Aztec Eternals

The long wind is mighty for thousands of miles, and after a season of dry prosperity, it brings the chill of late autumn. The sun shone brightly for thousands of miles, shining on the battle sticks of the warriors outside the city, falling into the eyes full of murderous intent, reflecting the figures of the fortress defenders. Tarasco's defenders gathered silently on the city wall, piling up the defense equipment. The dark red blood condensed on the bluestone city wall, and then soaked in the gray-yellow soil, waiting for a new flow.

The Mexica camp was opened, and tens of thousands of warriors and militiamen came out one after another, filling the field in front of the fortress. The battlefield was full of depressing noises and uncontrollable growls.

Xiulot was wearing a gorgeous feather suit, with a towering banner on his back, standing in the center of the army, on a newly built high platform. He summoned "Black Wolf" Toltek and gave a few instructions in a low voice. Prepared for the convenience, nodded and left. Then, the young commander called Natalie, the newly arrived commander of the God's Blessed Army, and gave orders loudly.

"Praise the Lord God, He promised us a great victory today! Natalie, in today's siege, the dog descendants will be the first to go first, and the God's Blessed Legion will be the second to attack the city. You will be the real main force!"

The young legion commander looked pious and nodded solemnly.

"Praise the Lord God! We dedicate our lives to Him in the holy battle! In the fearless battle, we turned the fortress in front of us into the Lord God's altar! The God's Blessed Legion is ready and waiting for your orders at any time!"

Shulot nodded in satisfaction. The converted Otomi warriors are extremely devout and obedient, and he will try to minimize the casualties of these warriors. Thinking of this, he looked at Teacher Olosh beside him.

"Commander of the Orosh Legion, are the Taoist thorns ready to attack the city?"

The mighty jaguar warrior nodded. He had heard of the power of these new weapons, although he didn't quite believe them.

"The gunpowder craftsman has prepared everything. There are several batches of support, and there are now thousands of pottery balls."

The young commander-in-chief expressed satisfaction. He patted Olosh on the shoulder and said in a deep voice.

"Teacher, I will leave the siege to you in the east! The warriors of the western city-state will be the main force. We should try our best to contain the defenders here, but there is no need to force the leading nobles too much."

Olosh nodded knowingly.

"The Holy City has a good friendship with the nobles of various states for generations. I will try my best to persuade them to attack a few waves!"

Afterwards, Xiulot smiled and ordered again.

"Bring up all the hound-born chieftains of Chichimaker!"

Soon, dozens of dog-born headmen came to His Highness with fear on their faces. After a distance of more than ten steps, everyone knelt down one after another, shouting in awe.

"The great wizard who controls the soul!"

With a blank face, Xiulot ordered in a deep voice.

"The Supreme Lord God pays attention to the battle of the gods. He lowered the mythical weapon and condensed the divine power into a loud ball. The divine power is always eager for life and will take away all living things around you! Now, you return to the tribe and choose A thousand of the most fearless warriors. They will bear the weapons of myth and hurl them into the defenders at the head of the city.

Remember, the powers desire life, and the orb must be thrown accurately. If the enemy cannot be killed, the thrower is put to death as a consecrated offering! "

Hearing the translator's words, the dog-born leaders showed deep horror and some hidden doubts. The gods of the Mexica would personally help them in their war? ! After a while, the leaders bowed to the ground to take orders and left obediently.

Shulot glanced not far away. In the face of great battle, the warriors of the Dogborn are fearless. They held stone axes and hammers, and wore unarmored civilian clothes. They kept roaring restlessly, shouting and provoking towards the top of the city. The young commander thought for a moment and ordered.

"Give a shield to each of the dog-born warriors so that they can rush to the top of the city!"

The personal guards led away, and the chiefs began to select fearless fighters, and everything was quickly completed.

Shulot looked around, tens of thousands of troops were ready, and the battlefield was full of heavy breathing and low shouts. He raised his head again to look at the scorching sun rising into the sky, and under the eyes of everyone, he suddenly waved the command flag.

The fierce battle drum sounded suddenly, with the majesty of breaking everything! The warriors uttered a cry that shook the world, and rushed forward with the command flag.

The four hundred crossbowmen first climbed onto the earthen platform, and the howling rain of arrows suppressed the top of the city. Accompanied by several screams, the defenders at the top of the city crouched down and carefully hid behind the earthen platforms and wooden shields. Then, hundreds of shield vehicles carrying more than a thousand longbow warriors approached from the east and west walls, within 90 steps in a short while. The head of the city quickly fired arrows, and the archers behind the shield car also fired back one after another, and the rain of arrows began to cover the sky!

