Aztec Eternals

Dark clouds appeared in the sky, like a harbinger of a storm. Bonfires burned in the camp, burning the firewood to ashes. Thousands of imperial guard warriors were full of fear, wearing armor, ready to attack. They are tethered jaguars, waiting for the king's order to be dispatched, and they will choose to kill them!

The voice in the tent gradually became lower and lower, like the roar of a wounded tiger. After a few quarters of an hour, the king put on his armor and walked out of the tent. Seeing the king who had left the account, everyone's faces were shocked.

I saw Shulot wearing a bronze helmet covering his face, covering the expression on his face, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, and holding the high priest's staff tightly in his hand. Then, he raised his scepter, looked around at the generals outside the tent, opened his tightly squeezed mouth, paused word by word, and shouted in a cold and hoarse voice.

"Wang Ling, send envoys! Eight thousand men from the Feather and Goose Legion went northward, moved to the north of Cholula, blocked the north passage of the city, and cut off the retreat route in the city! Eight thousand men from the Guajili Army came west, hunted around Cholula, and blocked the east of the city. In the wilderness, arrest people fleeing from all over the world! Eight thousand people from the Huashu Legion took over Hei Lang and guarded the mountaintop city. Ten thousand people from the Pan Mang Legion garrisoned Water Valley City. Seven thousand people from the Imperial Guard Army went north to attack Cholula. Destroy the priest family!."

"The whole army starts immediately! Before sunset today, I will arrive at the city of Cholula! If any Cholula envoys come, they will be executed immediately!! All Cholula warriors, nobles and priests encountered along the way will be sacrificed and executed! !"

"Follow your will!"

Berthard fell on the ground and saluted deeply. Then, he took big strides, and went to remove the chains from the howling Janissaries!

"Ah!.Ah!"

The king's order to go to war was quickly issued, accompanied by the news of revenge for the high priest. The senior Mexica warriors blew the terrifying death whistle, and the shrill screams echoed in the mountains. This is the call sign of the messenger of death, and it is also the sentence before the killing comes.

"Bang bang! Aww! Roar!."

Thousands of guard warriors put on armor, held copper axes and spears, and knocked on the wooden shields in their hands. Then, amidst the beating of war drums, they roared all over the sky, raised their killing blades, saluted the dead high priest, and made promises to the angry king.

In just a few quarters of an hour, the seven thousand imperial guards were ready. Shulot carried the black wolf king's flag on his back, surrounded by his personal guards, and headed north!

In front of the black flag, there are two thousand lightly armed Tekos pioneers; below the black flag, there are one thousand armored guards holding bows; behind the black flag, there are three thousand heavily armored warriors; Artillery Battalion towing the Bronze Beast. The 7,000 elite armored leaves clanged and killed without a sound, but after half a day's rapid travel, the vanguard of the imperial guards had already arrived at the city of Cholula.

Encountered along the way, two teams of Cholula envoys, and more than a hundred descendants of nobles who had fled abroad, were all captured by the vanguard and beheaded on the roadside. Afterwards, the two thousand pioneers broke into the still burning outer city of Cholula without stopping, defeated the more than one thousand Cholula warriors who were fighting the fire, and met only half of the high priest's personal guards left.

The sun slanted to the west, and the golden light fell on the red city of Cholula, revealing the broken walls and ruins, and the scorched blackness of the fire. Thousands of corpses were scattered on the streets of the outer city, and tens of thousands of civilians either fled or hid in their homes, watching the advancing legion tremblingly. The holy city, which was prosperous and prosperous yesterday, has become a ruins today.

The old fox Petel stood on the inner city wall with a pale expression, and fear and uneasiness never before appeared in his eyes. Beside him were more than a dozen priests and elders whose faces were ashen. The most honorable group of people in Cholula are all standing here, looking at the erected black wolf king flag, looking at the coming cruel fate.

Hundreds of Terkos vanguards came outside the inner city walls with bleeding heads in their hands. Then, with fierce expressions, they accumulated thousands of heads under the city wall to form a brand new Beijing Temple. A steady stream of pioneer warriors are still coming, making the Jingguan even taller.

