I Became The Crown Prince Of The Mexican Empire - Chapter 71



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Conquest of the Comanche (5)

“The Mexican Empire is coming to take over the buffalo herd?”

“Yes. They said the number was 7,000.”

“Seven thousand cavalrymen? The Mexicans are about to finish them off.”

“If we lose even the buffalo, we will···.”

News spread like wildfire that the Mexican cavalry was mustering up and moving toward the buffalo herd. While many tribesmen were agitated, others took the situation differently.

“No cavalry? This is your chance!”

“That’s right! In fact, we couldn’t loot properly because the cavalry was going to show up soon. We could at least shake off the garrison, right?”

That wasn’t a wrong statement.

Most of the casualties came from the mad pursuit and firing of their revolvers by the Mexican Imperial cavalry. It was also true that the cavalry would come at any moment, making plunder difficult.

Although the increased number of defenders was burdensome, some chieftains thought that if the cavalry did not come, wouldn’t the plundering be successful?

“This is what it means to turn a crisis into an opportunity. Let’s go!”

“under!”

The challenging spirit of trying to turn a crisis into an opportunity was good, but the result was not satisfactory.

“400 people died, and this is all you get?”

With the time limit removed, there were no failures in the attempt to pillage in a heated manner, but there were many more warriors who were unable to escape the village.

The harvest was woefully inadequate compared to the sacrifices made.

“Attend the general meeting of the tribe.”

The messenger said.

“···Let’s go right away.”

A general council of the Comanche tribe was called, postponed because of the recklessness of a few chiefs. The elders of the tribe reprimanded them.

“Your hasty judgment has cost us precious time to respond to the Mexican cavalry.”

“And yet, only the warriors are sacrificed, and the harvest is nothing but the enemy’s.”

“sorry.”

“···Okay, now let’s have a meeting to discuss countermeasures.”

In response to the elder’s words, a chieftain who led a large band among the Comanche tribe spoke.

“It goes without saying that it is the election of a war chief.”

It’s called war.

The Comanche tribe had a tradition of electing a special leader, a “War Chief,” in times of war.

These were men who were put in charge of wars or specific military operations, recognized for their tactical ability, bravery, and leadership, and could have command of the entire Comanche, which was divided into dozens of bands.

The chiefs nodded, but Puhiwikwasuu frowned.

‘Is this how it ends up?’

Fighting was their way of life. The Comanche’s characteristic aggressiveness created a culture in which avoiding a fight was considered dishonorable, and they never even considered fleeing north to escape Mexico.

‘I’ll step forward first.’

Puhiwikwasoo actively sought to become a war chief. Although his band was of medium size, his martial prowess and judgment were already well known throughout the Comanche.

“···I believe you will do well.”

Even his rivals for the position of war chief acknowledged him.

“I will continue the glory of the Comanche.”

“okay.”

So he was chosen as a war chief.

“Gather everyone who can fight.”

It was his first command.

“···yes!”

The expression “all who were able to fight” meant not only active warriors, but also all male Comanche tribe members who were neither too young nor too old.

‘The damage caused by looting is too great.’

In one raid, at least 200 and at most 500 warriors were killed. The number of warriors, which had been 10,000, was reduced to 6,500, and the enemy’s cavalry force was a whopping 7,000.

‘It would take at least 10,000 to deal with those guys wielding those weapons.’

Even though he knew that fighting the Mexican Empire was a foolish choice, he could not go against the trend. He just did his best.

‘The effective range of a revolver is shorter than that of a bow.’

It wasn’t that much of a difference. It was just a little bit shorter. But that was enough.

The enemy cavalry also seemed to have been well trained and were excellent horsemen, but they were not at the level of the Comanche tribe, who had been riding horses since they were boys.

‘If you can take advantage of the superiority in force and the short range difference, you have a chance of winning.’

Comanche warriors could maintain that short range and inflict damage on their enemies. The horse archers, divided into groups of tens or hundreds, were capable of running away from the enemy cavalry pursuing them, while also firing at the enemies pursuing other friendly groups.

The enemies will not be able to overcome the difference in range until the end and will drown in the whirlwind of cavalry archers.