The sound of the trumpet sounded, and hundreds of Otomi militiamen pushed more nest cars than last time, came to the right side of the city wall, and began to tilt and suppress the city head. On the left wall of the last attack, a sheltered wooden shed has been built, and the reinforcement on the right side has not yet been completed. Soon, the feathered arrow of "Xu Xiu" shot out from behind the wooden plank of the nest cart, crossed a precise arc, and nailed the enemy who showed his figure to death. The enemy's archers also counterattacked the nest cart one after another. While shooting at the archers on the top of the nest cart, they shot down the militiamen who were pushing the nest cart.

The shrill horn sounded again, and the east and west sides of the city walls launched an attack at the same time. Outside the restrained east wall, four thousand warriors from the western city-state of Mexica were standing on ladders, walking steadily. Under the protection of tight shields, they slowly pushed towards the top of the city, seeking the support of shield vehicles from time to time.

Outside the main attacking south wall, the Chichimaker descendants were much braver. More than a thousand dog descendants only held the wooden shield covering half of their body, set up a tall ladder, and arranged a loose formation, rushing towards the city wall at high speed. In just a few dozen breaths, the dog descendants rushed within fifty steps of the city wall, entering the dense projection range of the city head.

Without hesitation, Xiulot waved the battle flag again, and the sound of the drums suddenly accelerated. The crossbowmen uttered low shouts, releasing a wave of sharp arrow rain. Thousands of Tarasco archers at the head of the city also fired together, mixed with raindrops of spears and stones. Two waves of feathered arrows "swish" across the air, like two layers of flying wings, penetrating into the weak body at the top of the city and below the city.

The ear-piercing howl suddenly became louder, even overshadowing the continuous drums of war. In an instant, hundreds of people turned over and fell to the ground, and thousands of blood flowers bloomed in the wind. Then, the warm fluid flows freely, coating everything around it. The feather arrows did not stop, and the militiamen on the top of the city desperately threw arrows and stones, and they died in teams. The dog descendants under the city were even more tragic. Their unarmored bodies were shot to the ground in pieces, and they showed signs of collapse in an instant.

The canine warriors began to hesitate as they fell in large numbers without touching the enemy. Some soldiers are still charging forward, and the first ladder is being built towards the top of the city. Most of the soldiers began to wait and see and wander, while a few had already turned their heads and fled to the camp.

Xiulot's face turned cold, and he waved the battle flag ruthlessly. Nearly a thousand personal guards who supervised the battle immediately stepped forward, blocked all the retreat passages, and shot to death dozens of dog descendants who fled behind without hesitation. Then, the second batch of thousands of dog descendants were driven and threatened, and continued to rush towards the city. As the first batch of dog descendants, they are doomed to die!

After defending the city for more than a month, the lime on the top of the city was almost exhausted. A Tarasco warrior hurled the last limestone jug, sending blinding smoke below the ramparts. A dozen dog descendants immediately covered their eyes and howled like wolves. Then, before the samurai could hide, he was shot by the archer who was taking care of him, and he also fell into the flying gray mist.

With the addition of the second batch of dog descendants, dozens of ladders were erected one after another. As soon as the copper hook was hooked firmly, hundreds of dog descendants waved their shields and stone hammers impatiently and rushed towards the top of the city. Then, they were greeted by dozens of dense spears. The sharp copper spears attacked cruelly alternately, piercing them into bloody tattered sackcloth.

This well-coordinated bronze spear formation is completely different from the disorderly fighting on the plateau. The dog descendants waved their weapons in vain, but it was like facing the boiling snow, which melted piece by piece on the top of the city, turning into red blood.

Seeing that the dog descendants had finally reached the top of the city and were rapidly consuming, Xiulot nodded slowly. He waved an extraordinarily bright red banner, and the warriors overseeing the battle watched with vigilance, bringing thousands of selected Dauntless Hounds to the front. This is the range boundary just over a hundred steps away from the city wall.

The gunpowder craftsmen have long been prepared. They ignited more than two hundred pottery tribulus with extended fuses, and then without a pause, stuffed them into the arms of the same number of dogs.

"Run! Speed ​​up! Get close to the top of the city, at least halfway up, and then throw the ball of divine power into the enemy formation at the top of the city, and you can return! Remember, if you don't reach the city wall, anyone who throws it indiscriminately will die!"

Several translators looked threatening and repeated the words they had said more than a dozen times. Then, the warriors swung their batons viciously, and the dog-borns rushed forward like a pack of wolves being driven away.

More than two hundred dog descendants held the flaming "divine power" ball and ran wildly with all their strength. They passed the shield car that shot arrows quickly, they passed the fallen corpses all the way, they came to the city wall with the ladder, and they finally climbed nearly half of the ladder!

"Boom boom boom!" Dozens of early-burning pottery caltrops exploded directly on the ladder, smashing the dog-born warrior holding the ball to pieces. The violent explosion was like the roar of a god, and there was an uproar at the top of the city and the city below, and the fear of the unknown gripped everyone's heart!