"It's over! The two thousand warriors in the outer city are all over."

War Elder Weizier stared wide-eyed, carefully looked at the head under the wall, with despair on his face.

"What should I do? Last night, the Mexica soldiers set fire to kill them, and the outer city was in total chaos. There was no time to mobilize the militia. Now, there are only two thousand temple warriors in the inner city, how can they hold it?"

"Ah! Eight thousand temple warriors in the holy city, why are there only two thousand left?"

An old priest elder stared wide-eyed and roared in disbelief.

"Who?! Fleeing with the samurai?"

"Three legions of the Mexica came from three sides, and the whole holy city was besieged, and there was no escape!"

Weizier smiled bitterly, and replied in a low voice.

"Of the 8,000 warriors, 3,000 died in battle in Shuigu City, and 1,000 casualties were in the previous looting. Two thousand were thrown outside the city, and they were captured and killed just now, and their heads were piled into Jingguan. In our hands, only the last two are left. Thousands of people!"

The old priests and elders, beards and hair all stretched out, kept chasing after him.

"...Only two thousand warriors left! Send people out of the city quickly and gather the militiamen in the city! No matter how high and strong the city wall is, how can we defend it without manpower?"

"The Mexica Legion has pushed to the inner city, how can we open the city gate?"

Vizier shook his head. Open the door at this time, and die faster. The old priests and elders have no military knowledge at all. However, the holy city of Cholula has been at peace for a long time, and most of the elders are like this, let alone go into battle in armor.

"How do you keep this? The holy city of Cholula is where the hearts of the world live, and it has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years! We are a family of priests revered for generations, and we are the Toltecs in the city! Send a few more envoys to Mexico Your Highness, please surrender? No matter how barbaric the Mexica are, they will not shock the world and drive us all to extinction!"

Hearing this, another priest elder showed hope and shouted loudly.

"Yes! Go ask the Mexica to surrender! No matter what the harsh conditions are, as long as we can negotiate and save our worth and lives, even if we become city-state priests or village priests!"

"Hey! Talk? How to talk? All the envoys sent were killed, and none of them came back! We have all interrogated the captured Mexica soldiers. They are avenging the high priest! . The priest died in the holy city of Cholula out of nowhere! It is said that before his death, he smoked the magic smoke and took the potion presented by Patel"

A mature priest elder squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the pale priest leader, Patel.

"If you want me to say that the only way to appease the anger of the Mexica is to hand over the murderer who murdered the high priest!"

".How did this happen? How did you get to this point?!"

The old fox Petel was trembling, looking at Jingguan a hundred steps away, whispering in despair. Of course he knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his magic smoke and medicine, and no one in the holy city would assassinate the high priest last night. And rule out all possibilities, even if the rest is unbelievable, it is the truth!

"Sitre, you are so ruthless! Haha!"

Petel murmured and laughed sternly, like a night owl being cornered.

"You died here on purpose, did you want to take all of us old guys away? Why are you so ruthless, ruthless to yourself, and ruthless to us! You ruthless old fox!!"

"Peter, stop making excuses! Did you do it? Don't drag everyone to die together!"

The priests and elders in their prime encouraged everyone, with a cold light in their eyes.

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Petel's eyes widened, and he turned to look coldly. His face was distorted, and the corners of his eyes were raised fiercely, like a poisonous snake struggling to die.

"The high priest died here! Are you still thinking of surrendering?! Let me tell you, the Mexica will never let us go! Mobilize all the young men and warriors in the inner city, distribute the battle sticks, bows and arrows and leather armor in the warehouse, all Keep it here for me! If you keep it for one day, you will live one more day, if you can't keep it, you can die together!"

Hearing Petel's roar, the city was completely silent. A group of elders were shattered of all their fantasies, and faced the bloody reality, their faces revealed the unwillingness and despair of waiting for death.

"Ah!.Ah!"