When word reached the Comanche that a band of Comanche had been hunting buffalo without word of the Mexican cavalry, warriors scattered throughout Comancheria gathered.

The number is 10,000, just as Puhiwik and Suu had hoped.

Each and every one of them was a top rider and archer who had lived with horses since childhood. Their martial arts, which they had steadily trained for close combat, even surpassed those of soldiers in the military.

There were ten thousand such warriors.

“Go out.”

A cavalry force of ten thousand Comanche warriors advanced against the Mexican Imperial cavalry.

***

Puhiukwasoo’s 10,000 cavalry and the Mexican Crown Prince’s 7,000 cavalry faced each other on the plain.

The appearance of the two armies facing each other with only 800 meters left was very different even though they were the same cavalry.

The cavalry of the Mexican Empire, armed with leather armor, revolvers, ample ammunition, iron spears and weapons.

In contrast, only about half of the Comanche warriors wore leather armor made from buffalo hide. They had plenty of arrows, but their weapons, such as bows, wooden spears, and stone axes, were clearly inferior to those of the Mexican Empire.

The Comanche warriors were not discouraged at all even though they saw this clearly. How many of those who rushed forward, relying on their well-armed men, were killed?

“Get started.”

Puhiwikwasuu said so.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo-

The Comanche cavalry, which had been densely packed and well-organized, began to disengage in an instant. However, the movements of each individual were not completely disorganized. The Comanche cavalry of 10,000 men broke into groups of tens and hundreds and began to run.

The buffalo herd behind the Mexican army, already wary of the enormous force, began to flee when the Comanche warriors began to run toward the Mexican army.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo-

In front, 10,000 cavalrymen and behind, a herd of tens of thousands of buffaloes began to move in a group.

It was a ground shaking so much that it made my whole body tremble even when I was still.

“I guess that’s how it turns out.”

“Yes, just as Your Majesty predicted.”

The Mexican Empire’s cavalry maintained its formation without wavering, boasting a high level of training.

“Dragones, dismount.”

“Hamahara!”

2,500 soldiers, carrying long rifles, unbecoming of a cavalry force, dismounted and began to form up.

On a very low hill not far from the plain, soldiers of the Dragoon unit began aiming their AR-33s (breech-loading Eduardo rifles of 1833).

When the enemy reached a distance of about 400 meters, the crown prince gave the order.

“Shoot!”

The Crown Prince’s orders were relayed to the commanders of each unit, and soon firing began.

Tata tata tang!

The Comanche cavalry, approaching with their bows drawn, fell to the ground with a thud.

The crown prince looked at the sight and thought,

‘The effective range of a bow is 50m. A skilled archer could make an effective hit up to 60m. On the other hand, the effective range of a revolver is 45m. They would have noticed the difference in range from 5m to 15m. However, the Dragoons would not have known.’

A unit that adopts a fighting style of moving on horseback and dismounting to use rifles when necessary is called a ‘dragoon’.

Dragoons are a type of unit that has the mobility to move on horseback, but during battle they mainly dismount and fight like infantry.

Dragoons are not an official branch of the Mexican Empire, but if you give cavalrymen rifles and train them, they become dragoons.

The effective range of the AR-33 is a whopping 400 meters.

Tata tata tang!

2,500 soldiers of the provisional dragoon unit were constantly firing their rifles, and the enemy was quickly approaching with a look of confusion on their faces.

Comanche war chief Puhiwikiwasoo could not have imagined such a sight when some of his enemies dismounted.

‘I thought, what the hell is that, and this is what it was.’

“Spread out faster!”

Bam-

Puhiwee and Suu, who immediately gave the order to respond, ground their teeth.

‘If you have a weapon as powerful as a revolver, wouldn’t you be able to let your guard down?’

He began to think of a countermeasure, blaming himself for his complacency in thinking that the enemy only had cavalry.

‘We can’t retreat. The buffalo are still in the hands of the Mexicans. If we continue like this, the gathering of 10,000 warriors will be meaningless. The tribesmen will not be convinced.’

