I Became The Crown Prince Of The Mexican Empire - Chapter 69



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Conquest of the Comanche (3)

Chihuahua was one of the northernmost states of Mexico, a former Mexico that had lost its northern territories, and bordered the territory of Comancheria, the territory of the Comanche.

The distance from Mexico City was also about 1,500 km, but fortunately, I was able to take the train to the city of Victoria de Durango, which was a stopover on the railroad extending to California.

‘We could have marched a whopping 1,000km less.’

After traveling 1,000 km by train in two days, they arrived at Victoria de Durango, and then marched for about a month to reach the town of Janos, the northernmost point of the state of Chihuahua and a place where the Comanche tribe often raided.

Hanos, a village large enough to soon be called a city, was filled with low-rise adobe buildings, with only the church built in a Baroque style, although the more recent buildings were somewhat different.

‘There are also buildings built similarly to the urban housing of Morelia.’

It wasn’t built by our company. Someone bought the cement and built something similar.

The strange feeling was short-lived, and full-scale war preparations began.

There was no need for an operational meeting, because everything had already been decided and detailed plans made in Mexico City.

‘It wasn’t easy to make you understand.’

During the five months I spent preparing the troops and resources, it was also my job to make the officers understand my operation. As a commander, I will follow orders, but this operation must be understood in detail by all commanders.

“Your Majesty, we will begin right away.”

The director said.

“Let’s get started.”

The soldiers, divided into left and right, set off.

“It’s expensive, so handle it with care!”

The officer shouted, and the soldiers began to bury the telegraph wires.

“Let’s test it as soon as we reach the next village.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I wasn’t too worried since I’d already tested it dozens of times in Mexico City.

The manager standing next to me said.

“This is truly an amazing thing. I really want to prove it by making this operation a success.”

The curator was already fascinated by the power of the whole body.

“You want to formally introduce it into the Mexican Imperial Army soon?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. With this item, the enemy will think that we have Napoleon in our army.”

“Napoleon?···Oh, that’s what it means.”

Napoleon Bonaparte.

He is one of the greatest generals in history, having achieved several victories against the European allies despite the country’s chaotic situation following the French Revolution.

France and her allies achieved several victories despite being greatly outnumbered by the European Allies.

The combined weight of the enemies he faced – Britain, Austria, Prussia, Russia, Sweden – was several times that of France.

‘If you look at it in terms of war, that’s true, but if you look at it in terms of battle, that’s wrong.’

In actual combat, he usually had the upper hand in numbers, or at least fought on a similar scale. The reason he was able to do this despite his lack of total numbers was because of his army’s excellent intelligence gathering and marching skills.

Like most commanders who have made their mark on history, he understood the importance of information. His systematic and meticulous use of scouts gave him an information advantage, and he emphasized mobile warfare to fight on favorable battlefields based on that information.

‘It is an anecdote that shows how much he valued marching ability, as he offered a reward for a method of preserving food, which led to the invention of canned food.’

The idea was that the electric telegraph would allow for unprecedented speeds in the transmission of information, and that faster transmission of information meant faster decision-making and faster movement of troops.

“Oh, you got it right. Hahaha.”

The director laughed in admiration when I immediately understood.

The line I have prepared to deal with the Comanche tribe will be a U-shaped line connecting the villages that border their territory and are frequent targets of raiding. It will block the entire Mexican side of the Comancheria.

‘I invested a whopping 100,000 pesos of my own money for this.’

Working with Francis, the price of the telegraph line, which had been reduced and made more efficient, was 50 pesos per kilometer. A total length of 2,000 kilometers was built.

“Your Majesty, I hear that the telegraph line has been connected to the neighboring town of Ascensión.”

“Oh, that’s faster than I thought. Let’s try it right away.”

They decided to send the text message that was scheduled to arrive first.

As I watched, the telegraph soldier turned the handle of the telegraph machine on the desk with a serious expression and transmitted a message.

A series of short and long tones rang out, and the soldier wrote them down on a piece of paper.

The result is ‘- .-. .- — .–. .-‘.

The whole body disease has deciphered it.

‘trampa(trap).’

“Transmission completed normally, Your Majesty.”

“Okay, I’ll send you a message confirming it.”

The telegraph, soon to be put into practical use in the United States and Britain, is one-way, but we have already improved upon the early versions to make a two-way telegraph.

Although it was a non-major field, it was the result of engineering ideas.

‘I’m a technician again, so I had a hard time making this.’

Fortunately, the development was successful in time. If it had failed, the number of telegraph lines would have doubled, the length of the telegraph lines would have doubled, and the cost would have doubled. That’s a whopping 200,000 pesos.

‘But if I don’t use my whole body, it will be impossible to carry out my plan.’

Dealing with the Comanche tribe is not easy.

It is several times more difficult to face 10,000 cavalrymen who have excellent horse riding skills trained since childhood and are skilled in guerrilla tactics than the Spanish expeditionary force they faced before. That is why even Mexico and the United States of America in the past could not hold them back for so long.

