Chapter 373 Military Camp, Barbarian Soldiers March South

In the golden autumn of October, the smell of harvest comes with the north wind, and the fragrance of fruits permeates the wilderness. The corn in the fields is fully ripe, and tens of thousands of farmers are busy harvesting the fruits of one-year-old cultivation. There were joyful smiles on their faces.

There was plenty of rain before the autumn harvest, and this year's harvest was very good. After paying the tribute, there was still enough grain to fill the barns that were being prepared. After the corn is harvested, they can return home and really get a good night's sleep.

The men in the military camp used bronze sickles, which allowed them to harvest much faster than those in ordinary villages. After finally finishing the autumn harvest, a new order came from the royal capital. The military officers opened the warehouse in the camp and distributed the spears and shields that had been placed for a long time. Soon, they will take their weapons and move to the south of Gyeonggi Province.

The scorching sun was like fire, falling on the military camps in the Lake District, and the faces of those who shined directly became hot. In the center of the camp is the school yard, with a row of huts on one side and an arsenal, barns and kitchens on the other side. Smoke rose in the kitchen, exuding the aroma of grain. The cooks were preparing tortillas for the march ahead.

At this moment, the old militiaman Chihuaco sat in front of the empty arsenal with a sullen face and crossed his legs. He was wearing a plain old cloth robe, a broken straw hat on his head to protect him from the sun, a strong spear at his feet, and a green cactus fruit in his hand, which he chewed every bite.

"Bah, bah, bah, it's so sour, and you're even gnashing your teeth!"

After taking a few bites, Chihuaco opened his mouth and spat out a bunch of chewy seeds. Then, he cursed angrily, pointing fingers at Sang and Huai.

"Bah! Why are you in such a hurry? Eat it before it's cooked! If you take a bite here and there, why can't you just stay and work on the land? It will make you feel uneasy all day long. Let me see, are you waiting for a bite? If it’s cooked, it will make your teeth sore!”

The camp was empty and no one responded. This morning, Chihuaco distributed self-defense weapons to his militiamen, drove them all away, and gave them a day off. If you have a home nearby, you can go home and have a look. If you have no home or your home is too far away, go back to your house, cover your head, and get a good sleep. The garrison army will be setting off soon, and when the time comes, they won't be able to rest even if they want to.

"Uncle, what are you doing sitting here?"

Wezti was wearing a turban and shorts and had just returned from the creek outside the camp. His body was still dripping with water, so he had obviously taken a good wash. It’s still hot in the Lake District in October, especially when the sun shines brightly at noon.

"What am I doing that you are blind and can't see?"

Chihuaco cursed angrily. After cursing, he stretched out his hand and took out a cactus fruit from his arms. He took a look and found that it was ripe. Then he threw the fruit at Weziti.

"Eat, just picked after camp."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Weziti reached out and took it, and it fell into his arms. Then, he wiped his hands on his clothes and couldn't wait to put the fruit to his mouth.

"Click, click."

Weizi finished the fruit in two licks, and the purple juice flowed from the corner of his mouth. He sighed contentedly.

"Uncle, this fruit is so sweet!"

Chihuaco looked at Vezti with wide eyes in surprise.

"Mumu, are you finished eating now?"

"Yes! Sweet, juicy, and delicious. Uncle, do you have any more?"

Weziti grinned and looked at the old uncle.

".Where are the seeds you eat?"

Chihuaco looked at Vezti blankly.

"Seeds? Chew them up and swallow them!"

Vezti looked at Chihuaco stupidly.

"Hurry, hurry, I'll make you hurry!"

Chihuaco stayed for a moment, then suddenly became furious. He picked up the spear from the ground, pointed the spear point behind him, and used the spear shaft to draw Vezti.

"Uncle, uncle, don't hit, don't hit. It hurts, oh, it hurts! If it hurts, Luwei will feel distressed!"

Hearing Reed, Chihuaco finally stopped and his old eyes widened angrily.

"Why did I remember that I promised you the reed!"

"Hey, hey, didn't we come all the way and it's just me and Lu Wei?"

Weziti replied with a smile, then approached Chihuaco again and asked shyly.

"Uncle, we distributed weapons to the militiamen today, and they will go south in two days. What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?"

Chihuaco glared and sighed again.

"The Lord God bless us, let's go to war."

"War? Who are you going to fight? Didn't His Majesty just come back from fighting in the north? I heard that many canine barbarians were captured."

Wezti scratched his head and looked south.

"You're not going to fight the Turks barbarians if you go south, are you? Those ravines are not easy to fight!"

"Silly wood, use your brain!"

Chihuaco cursed angrily. He was very angry today.

"Who do you want to fight? How can the army in the field go into the mountains to fight the barbarians? This is not necessarily to fight the aristocratic masters in the south!"

"ah!"

Weziti was startled and looked at his uncle.

"Uncle, aren't the noble lords from the south members of the kingdom? Why do you want to beat them?"

"Why?"

Chihuaco shook his head and sighed.

"The aristocratic gentlemen in the south are from the old kingdom, not the new kingdom. They don't pluck a dime, and the tribute they pay in a year is not as good as our tens of thousands of field troops. So, this time, your majesty is going to be ruthless and want to pluck out all their hair." Light."

"Ah this!"

Weziti opened his mouth wide in surprise and looked at the old uncle. But the old uncle squatted in front of the arsenal, taking advantage of the coolness of the room, and slowly gnawed on the cactus fruit.

Chihuaco has been staying in the military camp, looking like an old farmer. But in fact, he has many friends and connections, and he knows the situation of the kingdom very well. Huitu Puapu, who is in the Jingji Corps and leads two thousand Qincongcan warriors, often comes to him for a drink. The details of the southern expedition were heard from Puapu.