His body was running, but his mind was constantly thinking. He had no choice but to fight. So what should he do?

‘Swarm tactics might work against enemy cavalry, but in the meantime, those long-gun guys will be firing at us with gusto. If we don’t get them, we have no chance of winning.’

“Turn around! Hunt down those guys who got off those horses!”

“under!”

Doo do …

The Comanche soldiers’ morale did not wane even though they were being fired upon unilaterally. The enemy’s fire was certainly taking a toll on the Comanche warriors, but it was not easy for the Dragoon soldiers to hit them as they dispersed quickly and in unison.

This is because combat between line infantrymen was more common, with the infantry forming a barrage to attack enemy concentrations rather than carefully targeting individuals.

The sight of the Comanche cavalry charging head-on and then instantly changing direction and splitting left and right was spectacular.

Tata tata tata tang!

Hehehehehe-

Many horses fell to the Imperial Army’s fire, but few Comanche riders tripped over fallen horses. Instead, they jumped over obstacles and detoured left and right as if it were a given.

“Cavalry, sortie!”

“sally!”

Within a mere 200 meters of the Dragoons, dozens of cavalry units began to engage each other.

In response to the Comanche cavalry approaching in groups of dozens, the Mexican Empire’s cavalry also began to move in platoon and company units.

“Block it!”

There were also groups that really collided with each other, making a banging sound.

Peeping!

Tata Tang!

There were also cavalry units that passed by each other, exchanging arrows and bullets just before the clash.

The cavalry led by the excellent warrior Mupitsukufu was the former.

Boom! The two cavalry corps clashed, creating a loud noise.

Mupitzkufu used an iron axe obtained through trade with the French to cut off the heads of enemy cavalry.

Ugh!

“Hahahaha! You weaklings!”

It was a battle of wooden spears versus iron spears, stone axes versus iron weapons. In addition, the enemy’s revolvers, unlike bows, could be used at very close range.

Of course, the Comanche tribe suffered overwhelmingly in overall damage, but there were quite a few Comanche tribesmen who had iron weapons, and there were also those who overcame this with excellent horsemanship and martial arts.

There were also those who used mysterious horsemanship to shake off the enemy cavalry and charge towards the dragoon units.

Mupitzkupu and his fifteen men used their martial arts and horsemanship to break through the Mexican cavalry that was blocking the Dragoons’ advance.

“Let’s go! Let’s kill those guys who are shooting guns from that safe place!”

“under!”

I rushed forward curiously, but I felt something strange.

A circular cordon with a radius of 100 meters was formed around the Dragoon unit positioned on a low hill, and fewer people than expected were able to break through it.

Naturally, the Dragoon units’ fire was concentrated.

Tata tata tata tang!

It had only been about 10 seconds since they had broken through the encirclement, when a barrage of fire of a density unlike any before began to rain down on the Mupitsukupu group.

Tata tata tata tang!

Hehehehehe-

The horses that were running at full speed fell over at that speed and rolled around, and the men died with broken spines.

Tata tata tata tang!

All of his men were dead, and a bullet grazed Mupitsukufu’s shoulder. A cold sweat began to run down his back, which had been a courageous warrior. But now he could not escape.

“Eww!”

Now the distance to the outermost units of the infantry unit is about 60 meters.

It was his first time coming here.

He had the ability to hit his target accurately even from this distance.

‘Should I shoot the bow? No, I have to stick as close as possible.’

I thought about aiming for the enemy commander, who was clearly wearing flashy clothes, but he was too far away as he was right in the center.

Then I will stick to it as much as possible. I will stick to it and chop its head off with an iron axe. That was when I made that promise.

“Open the window!”

The Mexican Empire officer shouted.

“yes!”

The soldiers lifted the spears that were lying on the ground and aimed them. The ends were still embedded in the ground.

In an instant, a forest of iron spears appeared in front of Mupitsukufu.

“Oh, shit!”

As expected of a great rider, he quickly turned his horse around,

bang!

It was impossible to avoid being shot from a distance of 20 meters.

The bullet pierced Mupitsukupu’s chest.

Kheuk-

Mupitsukupu fell off his horse.