The end of October is always chilling and drifting. It is the cold wind on the wasteland, and it is also the leaves in the long wind, drifting everywhere.

The next few days were uneventful. More than 15,000 southern coalition troops, mighty and mighty, set up camp outside the mouth of Palms Valley. Subsequently, the Guamare Corps continued to attack the Taniguchi, consuming wood, stone and rolling logs and destroying the fence of the camp. The Guard Corps guarded the banner of the Black Wolf and established the Mexican main business on the hills with sparse trees and non-flammable hills.

At this moment, the king is sitting in the main office. While sorting out the roster of states in his hand, he was thinking about the next military plan. It is said to be a roster, but it is actually the lineage of the Otomi noble clan with long flags, feathers and family crests.

Bertard's expression was quiet, and he stood silently. His eyes sometimes fell on the roster, which was marked with many peculiar symbols, mainly red "X" and "O".

Shulot opened yesterday's battle report, and calmly marked the fallen nobles with an "X", and then marked the outstanding warriors with an "O". He also had another atlas in his hand, recording the lands and ticks of the various noble clans. These figures are currently inaccurate, just vague estimates from complex sources.

Now, the three northern states have set up a new archdiocese of the main god, and reported to the capital city in the lake, with the old priest of Oort serving as the chief priest of the three states. The Church of the First God is being fully reorganized and merged with the Church of the Lord God. Before long, more priests will come from the kingdom and be dispatched to all parts of the three kingdoms. They will go deep into each tribe to preach and count more specific arable land area and population. If the kingdom wants to rule the rebellious northern divisions, it has to start by registering.

The tent was quiet for a long time. Suddenly, a fierce noise sounded from the periphery of the main business, followed by hurried screams of killing.

Bertard instantly grasped the bronze sword, his eyes sharpened. He strode out of the tent to check, and made a gesture of guard. Ters brought a dozen of his personal guards and came in with a large shield, covering the surroundings of His Highness.

The sun fell from the ceiling of the tent, facing the king's case. Shulot's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to look at the album. After a while, the shouting and killing outside the tent quickly stopped, and after a few shouts, it turned into intermittent screams.

After a while, Bertard quietly returned from outside the tent, bringing back a samurai captain who was in charge of the captives.

"Ok?"

"His Royal Highness, a red-haired team of canine descent sneaked in just now, attacked a prison camp, and was repelled by the guards."

The samurai chief replied in a deep voice.

"Oh?"

Shirot put down the book in his hand and looked up.

"How is the situation now?"

Bertard patted Captain Samurai. The other party immediately fell to his knees, looking ashamed.

"Your Highness, two quarters of an hour ago, fifty or sixty red-haired men suddenly emerged from the mountains on the east side and attacked the outermost prison camp. The prisoners in the camp also shouted at the same time. The warriors killed seven or eight. The red-haired, but four slapped captives escaped in the chaos."

"Which tribe does the enemy come from?"

"The red frog scouts identified the body and said it was the Red Crow tribe."

"It's Scarlet Crow again... how many casualties did the warriors have?"

"The enemy's attack was extremely sudden, and the samurai... also lost about ten casualties."

"Um... what to do next?"

"A 100-man squad has brought the priest Shroitskunli and is chasing in the forest. There were more than 200 prisoners in the camp, and they escaped with four slaps, and the barbarians with four slaps were drawn and beheaded. The rest of the prisoners were beheaded. All ten strokes!"

"Well. Very good, you go down!"

The captain of the samurai bowed down, saluted, and left respectfully.

Shirot stood up and slowly paced the tent.

In the Mexica Legion, the war priests accompanying the army would domesticate a small number of Mexican hairless dogs, the xoloitzcuintli. "Shiro" refers to the **** of death, and "Itzkunli" is a dog, which together is "the dog of the **** of death". The fighting ability of this medium-sized dog is not outstanding, but it has a very important religious status. In Mexica mythology, they are the guides of the underworld and can lead the souls of the dead, so they are also very important sacrificial animals.

"Bottard, let the chasing team come back, don't fall into an ambush."

The king pondered for a moment and calmly ordered.

"A thousand warriors were drawn from the Ottopan Legion, and four thousand prisoners were immediately escorted to the south, all the way to Ottopan Mountain City."

In the past few days, the coalition forces have been heading north. Under the leadership of Pams' guide and the red frog scout, the main army cleared the mountains and forests along the way.

During the night raid, a large number of Guaquili tribes were captured, and more than 4,000 canine warriors were captured. These warriors are the elite of the eastern dog, familiar with the life of the wasteland, and they are also used to blood and killing. When they recovered from their fear of skyfire, they became a destabilizing factor in the camp.

Shulot didn't have time to identify the identities of these warriors one by one, so he simply packed them and transported them back to the south.

"According to the order, Your Highness."

Bertard immediately sent out the account and arranged for the staff.

"Ters, you guys go out too!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The loyal shield guards bowed their heads and saluted, and returned to guard outside the tent.

The king walked to the corner of the big tent and looked at the muddy ground. There is one of the most common prickly pear cacti in the wasteland. Most of this cactus was cut off by the canine's stone axe, leaving only the remnant thorn stems, still growing stubbornly. In the north where food is scarce, cacti are like tofu in their hometown, and they are the most common daily food.