First of all, you can’t lead an army to Comancheria and attack them, because even the children and women are accustomed to horseback riding, so you can’t gain an advantage in speed warfare.

‘Once our supply lines are stretched and our troops start to tire, hell will begin.’

Supply lines will start to be eaten away, and the rear ranks of the exhausted army will be harassed relentlessly. In the end, you will return having wasted only the lives of your soldiers and supplies.

Even though we know exactly what will happen, we can’t just attack.

Our military carried out the plan step by step.

***

Potsnakwahipu, who led a band of Comanche men, preferred villages that were lightly defended, even if there was less to raid.

“The Ascension guys’ vigilance has weakened?”

“Yes, I did see one guy wandering around on horseback in the middle, but he ran away right away, and the village’s border guards and garrison are actually fewer than before.”

“I guess it’s time to taste the bitterness. Get ready.”

At dawn, the Comanche warriors galloped through the forest with fierce eyes. Puhiwikwasoo led the way. The shadows of the forest completely hid them.

They moved quickly and silently through the forest, and naturally controlled their breathing when crossing the rocks of the river. This understanding of the terrain was a powerful weapon.

The approach to the village took place at dawn.

Puhiwikwasuu led a thousand warriors and quietly arrived at the outskirts of the village. The warriors held their breath and observed the situation in the village.

“As expected, there aren’t many guards. This is a good opportunity for us.”

One of the warriors whispered. The guards, illuminated by the moonlight, were sleeping.

The Comanche warriors approached the village slowly and tensely. Their movements were cautious and agile.

As the vanguard, including Poznaq and Hippo, entered the town, the streets appeared empty as if it were dawn.

“Enter quietly.”

Amidst the quiet sound of horse hooves, a thousand warriors entered the village. It had been a long time since they had entered so easily without being detected.

That was when.

“Fire!”

Kwakwakwang!

The sight created by just three cannons was horrific.

Horses and people were crushed together, creating a path of blood and flesh. Perhaps aiming for the middle to inflict maximum damage, the front-line Poznaqwahipu was unharmed.

He felt dizzy for a moment, but his experience in dozens of battles had not gone away.

“It’s a trap! Spread out!”

At the thunderous shout of Poznaqwahipu, the warriors began to reflexively scatter.

The Mexican soldiers began to shoot, as if they would not let them go.

Bang!···Tang tang tang tang tang!!

Hehehehehe-

“Ugh!”

The Comanche warriors dispersed and used the narrow alleys and buildings of the village to engage in mobile combat. Their horsemanship and horseback archery, in which they turned their waists to fire arrows while avoiding obstacles that were scattered throughout the village alleys, were almost miraculous.

“Shoot!”

Puhiwikwasuu gave the order. The arrow went straight to its target.

Ping!···Bam!

Poznaqwahipu also shot an arrow and killed one soldier. The warriors were confused, but they did not give up their lives in vain and continued the battle, but the problem was the number of defenders.

“There’s a garrison in front!”

“Damn it! To the left!”

It was understandable that they had to respond quickly since they had fallen into a trap, but the number of troops themselves seemed to be two to three times greater than usual. As the warriors began to die in vain, Poznaqwahipu gave the order to retreat.

“Everyone, get out!”

His command echoed across the battlefield, warriors nearby relaying it.

“Get out!”

The warriors began to break through the siege. Their movements were quick and precise. They were shown escaping the village, avoiding enemy attacks, and rescuing their comrades.

“Over there!”

A warrior led the way. Their survival instincts and excellent horsemanship allowed them to evade and break through the encirclement of Mexican soldiers on all sides.

But the Comanche warriors’ nightmare did not end there. The sound of cavalry hooves could be heard nearby.

It was dark and hard to see, and there were other comrades leaving the village, so at first I didn’t think it was strange, but something felt different.

Doo doo doo doo-

This is not the sound of hooves of warriors escaping from the village. This sound, and the echo, is the sound of a cavalry force of at least several hundred men.

“Wait a minute, something seems strange.”

Of all the powers around here, the Comanche are the only ones who operate this many cavalry units. However, Comanche bands have a rule against overlapping raiding areas, so it’s unlikely that other bands would.

“They’re Mexicans!”

“What the hell. You even brought cavalry?”

The warriors who had barely escaped the village and were taking a breather for a moment began to run again. There was no time to wait for their comrades.

The Mexican Imperial cavalry began to pursue, firing their revolvers.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The chase began under the bright moonlight.

“Watch out, those guys have automatic pistols!”

The Comanche warriors, who had reached the forest in the midst of a hellish chase, entered the forest without hesitation.

“Up to here!”

The cavalry captain gave the order.

The Mexican cavalry withdrew after inflicting moderate damage. They did not pursue more than was necessary. It was a strategic decision.

Of the thousand warriors who went out to pillage, only half survived.

The predatory economy and the buffalo herds are the two pillars of the Comanche tribe.

Although there have been instances of increased defensive forces recently, resulting in increased casualties among warriors, this is the first time that the looting itself has failed and half of the warriors have died.

It was the beginning of downfall.