Aztec Eternals

Dawn is approaching, the bright moon falls into the west mountain, and the sun has not yet risen, it is the darkest time of the day. Torches were lit at the head of the tree snake city, and a bonfire was raised outside the Mexica camp, and between the two fires, there were tree snake warriors running in the shadows.

Travito held a baton, stepped on the shadow of the night, and led five hundred elites, running all the way at high speed! They have recharged their batteries and prepared for a long time, and they run so fast. In just a moment of effort, everyone arrived within two hundred steps outside the camp.

"Drip!.Drip!"

At this distance, the firelight of the Mexica camp was projected, and the raiding team could no longer hide. The patrolling squad of Mexica warriors turned pale with fright, and immediately blew the conch horn for warning. The shrill sound of the conch horn immediately echoed in the night sky, waking up all the sleeping warriors and militiamen from their dreams and falling into a real nightmare.

"go!"

As soon as Travito pointed his stick, a team of twenty people was dispatched to attack and kill the patrolling warriors who were warning. Then, the heroic cloud snake hunter kept walking, and arrived at the camp of the Mexica Legion in an instant.

At the outermost edge of the legion camp, there is only a rough fence and a camp gate with a battle flag hanging. Further back is the open-air grass shed of the city-state militiamen. Hearing the warning snail, the camp had already started to make noise. Under the firelight in front of the camp gate, the Mexica warriors guarding the gate mustered up their spirits and assembled quickly. Their faces were full of tension and exhaustion, but they skillfully set up the spears in their hands, hardly needing to think.

Travito glanced at the Mexica warrior at the gate of the camp, but did not choose to rush forward. Not long after the Mexica camped outside Tree Snake City, the surrounding fences were hastily built by militiamen, and they looked like a circle, but in fact they were full of flaws. He walked around the camp for tens of meters, and found a rough wooden fence. Then, with a low drink, he ordered his left and right guards.

"Bring the copper ax and break through the fence!"

Immediately, two strong and strong tree snake warriors raised their axes high and ran out quickly, chopping down the wooden fence vigorously. The rest of the warriors took out sisal ropes, tied them to the stakes of the pillars, and dragged them backwards with all their might. After a dozen or so breaths, the rough wooden fence was crumbling.

"What a sharp and strong axe! Over the past few years, the weapons of the Mexica have become more and more sophisticated, much better than ours! Although the warriors of Cloud Serpent are brave, how much blood must be shed to make up for this gap? .”

Travito sighed with a complicated expression. Then, he pursed his lips tightly, full of killing intent, and waited silently.

The Tlaxcala Valley and the Mexica Valley are actually very close to each other, but they are separated by continuous towering mountains, separated into the east and west of the sacred mountain. There are many trails in the mountains. Although the army cannot pass through, there are smuggling business travelers. These sharp bronze axes were purchased by the nobles of Tree Snake City from the smugglers of the alliance at a high price, and the quantity was very small.

As for why the controlled materials used by the alliance military appear in the hands of smugglers? .It can only be said that no matter in which era, the reselling of military resources will always exist. Severe punishment and sacrifice to the main god can minimize such corruption, but it cannot be completely avoided.

"Duh! Duh!. Bang!"

The ear-piercing sound of the stake breaking suddenly resounded! The rough fence couldn't withstand the chopping and dragging, and finally broke through. In the dim night, Telavito looked behind the fence, and the panicked city-state militiamen had wolf-like smiles on their faces.

"Follow me, kill in! The cloud snake protects us!"

"Cloud Snake Blessing! Kill!"

Telavito swung his baton, jumped into the gap, and killed a young militiaman with two blows. The five hundred tree snake warriors let out chaotic roars, and like a pack of wolves, they rushed in through the gap.

Those who can participate in the night attack are all elite warriors of Tlaxcala. They were skilled in combat, slashing horizontally and vertically, attacking and killing the city-state militiamen who had just woken up and fled in fear, like tigers entering a flock of chickens. After a while, someone picked up the burning firewood from the bonfire and set fire to the outer camp without hesitation!

Soon, a large area of ​​flames ignited, accompanied by shrill screams. The figure in armor swayed in front of the fire, brutally slaughtering the militiamen. The timing of this ferocious night attack was extremely precise, completely beyond the expectations of the Sourwood Legion!

The entire vast outlying camp fell into complete chaos. And the dangerous chaos is spreading in circles, like stones thrown into a pond, splashing bloody waves.

"Ah!. Enemies! Tlaxcalans!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Escape!"

"Don't run away! Kill me!. Uh. Hoho"

Trevito panted heavily, lowered his blood-stained baton, and the bright red dripped down. A militia leader from a Mexica village, bleeding from his neck, lay at his feet, soaking his shoes.