Then, keeping in mind the order of the "God", the remaining dog-born suddenly threw the heavy ball in their arms. The gray-yellow pottery caltrops crossed a high arc and landed in Tarasco's spear array. A Talas warrior at the head of the city looked bewildered, and kicked the hedgehog ball that made a "squeaky" sound.

"Boom boom boom!" The hedgehog's ball exploded suddenly, emitting countless tiny sharp pottery fragments, which instantly knocked down the nearby Tarasco warriors. The pottery shards broke into the warrior's cotton armor, tore the thin skin, and pierced into the soft body, causing the heart to stop beating quickly. The more deadly fragments shot upwards, piercing the fragile eyeballs, and piercing deeply into the head and face, dense and terrifying holes appeared on the face.

Within two steps of the explosion, the warrior in cotton armor didn't say a word, and immediately fell down with holes all over his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Within four steps, a huge sound wave shook the inside and outside, penetrated into the ears of the defenders, knocking down the militiamen and warriors together. The city where the defenders gathered was suddenly emptied.

"Boom boom boom!" Nearly two hundred balls exploded one after another. Some of the throws were accurate and exploded on the city wall. Whether it was the dog descendants fighting in chaos or the defenders fighting, they were all ruthlessly blown down at the same time. Some used too much force and landed behind the city walls, killing two or three waiting Tarasco militiamen, shocking the rear reserves. Some failed to throw and fell below the city wall, injuring the dog-born who were staring blankly.

The sound of the explosion shook the world, resounding in the hearts of everyone on the battlefield, and stopped the tragic fighting! On the top of the city, the fierce battle stopped for an instant, and both the defenders and Xiandeng showed unknown fear on their faces. Behind the shield car, the firing crossbowmen also slowed down and looked towards the top of the city in fear. Above the tall nest carts, the warriors could see more clearly. They looked at the exploding smoke, and their faces showed awe of divine power and reverence for the main god!

A moment later, under the deliberate guidance of the priests, bursts of cheers sounded from the Mexican army, with fanatical piety!

"The main god Vitzilopochtli descended with supreme divine power, destroyed the enemies in front of him, and granted Mexica victory!" This is the priest's chant.

"The Lord God has come, God-given victory!" This is the devout prayer and blessing of the warriors.

"God bless, we must win!" This is the most fanatical cry of the God Bless Legion!

The morale of the defenders at the top of the city trembled suddenly, the warriors of Tarasco couldn't believe it, and the faces of the militiamen were full of fear of the myth. Only the survivors who participated in Lake Uriria remained calm. They were prepared for the gods behind the Mexica, and they continued to fight under the command of the "crocodile" family warriors.

Xiu Luote looked at the Tao Tribulus that exploded for the first time in actual combat, and looked at the majestic prestige of the original gunpowder weapon, and his heart was full of pride in opening the era! Amidst the praises resounding through the clouds, he laughed loudly and waved again.

"The second batch of grenadiers, charge to the death!"

The gunpowder craftsmen looked normal, and continued to ignite the dangerous pottery caltrops, stuffing them into the arms of more than two hundred dogs. The dog descendants looked at the "mythical weapon" in their hands in fear, and then they did not dare to stop, exhausting the greatest strength in their lives, and rushed towards the city wall a hundred steps away again.

On the watchtower, the "crocodile" aristocrat Ospai stared wide-eyed, looking at everything on the city wall below in shock, completely unacceptable. During the two months of besieging the city, his carefully arranged defense line was on the verge of collapse almost at the moment of the explosion. Then, amidst the cheers of the Mexica people, he saw the second batch of dog descendants rushing forward, and roared in a hurry and eagerly.

"Guards, guards! Shoot at the barbarians holding the ball!"

The "crocodile" noble shouted sharply, and fiercely picked up the longbow, and shot down a dog descendant with an arrow. Afterwards, the dozens of guards beside him also reacted, and shot feather arrows in fear, shooting the deadly attacker to death on the way of charging.

The rapid drumbeat sounded, and the absent-minded crossbowmen shot again. The howling rain of arrows suppressed the city, and took away the Tarasco archers who released the arrows. Under the constant arrows, the dog descendants kept falling, and finally climbed up the ladder again, and threw the pottery thorns in their hands!

A cry of terror erupted from the walls. The nearby militiamen turned around in panic, retreated frantically and fled. The rest of the Tarasco warriors swung their spears vigorously, trying to drive away the dangerous ball of "divine power".

"Boom, boom, boom!" In the desperate eyes of the people around him, the Tao terrestris filled with several catties of gunpowder mercilessly exploded, blowing down hundreds of warriors and militiamen again! The howling sound was accompanied by terrified shouts, resounding under the sky!

"Boom, boom!" After a short while of shouting, another unparalleled explosion came from the river. Like the meteorite that destroyed the world in mythology, it suddenly fell from the west of the fortress, overwhelming all human voices. In the thunderous explosion, the entire towering huge stone castle trembled with fear!