The afternoon sun penetrated the clouds after the rain, projected on the wet wasteland, and transpired a touch of water vapor. Summers in the northern plateau are always dry, and without the accumulation of plants, the moisture on the soil surface usually does not hold for long. And water is the most precious resource.

Only where streams and springs flowed could crops be grown, tribal populations be fed, and large armies flowed. For thousands of years, the fighting in the north has always revolved around water sources. The blood nourishes the fertile soil by the river, and makes the rare green even more vivid.

Thousands of Mexica legions marched across the dry land, raising smoke and dust that could be seen from afar. The high wolf flag fluttered in the center of the army formation, and Shulot was wearing a solid middle armor and marched forward in the **** of the bronze armored army. He looked around, the faces of the guards were flushed red by the sun, and fine beads of sweat ooze out. He looked behind him, the legion was walking all the way, and countless sweat dripped on the wasteland, and quickly evaporated, leaving only a little white grain.

The army marched for many days with perseverance and traveled more than 300 miles. The scenery along the way was like the same ink painting. The open road in the northern wasteland is endless, only the towering peaks of the east are gradually falling behind. Soon, the red sun was low, and today's march came to an end. The warriors found a small stream with a little more plants to camp and hurry up to fetch water for cooking.

"Bottard, it seems that the biggest difficulty in fighting in this northern land is not the dog, but the long food route and the dry land!"

The king raised the kettle and poured several mouthfuls of cool, light salt water. He let out a contented sigh before looking around with emotion.

A shallow stream flows down from the Sierra Madre in the east, and it flows here with difficulty, finally adding some vitality to the earth. Around the stream, yucca is blooming season. Tall flower spikes stretched out from the sword-shaped leaves, and the white flowers bloomed brilliantly on the flower spikes, like white bells. There are a few small dots crawling on the white bell. Sherlot moved forward curiously, but there was the same white yucca moth, busy pollinating the flowers.

At this time, the sun sets in the west, and the red sunset glows through half of the sky. The sky is splendid, the mountains are undulating and majestic, the plateau is vast and boundless, and the fragrance is fragrant, and the flowers are blooming in front of you!

The king stopped and watched silently for a long time, a kind of pride of conquest welled up in his heart.

"The plateau is vast and the mountains and rivers are picturesque. The north is boundless, but I don't need to build a Great Wall, just hold them all in my hands!"

Hearing the king's declaration, Bertard stood silently behind His Highness without taking off his armor. When His Highness looked again, he smiled and spoke with a hint of exhortation.

"His Royal Highness, this march is actually not difficult. There are many rivers coming from the mountains in the east, and the local Otomi guides show us the way and the source of water. The really difficult march is to cross Palms and enter Guaqui The old lair of the Liren, the Kolavea wasteland with a radius of 2,000 miles! The water source there is more scarce, the supplies are more scarce, and the terrain is complicated and there is no guide, any large-scale march is a disaster of death!"

Hearing this, Shilot was stunned and sighed slightly.

The Colavea Wilderness is the birthplace of the Guaquilis, and further north is the later U.S.-Mexico border, New Mexico and Texas.

In Shilot's vague memory, although Kolavea was extremely dry, it was the mining center of North Mexico. There are not only large gold and silver deposits, but also huge open-pit coal mines and open-pit iron mines whose exact location is unknown. Just with the logistical capabilities of this era, it is simply an impossible task to travel two thousand miles north to the wasteland to develop the minerals of Kolavea.

"Bottard, I understand what you mean! This piece of land is barren and barren, and it is too far away from the Mexica Union. There is no way to occupy it at this time, nor is it worth occupying. The purpose of this northern expedition is to fight the Guaquili. , kill their warriors, plunder their mouths, and destroy the tribal alliance that destroys the dog-born! Large-scale military operations of the coalition forces will be limited to Palms!"

After marching for more than ten days, the king witnessed the desolation and vastness of the northern land with his own eyes, and once again clarified the goal of the northern expedition. The northern land is infinitely vast, and without fast-moving cavalry, it is impossible to control it. And once you have horses, the northern dog breeds will become the confidants of the empire. Everything has to be laid out in advance, and the chess pieces are dropped early. In places where the Legion cannot reach, only trade and religion are the keys to check and balance the north.

"Have all the captured prisoners been shipped to the south?"

Shirote pondered for a moment and asked.

The army has now completely entered the territory of Palms State, more than three hundred miles away from the mountain city. As the three-way army swept away, the frontline news continued to come. More than a dozen ordinary tribes of the Guakili were destroyed by the coalition, and more than 15,000 canine tribes were wiped off the map. According to the figures reported by the samurai, more than 3,000 canine warriors were killed, and more than 8,000 young men and women were captured, while the casualties of the coalition forces were only a few hundred.

"His Royal Highness, the more than 8,000 people captured in succession have been escorted by the Otomi militia who transported grain to the mountain city in the south. Then, General Kuluka will arrange the follow-up itinerary and transport them through Leman. The river will be sent to the hinterland of the kingdom. In the end, Marshal Orosh will personally assign the canines who can farm to the nobles and samurai who can cultivate the fields according to the roster."

Bertard explained in detail. Guakili warriors have always been unruly, and in the process of attacking the tribe, most of the senior red-haired warriors died or fled. Therefore, most of the Guaquili captives were ordinary tribesmen, and their destination was to become serfs of the kingdom. Only a small part of the surrendered Guaquili warriors will be absorbed by the legions of the kingdom after they have truly converted to the main god.

In fact, according to the level of hatred of the Otomi people, when fighting the Guaquili, there is almost no life left. However, the king gave strict orders and provided the prisoners with food consumption, and all the Otomi legions knew about the sacrifice tradition of the Mexicas, so they obeyed and handed over the prisoners. In order to appease the hearts of the warriors of Otomi, Shulot screened out the chiefs and headmen of the dog tribe, and sacrificed them to the supreme **** in front of the generals.

Shuluo nodded. He looked not far away, and a desolate village was located upstream of the stream. It was already dinner time, and there was no smoke from the cooking in the village, nor was there any movement in sight. Only vague bones are exposed around the village, and Otomi costumes are scattered nearby.

"All the way, Palmsbon is completely broken, and I don't know how many years it will take to restore..."

Bertard shook his head~lightnovelpub.net~ He had heard the scout's report and knew the cruelty of the dogborn. The canines are brave and ruthless, the strong are respected, and they don't even care about the life and death of the old and weak of the tribe, so how can they care about the life of the Otomi people? The surviving population of Palms State may be even lower than previously estimated.

The two stood by the creek, watching the sunset while discussing the military expedition to the north. In the distance, several scouts were running from the north. They carried the green flag of victory, and it was obvious that another good news came.

It ended in a slaughter in August. The three-way army is like a galloping bison, rushing forward, rushing towards the camp of the dog tribe, and then completely destroying all obstacles.

The roaring rocks falling into the lake will always startle a pool of birds. Faced with the threat of survival, the remaining Canine tribe finally reacted. They reluctantly abandoned the fields that were about to be harvested, put away their simple luggage, and fled north overnight. However, the birds returned to their nests, and the waterfowl that flew away had not given up and gathered around the large tribes, obeying the arrangement of the head bird.

In several fertile lands in Palms State, the canines gradually gathered in a scale of tens of thousands, forming continuous camps. Each of the eight tribes gathered their vassal tribes and mobilized thousands of warriors. The leaders of various ministries discussed day and night, quarreling and roaring, deciding the future of nearly 100,000 Guaquilis!

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