The mournful death whistle blew outside the inner city wall. The Mexica warriors of the Chinese army rested for a quarter of an hour, and finally, surrounded by the king's flag of the black wolf, passed through the outer city where the fighting had not yet subsided, and arrived at the inner city wall outside the wonder of the Great Pyramid.

Shulot was wearing a helmet, his face was expressionless, and he stared at the large group of priests wearing feather crowns above the city with cold eyes. A strong killing intent welled up in the king's chest, rushed straight into his mind, and almost reached the ends of his hair. He exhausted all his will to let go of the tens of thousands of civilians in the city, and he did not issue a royal order to massacre the city. As for the thousands of warriors, nobles and priests in the city

The king raised the red command flag and waved it coldly forward.

"Bring here all the Cholula priests you caught, and kill them all!"

"Follow you! Your Highness!"

The personal guard bowed his head in salute, and strode away. Soon, more than two hundred imperial guards escorted the same number of priests and apprentices to the city wall, and pushed them down to the ground. These people are old and young, and many of them are related to the elders at the head of the city, and have the same blood.

"Ah! This! My son!."

"...Don't! My descendants"

The old priests and elders roared sharply. The priests and elders in their prime howled loudly. The war elder Weizier lowered his eyes and remained silent. The old fox Petel didn't look at him, but stared at the helmeted king, shouted loudly, and made the last hopeless struggle.

"Your Highness of the Mexica! The Holy City did not murder the High Priest! The High Priest committed suicide."

"kill!"

Shulot waved the command flag suddenly, and the stern death whistle sounded again, announcing the arrival of death.

"Ah!.Ah!"

The imperial guards swung their copper axes in unison and chopped down with all their might! Their killing skills are so exquisite, they didn't touch the bones, but cut the neck in two!

"Shhhhhhhhhh."

Dapeng's blood spurted out and gathered into a pool of blood on the ground. And more than two hundred heads were floating slightly on the pool of blood, staring closely at the top of the city with the panic before dying.

"boom!"

The two priests and elders couldn't stand it anymore, their eyes turned white, and they fell directly on their heads. There was a panic on the top of the city, and the warriors were running and shouting, mixed with desperate wailing!

"Ha ha!"

Petel smiled miserably, turned around, and looked at the majestic man-made mountain wonder.

As the sun set in the west, it fell on the top of the Great Pyramid, illuminating the sanctuary of the gods exceptionally brilliantly. The twelve priest families of the holy city, relying on the belief of the Nahua gods, have lived on the shining spire for more than five hundred years. However, at this moment, the sunset is falling in the sky, pools of blood are pouring out from the ground, the houses are burning, and the corpses are lying around. Cover the city of Cholula and bring the final death

"Under the twilight, the gods are about to fall. This is the twilight of the gods!"

Petel looked up at the sunset and murmured in his mouth. Facing the brilliant sunset, he suddenly danced a dance to worship the gods and sang the ballad of reincarnation in the last days, right on the head of the city full of people, under the watchful eyes of the imperial guards.

"The gods created the world and were never satisfied, so there was reincarnation. 'Four tigers', 'four winds', 'four rains', 'four waters', the four suns have already set, and the fifth sun is about to rise! Death The flames of the gods burned the bodies of the gods; the flames of the newborn gave birth to a brand new main god!"

"Ah! Ah! I looked up at the sun in the sky, I saw the cocoa tree crashing down, I saw the inversion of the noble and the humble! The holy blood flowed everywhere, and the humble moth people stood high! Ah! Ah! The end of the cycle of reincarnation comes in darkness, This is the twilight of the gods, and it is the end of the gods! Volcanic demons rule the earth, and without the guidance of the holy priests, the world of death is coming! Boundless blood, endless sacrifices, heads piled into hills, Bodies piled into an ocean."

"Oh! The world of death?"

Xiulot sneered, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Looking at the struggle of the priests of the holy city before dying, he felt joy in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. But it's not enough, not enough!

"That is my dearest relative, and the person in this world who taught me and raised me! Now, he is dead, and he will die here. All of you must be buried with him!"

