Aztec Eternals

Cangshan Mountain is like the sea, and White Snake City is located on the hill, standing quietly. The setting sun is like blood, there are continuous barracks outside the tree snake city, and the warriors are noisy. In the big tent of the Mexica coach, a short assassination has just come to an end.

Shulot was wearing a bronze armor, with a bronze sword across his waist, and sat on the top of the big tent with a calm face.

On his left is the shadow guard Naxiu in leather armor and holding a long dagger. On his right is Eckart, the captain of the guard, in heavy armor and with a short shield and copper axe. In front of him was the shield Weiters, who was closely protected by a large shield with both hands. The three of them were all vigilant and stared at the door of the big tent, but none of their bodies were stained with blood.

At this moment, a pool of warm blood was silently flowing and converging at the entrance of the big tent. Shulot looked at four or five fallen young female corpses by the tent door, and the small sharp copper needles in the hands of the corpses. He shook his head and sighed with emotion.

"A graceful figure, a beautiful posture, a frown and a smile, attracting people's hearts. The noble daughter of the Tlaxcalans, named the messenger, is eager to get close, wants to be an assassin, and lacks combat experience. Phew! Compared with her , after all, it’s a lot worse!”

Hearing the king's hidden emotional words, Naxiu raised her eyebrows slightly. She remained calm and straightened her chest, revealing a moving arc. Then, she stretched out her hand again, and touched the perfectly slightly raised belly under the arc, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

At the entrance of the big tent, more than a dozen bodyguards' copper spears were stained with blood, and their expressions were cold and hard. Several Prepecha doctors carefully examined the assassin's body. After a while, Taka, a senior Prepecha physician, stepped forward and reported carefully.

"Your Majesty, the assassins are all dead. They only wear copper needles with snake venom on them, and they have no other hidden weapons."

"Snake venom?"

Hearing this, Xiulot's expression changed. He looked at the last girl who committed suicide, her pretty face was relaxed due to paralysis, and she even seemed to be smiling, which was obviously the effect of a powerful neurotoxin. Xiulot thought for a moment, then asked in a deep voice.

"Taka, is there an antidote for this poison?"

"Well!."

Doctor Taka's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty, if we know what kind of snake it is, we can prepare an antidote."

In other words, if you don't know anything and you are poisoned, you are waiting to die.

"Well. The people of Tlaxcala claim to be descendants of cloud snakes, and they finally revealed the inheritance of using snake venom. For the witch doctors of the alliance, the more such inheritances, the better! Step back and take the corpse away. Study it carefully."

Shulot frowned slightly, and gave a light command. He waved his hand, and soon calm was restored in the big tent, leaving only a touch of blood. The young king looked in the direction of White Snake Hill City, pondered for a moment, and gave Eckart a sharp order.

"Eckart."

"Master!"

"White Snake Hill City has been besieged for more than eight months. With all support cut off, there is no hope. Their situation must be very difficult, so they put all their eggs in one basket and sent assassins pretending to be envoys. I predict that the food in the city will not Too much, and when you are anxious, you will act anxiously."

After analyzing this, Shulot pondered for a while before giving the military order.

"Let the warriors run around in the camp, pretending to be in chaos and panic when the commander is assassinated, and show it to the head of the White Snake City! Then, I will give you two thousand armored guards to ambush in the small bases around the trenches of the siege. Truss The Kara people are likely to send troops to attack at night, and when the time comes, it will be your turn to show your true wisdom and bravery!"

"Yes, Patriarch! Fight for you!"

Eckart got down on one knee and saluted respectfully. Then, he immediately took his personal guards and rushed to arrange outside the camp. After a while, thousands of warriors outside the camp started shouting loudly. A large cloud of running smoke and anxious shouts drifted towards the towering White Snake Hill City ten miles away.

Xiulot sat in the camp, reading the letters from the Kingdom and the Alliance. After a while, more than a dozen warrior battalion commanders came anxiously from the outer camps to meet the king. Shulot had a smile on his face, trying to comfort him. After confirming that the king was safe, the battalion commanders left in a hurry to make arrangements to lure the enemy.

It was noisy for half a day, and it didn't calm down until late at night. However, the obvious crying sound echoed outside White Snake City again, arousing turmoil in people's hearts.

The moonlight was dim, and the torches were few and far between. On the towering hills of White Snake City, long moats formed a circle. Eckart, in armor and holding an axe, waited patiently in the camps on both sides of the trench. It wasn't until dark that the gate of White Snake City was quietly opened.

Two thousand elite white snake warriors, all wearing snake-patterned leather armor, poured out of the city gate silently, like long snakes crawling fast in the dark night. Afterwards, led by a warrior with a bow and a stick, they gathered for a while and rushed to the besieged camp with a will to die!