That night, after Puapu got drunk, he told him some confused and forbidden words, and he was scolded by him severely, and finally woke up.

Chihuaco squatted and ate, and Wezti stood and watched, and the camp became quiet again. The only sound of firewood steaming corn cakes in the kitchen and the snoring of militiamen in the nearby barracks were in their ears. Everything was so quiet that even the sour cactus fruit made people feel happy.

Until a low horn suddenly sounded from the north of the camp.

"Woo!.Woo!"

Chihuaco jumped up from the ground with a "swish", like an old cat with its tail stepped on. Vezti looked closely and found that the old uncle had thrown away the fruit and held the spear tightly in his hand, which was even more agile than the young man.

"Huh? Uncle, it seems to be a horn?"

"Shh!"

"Woo! Woo!"

The low horn sounded again, shaking people's hearts from afar. Chivako rushed to the entrance of the camp in two steps and quickly climbed up a tree with a rope hanging from it, which was more than ten meters high. There was a wooden platform on the top of the tree for resting. This is the most convenient watchtower. The higher the tree is, the higher the watchtower is.

The old militia stood on the high wooden platform, holding the trunk with one hand and putting the other hand on his forehead to block the light. He looked carefully and soon, a black line appeared at the end of the sky. The black line came to the south, gradually became larger, and moved very quickly. Then, he finally saw what the black line was!

"Damn, it's the vicious northern barbarians!"

Chivako's eyes widened instantly, and he was so shocked that he almost fell off the tree. Those were teams of barbarians with bows and arrows, spears and red hair! The barbarians looked fierce and were quickly attacking the camp!

"Uncle, what did you see?"

Wezti looked up and shouted.

Chivaco did not answer. He stretched out his hand and shook the alarm bell tied to the tree.

"Ding Ding Ding! Ding Ding Ding!"

The harsh alarm bell rang in the camp in an instant and spread far away. Wezti also reacted. He hurried to the center of the parade ground, picked up the gong, and hit it heavily.

"Dang Dang Dang! Dang Dang Dang!"

The quiet camp was boiling in an instant, like a pot of porridge. Some militiamen woke up from their sleep, some came back to their senses from the game, and then hurried to find their weapons. Then, the captains of each team shouted and reprimanded, gathered their militiamen, and arranged a simple gun formation. And the one who scolded the most fiercely was the old militia who had returned to the parade ground at some point.

The chaos lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it calmed down a little. The militia barely formed a formation, raised their spears, and defended behind the fence of the camp. When the large group of red-haired barbarians rushed to the front of the camp, they were faced with a rough forest of spears.

"Huh? This military camp is really quick to react!"

The black wolf Toltec waved his hand, and the red-haired hunters stopped at his command. He was wearing the legion commander's cloak, the legion commander's bronze sword on his waist, and the legion commander's feathers on his helmet. In short, as long as the generals of the kingdom saw him, they would know that he was one of the only five legion commanders.

"Ozoma, how far did the legion go today?"

"Respected legion commander."

Ozoma bowed his head and said respectfully.

"The legion set out early in the morning and marched all the way without stopping. Now it's past noon, and it has walked sixty miles!"

The black wolf Toltec nodded with satisfaction. The legion of 8,000 people was divided into four teams, marching sixty miles in half a day. This speed is really amazing, and only the dog descendants who are good at running can do it.

"Okay! Then we will rest here for half an hour, drink some water, and then continue to march to the capital! Tonight, I will report to His Majesty in the capital!"

"Captain, you are right!"

Ozoma pondered for a while and agreed with a smile. Only by proving to His Majesty the ability of the Guakili Corps to run can it be more easily reused in the next war. Then, Ozoma hurried forward and threw the token in his hand to the leading old militia under the vigilant eyes of the militia guarding the camp.

"Lord God bless! We are the Guakili Corps in the north, and our corps commander is the unparalleled Black Wolf General! We are summoned by His Majesty to go to the capital from Hekou County! . Quickly open the camp gate and prepare food and water! The soldiers will continue to move south after a short rest! There are three more troops behind us!"

Ozoma looked at the more than a thousand militiamen opposite and shouted. This was a fresh feeling he had never had before, a stronger force and greater power.

The Guakili Legion had thousands of people, and they were running fast all the way. Only such a military camp could provide enough water. Although the dog people were used to hard marches and could survive by eating cold food and drinking cold water, they didn't have to worry about safety when marching in the heart of the kingdom. After all, hot water was more comfortable.

"Uh, the Guakili Legion in the north? Why are they all barbarians?"

Chivaco carefully held the letter token and looked at it over and over for a long time, but couldn't find any signs of forgery. He asked with a smile until the fierce red-haired barbarian in front of him showed impatience.

"Respected sir, you have so many elite warriors, why did you suddenly go south? Our camp has not received any news"

"Ha, how can the messenger run faster than us!"

Ozoma sneered. Then, he looked fierce, pressed the war stick on his waist, and shouted.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Open the camp gate quickly! General Black Wolf is waiting outside!"

Chivaco carefully glanced at Black Wolf and shuddered. That proud face appeared in his dreams countless times, holding a longbow and shooting people. He no longer doubted, lowered his head, and ordered his men to open the camp gate.

The farming army put away their spears and made way to both sides. The vicious barbarians poured into the camp like a tide. Then, the barbarians shouted and cursed, and took over the kitchen directly, snatching the prepared corn cakes to share. General Black Wolf ate the cakes and drank water happily, laughing under the compliments of a circle of red-haired barbarians.

"."

Chivaco pursed his lips and said nothing. He just looked to the south and shook his head.

"Noble lords in the south, the fierce barbarians are heading south! This time, your hair will really be plucked out!"