Although their bow skills are extremely delicate, they lack sharp arrows and good bows. In a head-to-head battle, the more troops the Dogs gather, the worse the average combat effectiveness will be!"

"Oh? The more troops you gather, the worse the average combat effectiveness will be..."

Hearing this, Shulot's expression moved. He thought of some familiar stories.

"However, Your Highness, you must not despise the canines for this! The canines are good at rushing, they can run fifty or even hundreds of miles a day, and they are the best light soldiers in the world! They are cruel by nature and are accustomed to abandoning the weak or injured of the same clan. You can eat anything, and the logistics requirements are not high..."

Alter stopped when he said this, but the generals knew it in their hearts. The old priest looked at the frowning crowd and continued to speak in a deep voice.

"The Guaquili dogs in this southern invasion belong to dozens of different tribes. Their tactics are flexible, easy to defeat, but difficult to kill! Once the war goes bad, the dogs will flee according to the tribe. But these The tribe collapsed and did not disperse, and after the soldiers fled lightly to the distance, they would soon gather again to harass one side."

"And when the canines act according to the tribe and avoid large-scale frontal combat, their advantages of flexible fighting will be reflected to the greatest extent! Raiding, guerrilla, looting, sneak attack... Guaquili are small-scale A fighter, a natural hunter!"

Speaking of this, Oort's eyes widened and he looked at the black wolf with his head held high.

"General Black Wolf, your bravery is famous all over the world, and I have always admired it. But even if you lead thousands of elites to defeat the tribal coalition forces of the dog descendants in World War I, how much damage can you really cause? If dozens of Guajili tribes escaped If you don't fight, you can flee to different directions, and you can travel nearly a hundred miles day and night. How do you go after them? You must know that the former leader of the mountain city, Auquili, encountered an ambush arrow while chasing and killing the defeated soldiers. And die..."

"O'Quilly? How does he compare to me?! I'm a black wolf..."

Toltec glared angrily. He was about to retort loudly, but when he saw His Highness wave his hand to him, he obeyed and immediately fell silent.

Shirot shifted his gaze to the white-haired old priest.

"Priest Oort, your suggestion is to fight after spring ploughing?"

"Exactly, Your Highness. If you want to expel the dog descendants who invaded from the south, it is useless to defeat them. You can only concentrate and surround them with heavy troops, kill a large number of soldiers, and capture Ding Zhuang; or let them have no food to eat and can only kill each other and starve to death. !"

The eyes of the old priest became deep, and there was a dash of chill in his voice, which made everyone shudder.

"Besieged by heavy troops, no food to eat?..."

Shiroute was thoughtful. He glanced at Bertard.

"Samurai chief, how much food do the Guaquilis have?"

"According to the scout's intelligence, large tribes of Guaquili have been looting for months, and there is no shortage of food for the time being. They have enslaved thousands of Otomi and Pams and are clearing fields for spring ploughing. Many ordinary tribes are Still lacking food, still looting everywhere."

Hearing the thousands of Otomi enslaved, the old priest's expression dimmed slightly, then hardened again.

"His Royal Highness, the large tribes of the Guaquili people are able to reclaim their fields, and they must have enough grain in their hands, and the grain should be able to last until October. These reserves must have reached their limit!"

"At this time, if a large army is assembled to go north, the Guaquili people are likely to give up the spring ploughing, temporarily retreat to the northern wasteland, avoid fighting without fighting, and guerrilla with the army. If the war drags on for a long time, the spring ploughing in the mountain city will be completely delayed, and the food supply will also be delayed. It can get long and dangerous."

"Avoiding war and guerrilla, the food route is long?"

Shirot raised his brows. If the war goes like this, things will get tricky. The Spaniards of later generations suffered from the guerrilla guerrillas of the Guaquili tribe. Even though they possessed the weapons and organizational advantages of one or two eras, they still suffered heavy losses in guerrilla warfare and were helpless.

"Yes, Your Highness. The eagles in the sky will not attack easily, they will hit! Now, we should concentrate our forces to defend against the plundering of the dogs, and then clear the border villages, shrink the peasants in the four fields, and protect the surrounding mountains and cities. Spring ploughing! Guaquili will settle down if they can't loot their food and are not threatened. But when they sow their crops and put their hopes on this year's spring ploughing, they will be fettered by the land they are cultivating. !"

The king nodded slowly. The common milpa farming is extensive planting and thin harvesting, and even if there are high-yielding crops, it is usually only "plant one and harvest ten". And with the farming techniques of the dog descendants, it is probably only possible to "plant one and reap eight". In order to ensure sufficient harvest, it is necessary to cultivate a large area of ​​land and invest a lot of grain.

"When the grain grows into young crops, and the grain is gradually exhausted, the dogs will be more and more bound by the land, and it will be difficult to leave. Therefore, in August and September before the harvest, it is the time when the dogs are most short of food. This is the time when they are most unable to abandon their fields, and it is also when we launch a decisive battle! They cannot avoid it!”

Speaking of which~lightnovelpub.net~, the old priest had his back straight and his head held high. He swung his arms down suddenly, roaring like a woodchuck.

"His Royal Highness, after the spring ploughing, mobilizing in July and dispatching troops in August is the best opportunity! Let the invading dogs die in front of the farmland that is about to be harvested!"

Shirot stared at the old priest, at his reddened eyes, and at his pale hair.

Sending troops in August means that in order to completely wipe out the canines, abandon the captured Otomi civilians in the north, and abandon most of the nobles who are still guarding. Is this choice worth it?

"As long as the cocoa lasts, no matter the weeds turn to ashes..."

The king sighed in his heart, but nodded solemnly on his face, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Olt, just as you said! Wang Ling, the warriors are preparing for battle: defending important places and defending against dog-born robbery; fortifying the walls and clearing the fields, and retreating to border villages. Spring ploughing in May and June, mobilization in July, and August The moon sent troops north, and killed the dog in the first battle!"

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