The snake ran, and the warrior fell silent. Spears flashed, clubs lowered. Sure enough, there was something wrong with the Mexica camp. In a panic, there were obvious loopholes in the defense of the trench. Hundreds of White Snake warriors quickly climbed over the ditch that was one person high, and without any hindrance, they excitedly crossed the camp and rushed towards the chaotic camp!

Seeing this scene, the more than a thousand warriors behind were all excited. In this era, the elite who can fight at night have always been a minority. In the chaotic darkness, among the tens of thousands of Mexica warriors, only one-quarter of them could fight at night. As for the remaining warriors, once they collide at night, they are likely to kill each other and cause a big defeat.

The Tlaxcala warriors in White Snake City struggled for several months, suffering from the despair of lack of food and helplessness. But at this moment, the hope of victory finally appeared in front of their eyes, like a large bonfire outside the main camp of Mexica!

"Big bonfire?!"

Salter, the leader of the White Snake Warrior, ran to the front of the camp with a big bow on his back and a baton in his hand. Just ahead, dozens of steps away, a large bonfire was shining brightly, almost illuminating half of the camp. Salter paused slightly, and slowed down. Subconsciously, he had an ominous premonition. It was a veteran warrior who had been fighting for many years and had a keen sense of danger and murderous aura.

"Huh?! This situation doesn't seem right."

"Blessed by the cloud serpent! Kill the Mexica!"

Those who participated in the night attack were all elite warriors in the city, and they all had the courage to die. But the night attack charged here, success or failure is only a moment, there is no room for turning around! Hundreds of White Snake warriors raised their batons, they all burst into a final cry, and without a pause, they charged towards the camp.

"Whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

The last cry was still echoing, and the dense rain of arrows suddenly shot in front of them, bringing the roar of death!

A thousand guard crossbowmen and two thousand legionary archers emerged from behind the camp wall at the same time, and quickly shot deadly copper arrows and feather arrows at the hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors exposed to the fire. But in an instant, the dying wailing sounded outside the camp! The white snake warriors in the brigade, like the beans harvested in autumn, fell down in pieces and scattered into corpses all over the ground. The strong smell of blood diffused in an instant, symbolizing the coming of death.

"The Lord God bless! Fight for God! Cut them off, don't let them escape!"

The shooting outside the camp gate was still going on, and more intense shouts of killing suddenly erupted near the trench behind. White Snake Warrior Chief Salter fell on the ground and turned his head suddenly. In the faint light of the fire, he saw a group of Mexica warriors, indistinct, like coyotes leaping from the darkness, biting the tail of a long snake. The Mexica coyote showed its sharp "copper claws", driving the terrified Tlaxcala warriors into complete despair.

"God of the hunt! We...we are wild deer who were hunted and fell into the trap of the Mexica!"

White Snake Warrior Commander Salter gritted his teeth and looked back and forth. He looked at the corpse of his comrade beside him, and at the fallen figure behind him, his heart felt like a drop of blood. These are the elite of the main force in the city. If they are all buried here, they will be killed in White Snake City.

"That's all! Maybe with two thousand less warriors, the city can last longer!"

Sart lowered his eyes, with a will to die in his heart. There used to be 15,000 people in the city of White Snake Hill, including 4,000 warriors, 6,000 militiamen, and 5,000 old and weak women and children. They stored food for one year. After eight months of siege, there were only less than 11,000 left, and the grain was stored for more than six months. Except for the hundreds of warriors and militiamen who died in the battle, most of the 4,000 people who were reduced were old, weak, women and children who were sacrificed and slaughtered.

"Their taste. It's sour and astringent. I don't want to taste it again."

For the nobles in the city, there is no burden in their hearts to slaughter the humble moth people, or even execute their own servants. Doing so can not only reduce the number of people who eat, but also increase food storage. Of course, such stored food is usually handed over to the warriors to eat. In the same way, if the Mexica drive the old and weak outside the city into the city, not only will it not consume the food in the city, but it will be a supplement. The cruelty of this war-torn era is unimaginable for the peaceful future generations.

"The city-state is the land under your feet, and the gods are the sky above your head. And the fierce Aztecs are the fire from the west! Now the earth is full of flames, and the sky is full of smoke and dust. I am in the abyss, since the defeat , what else is there to say? There is only one death, dedicated to the gods!"

Amidst the bonfire, feathered arrows and screams, Salter, the leader of the white snake warrior, lowered his eyes and read the last poem of his death, but unfortunately no one heard and recorded it. Then, he took a deep breath, dropped the longbow behind his back, gripped his shield and baton tightly, let out a roar like a beast, and rushed to the camp in front of him!

"Whoosh! Duh! Duh!"

A feathered arrow was shot and was blocked by the shield. Then there were a few more, which were still blocked by the skilled White Snake Warrior Chief. He ran very fast, and in a short while, he came to the gate of the camp and raised the battle stick in his hand. However.

"Shhhhhh!."

More than a dozen armored crossbowmen wound up their strings and aimed at the warriors in front of the camp gate at the same time. Then, when the trigger was pulled, more than a dozen sharp crossbow bolts were fired, and at a distance of more than ten steps, they shot the White Snake Warrior Chief Salter!