At this moment, the king's heart is as solid as blood-red corundum, as cold as the glacier of the sacred mountain. He glanced at the setting sun that was about to set, unwilling to wait, and waved the command flag with a cold expression.

"Longbow guards, get in and shoot!"

A thousand longbow warriors put on bronze armor and held longbows, and walked quickly to within sixty steps of the inner city wall. Sparse feather arrows were shot from the top of the city one after another, but they hardly broke the armor. The bow warriors lowered their heads slightly, raised their bows obliquely, aimed a little, and shot suddenly!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp rain of arrows whizzed away and fell into the defenders at the top of the city, bringing out howls. Dozens of Cholula warriors fell to the ground on the spot, and several priests also died on the spot.

The priests and elders suddenly panicked, and retreated from the city in a hurry, surrounded by family warriors. The priest leader Petel also stopped the sacrificial dance, was set up by the family warriors, and escorted away quickly. On the city wall where the arrows intersected, only the war elder Weizier remained. Wearing leather armor and holding a large shield, he tried his best to hold on to the top of the city under the cover of many warriors.

After ten rounds of arrow rain passed, the sun set on the mountain, announcing the end of the day. Shulot ordered a thousand guards to block the city wall and patrol overnight to guard against the escape of the priests of the holy city. The remaining warriors lit a fire and camped in the outer city to rest. Hundreds of Tekos pioneers started making ladders without resting for a moment.

The long night passed in a flash. On the Great Pyramid, all the holy places were brightly lit all night. First, the priests and elders laughed loudly, the young girls laughed and screamed, and after a while, there were women's screams, and the elders laughed wildly.

Shulot's face was calm and he didn't care. No matter how despondent these so-called "gods" do, what they do, there is only doomed death to greet them!

On the second day, the Yuyan Army and the Guajili Army sent envoys to report back to His Highness. The vanguards of the two armies have entered the outer city of Cholula and captured hundreds of fugitive city-state nobles and priests.

The king waved the red flag coldly, and there were hundreds of "noble" corpses under the city wall outside the pyramid. Then, the longbow warriors came out and shot at the seven-meter-high wall. The imperial guards erected a few ladders and started the first day of siege.

Two thousand Cholula warriors chanted the slogan of the gods, shot arrows, threw spears, threw stones, and fought until they died. Their number decreased rapidly, and five or six hundred people were killed on the first day. However, under the baptism of faith since childhood, the will of the defenders is extremely tenacious, and there is no trace of retreat.

The king's face was like an iceberg, and he continued to adjust his army, strengthened the suppression of bows and arrows, and rushed to control the ladder day and night. More and more Mexica legions gathered, and most of the outer city was pacified.

Except for the war elders, the rest of the priests and elders never appeared at the top of the city again. On the huge and majestic Great Pyramid, the sacred smoke lingers day and night, and the laughter is endless, as if it is a kingdom of God separated from the world.

On the third day, three Mexica legions ascended the city from three sides at the same time. The Cholula warriors fought hard for half a day, and at sunset, they finally lost the southern city, which was the most aggressive of the army. Immediately afterwards, the defenders of the East City also collapsed. Black Wolf Toltek, with red eyes, put on his armor himself, rushed into the city, and rushed towards the Great Pyramid.

Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, and the brutal killing began immediately. The cries of fear in the city turned into desperate wailings, the wailing turned into wounded screams, and then the screams turned into dying moans, and finally the moaning became silent. It was another long and cold night, and ruthless darkness came from all sides, covering everything. dead bodies, drowned in boundless blood.

Shulot lowered his eyes and sat cross-legged outside the city, holding the high priest's staff tightly. He quietly watched the killing in the inner city, his heart longing for death was gradually satisfied by life. It was not until the early morning of the fourth day, when the dawn light lit up from the sky, that he stood up, carefully put down the magic staff in his hand, and drew out the obsidian dagger.

Because, a group of priests and elders of Cholula have been captured by the guard warriors. And the final sacrifice must be done by himself!