Behind him, there are dozens of dumped corpses, as well as blazing flames. In front of his eyes, dozens of city-state militiamen in disheveled clothes were fleeing in a panic like panicked turkeys, even throwing away all their weapons.

"Haha! The Mexica militias on the outskirts, although there are thousands of people, are vulnerable!"

Travito looked around, his eyes were fierce and sharp, and there was a smile on his mouth. But within a quarter of an hour, he had already killed ten people in a row, and was about to kill through the outer camp where the militiamen gathered, and arrived at the warrior camp inside. After the city-state militia broke up, most of them fled in all directions, but they didn't attack the inner warrior camp.

"Thousands of sour wood warriors in the inner layer are the target of this night attack!"

The cloud snake hunter looked solemn, looked at it for a while, then swung his baton, and continued to kill the inner layer.

The samurai camp in the inner layer is obviously much stricter. The tents and huts are spread out at intervals, and the flags of the city-state nobles are flying in front of the tents. As for the warriors of each family, some of them broke up in the night attack, and the other side moved closer to the nobles directly under them, forming noble battle groups of varying numbers.

"Shh!"

Trevito slashed viciously, piercing the cotton armor of the nobleman in front of him, cutting out terrible wounds and spraying out splashing warmth. A middle-aged Mexican nobleman died in battle under the red tree banner inherited by his family! Then, Trevito threw away the sharply worn stick, stretched out his hands, held the opponent's blood-stained family flag, and folded it forcefully.

"Crack! Bang!"

The banner of the mangrove fell into a pool of blood and was dyed even brighter red. A group of hereditary nobles with dozens of warriors were removed in the brutal night attack, and more than ten elite tree snake warriors were also lost. Trevito took off the longbow on his back, took a short rest with a hatchet and arrows pinned to his waist. While panting heavily, recovering his rapidly consumed physical strength, he squinted his eyes and observed the battle situation around him.

After several moments of fighting, the Mexica militia was completely disintegrated, but the warriors gradually recovered from the chaos. They organized themselves and formed a small team nearby to fight with the raiding tree snake warriors. The two sides slashed at each other and fought close to each other. Life and death were between one blow. From time to time, samurai howled injured, or died silently. And beside him, most of the five hundred tree snake warriors scattered, and I don't know how much they lost, only more than a hundred people are still following.

"There is a separation of tens of meters between the outer and inner layers of the Mexica camp. The fire on the outer edge cannot go inside for a while."

Trevito frowned, thinking secretly. With the help of the burning fire, he looked towards the fiercely fought camp, looking for a truly valuable target.

"The militiamen are like leaves, and they can't be killed. Warriors are like branches, and it takes a lot of effort to break them off. The key to real dignity is the backbone of the core pillar, the glorious nobleman who commands the legion, and the leader of the Mexica! He is in the There!"

The cloud snake hunter watched for a while, and finally found the highest banner! The position of the big flag is at the back of the center of the camp, only two hundred steps away from here. And hundreds of elite sour wood warriors are rushing from the surrounding camps, and hurriedly gathered under the banner.

"Cloud snake bless! Tree snake warriors, follow me to kill, and dedicate the commander of the Mexica to the supreme god!"

Trevito let out a low growl, holding a longbow in one hand and wielding a copper ax in the other, charging ferociously.

"The cloud snake blesses and dedicates to the gods!"

The surrounding tree snake warriors roared with red eyes, followed Travito's footsteps, and rushed towards the highest sourwood banner.

A bonfire was lit under the banner, illuminating everyone's faces. Yotico, the elder commander of the Sourwood Legion, looked gloomy, like a cloud in the rainy season. Wearing gorgeous armor and a light leather hat, he stood in front of the bonfire, looking at the tragic situation in the camp.

"Damn King Avet! Using the siege to consume the warriors of the Sourwood Legion, and forcing me to besiege the city here, I still haven't given me enough troops!"

Facing the sudden night attack of the Tlaxcalans, Jotico was furious. In his heart he felt the pain of losing the legion, and he also had resentment towards the king. But the most important thing right now is to gather the warriors of the city-state, get rid of the chaotic fighting situation, and form a tight and stable battle formation!

Thinking of this, Jotico raised the scepter in his hand and shouted sharply.

"The lord god bears witness! Brave sourwood warriors, don't panic, don't mess up! I'm standing right here, and everyone moves closer to my flag! Set up your spears, raise your batons, form a battle formation, and kill the special forces who attacked at night. "Lascala"

"Whoosh!"

The leader of the Sourwood Legion, beard and hair, was shouting loudly. A sharp copper arrow strikes like lightning! The lightning flashed across the drowsy night, from dozens of steps away, it shot towards his chest in an instant!