"Duh!.Puff Chi! Chi!"

White Snake Warrior Commander Salterton stood where he was, like a straw bag that had been shot through, with uncontrollable pain on his face, and a hint of inexplicable relief. The shield on his left arm was pierced by crossbow arrows at close range, while the body on his right side was deeply pierced by four feathered arrows, straight into his chest and lungs.

".cough cough uh haha!"

After the last bloody cough and laughter, the White Snake Warrior Commander fell on his back. He looked at the dim night sky with stars and moon, just opened his eyes like this, and died here in battle. At the last moment of his death, he only had a question that he didn't want to know, but he knew the answer to.

"After I die, who will eat my wife and daughter who stay in White Snake City?"

The fight outside White Snake City lasted all night. The shadowy fire, and the boiling wailing and shouting also lasted all night. White Snake City Lord Tissat stood at the top of the city, looking anxiously out of the city. His heart sank gradually, until it sank into endless darkness, like a nightmare and future that had already been doomed.

When the morning sun rose, thousands of murderous Mexica warriors poured out of the camp like a tide, and came straight to the White Snake City. Wearing bronze armor and helmets, covered in blood, they strode forward coldly, throwing the heads of White Snake Warriors one after another to the White Snake City. Soon, nearly 2,000 heads were built into a hillock, silently displayed in front of the warriors at the head of the city.

At the head of the White Snake City, the warriors and militiamen were dead silent. Even if the foot is a rare strong city in the world, it can't bring them any safety and security. This city-state, which has no reinforcements and is unable to break through, has no hope of changing its destiny.

Soon, a king's flag of the black wolf came from behind the army formation of thousands of Mexica warriors, until it was erected in the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Shulot was wearing a wolf-headed visor, covered in heavy bronze armor, and held a huge bamboo-wood composite bow in his hand. This outstanding big bow was crafted by Kundili, the bowmaker of the royal capital, Qin Congcan. It took several years to craft it meticulously. It represented the latest level of military industry in the kingdom. It was only shipped here last month. And the range of this big bow is much longer than the existing longbow.

Then, Shulot took a few steps forward, and under the protection of his personal guards, he stood outside the White Snake City, looking at the leader of Tlaxcala at the top of the city. After a while, he raised his big bow, aimed at the head of the city, pulled it full, and shot an arrow!

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow flew towards the city wall at the bottom of Qiucheng under the horrified eyes of Tisart, the lord of the White Snake City.

Shulot blushed, but fortunately he was covered by a helmet. He stretched out his hand again, and in front of Tisart, the lord of the White Snake City, made a death declaration by wiping his neck. Then, he didn't care about the other party's reaction, so he turned around and walked away.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, the eyes of White Snake City Lord Tisart instantly turned red. He was like a desperate gambler, placing the highest bet, only to find out that his opponent had cheated! He then loses all hope of retracing the book, is taunted by his enemies, and pronounced doomed.

"...Damn Salt, you can't even recognize the trap, what a waste!"

White Snake City Lord Tissat gritted his teeth, looked at the black wolf's king flag, and went away again. And the Mexica warriors once again tightened the siege of the trenches and cut off all roads. Jingguan, which was piled up with two thousand heads, silently stared at the top of the city, as if sending out an invitation, and the invitation never came back.

"God of hunting! I will offer sacrifices for you! Please bless the pious descendants of the gods!"

After the anger, deep despair hits my heart. Immediately afterwards, despair turned into piety, and turned into the final madness. White Snake City Lord Tissart prayed for a moment, then looked at the family warriors on both sides with red eyes, and ordered sharply.

"Let the priests hold a sacrificial ceremony, choose five hundred sacrifices, and offer them to the supreme gods! After the gods enjoy them, let the warriors share the gifts of the gods together!"

Speak the bloodiest words in the most sacred language, this is the inheritance of the descendants of the cloud snake god. After speaking, Tisat walked down from the top of the city and walked towards the temple in the center of the city. But soon, he remembered something again, turned his head, and spoke quietly.

"Samurai Commander Salter failed the night attack and went to the Kingdom of God. His wife and daughter are also counted in this batch of sacrifices and sacrificed to God!"

The rising sun turned into the setting sun, and the fanatical and confusing sacrificial ceremony was held in the city again. The priests praised wildly, sang and danced, and sacrificed fresh and humble lives. The warriors and militiamen fell to the ground to pray, praying for the blessing of the god of hunting, calling for miracles that never came. And when the night was dark, the crueler scene was covered in deep darkness.

The White Snake City is solid and majestic, standing on a flat hill tens of meters high. The night attack failed, and the strength of the defenders in the city was weakened again. However, the Mexica seem to have no intention of attacking. The long siege of the city is still going on, and the living people in the city are struggling desperately and falling into the abyss of guilt.