"The canines of the wasteland, like the cacti of the North, live in the most barren lands. They are stoic and tenacious, with strong vitality and sharp spikes."

Sherlot looked at it for a moment and whispered to himself.

"But when you pick the cactus, remove the thorns on the surface, put it in your mouth and chew it...you know how crunchy and delicious it is."

Thinking of the smell of cactus, the king smiled and continued to sit cross-legged. He opened the atlas of the various armies and counted the number of troops in his hands.

At the time of the expedition in early August, the Praetorian Guard was full of 6,000 men. Then in March, it lost more than 1,000. Mainly, when the black wolf stormed the Red Fox Valley, it lost 800 in the first battle. Afterwards, he recruited the Otomi warriors of the three states, selected hundreds of Guachili prisoners, and filled the army again.

Continuing to fight all the way, the Otomi Legion in the three states suffered a lot of casualties. Of the 8,000 Ottopan warriors, there are still 6,000, and the 3,000 Pams warriors are only a little over a thousand. Five thousand Guamare warriors left one thousand in the Red Fox Valley, and lost more than one thousand, and now there are less than three thousand.

In addition to the damage of the samurai, the nobles of various states also suffered heavy casualties, leaving a large area of ​​hereditary territory. How these territories are arranged is the key to establishing the rule of the kingdom.

"Om...boom!"

Shulot was in deep thought when he was suddenly interrupted by a low humming sound. He listened for a while, with a smile on his face, put down the album in his hand, and waited patiently.

Sure enough, after a while, the curtain of the big tent was lifted again, and Chief Chalky walked in cautiously, and saluted His Highness and the Chief Warrior in turn.

"His Royal Highness Shen Qi, greetings to you!"

"Chalky, how is the Legion?"

"His Royal Highness, the twelve sling beasts have been assembled and are being tested."

Chalkey knelt on the ground with a very respectful expression.

"How did the Red Monkey tribe guarding the camp react?"

"A little flustered. Their chief appeared in person and reassured the military."

"Continue to test fire and become familiar with the range. After attacking the camp, the slinger may be useful."

Hearing this, the middle-aged Great Chief gave a slight meal. He looked up at His Highness and asked tentatively.

"Your Highness, did you say 'maybe'?"

"Well, maybe."

The king nodded with confidence on his face.

"If the trebuchet can be used, it will take more effort, lose more warriors, and take fewer prisoners. If it doesn't work, it's the other way around."

The gunpowder weapons in the legion had the size of one battle left, enough to burn down the Taniguchi camp. It is not difficult to capture Taniguchi until the canines are fully used to the fire and thunder. The real difficulty is how to prevent the tribe of dogs from escaping, consuming or capturing Ding Zhuang of all the tribes to the greatest extent possible. To a certain extent, the Chichika chief, who was able to force the various units to fight to the death, solved the most difficult tactical problem of the coalition forces.

Chalkey's eyes flickered, and he repeatedly chewed the words of His Highness.

Shulot's expression remained unchanged, and he asked again.

"Chalky, how is the Legion?"

The middle-aged chief was stunned for a moment, and then his face was stunned. He lowered his voice.

"His Royal Highness, the legion attacked Sanri Taniguchi and damaged more than a dozen nobles who were unwilling to convert."

"Are the rest willing to convert?"

"yes."

"Very good. Then gather the nobles of Guamare, and hold the prayer ceremony of the Lord God next to the sling beast. I will send you a war priest, and I will do it tonight!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness."

"Go down and get ready!"

"Yes."

Chalkey bowed his head in awe and walked away quickly.

Shirott looked at the back of the middle-aged chief and pondered again.

After the northern expedition, he will demarcate part of the direct territory in Ottopan and Palms State~lightnovelpub.net~ each leaving a garrison. The vast western state of Guamare will basically maintain aristocratic autonomy. Therefore, for the nobles of Guamare, it is only necessary to change the letter, and there is no need to clean up too much.

From the Northern Expedition to the present, the political goals have been basically completed. In the three states, the stubborn nobles who resisted the alliance and resisted conversion were almost eliminated. Both Chalky and Giova took control of the situation, gradually becoming worthy of their name from being the leader of the legion. The remaining economic and military goals are to capture as much of the canine Dingkou as possible, to enrich the foundation of the kingdom, to establish a stronghold, and to restrain the surrounding ministries.

Thinking of this, Shirot looked to his side.

"Bottard, how is our poet?"

"His Royal Highness, the poet is still in the enemy camp, negotiating."

"Well. Let the poet repeat my words: The wooden beast of the Lord God has arrived, and the people of the Lord God are about to be slaughtered. The Lord God's anger cannot be suppressed, and will destroy everything... The conditions for surrender are the same as the red frogs, forming an army alone, three Thousands of people. Give him two days. If he doesn't make a decision, the legion will summon the sky fire and capture the Taniguchi camp. At that time, everyone will be sacrificed!"

"Your will is the destined future."

The samurai chief bowed his head in greeting and left silently again.

The king stood up and slowly came to the corner of the camp. He looked at the cactus that would be incomplete, and suddenly smiled brightly.

"Come on!"

The guards rushed in immediately, bowing their heads and obeying orders.

"Dispose of this cactus, scramble turkey eggs with oil in a copper pan, I want to eat it at night!"

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