The autumn wind was full of chilling force, blowing away the smoke of the explosion of caltrops and bringing the pungent smell of gunpowder. The roar of the "god" echoed in the wind for a long time, and the rich blood melted in the wind, like the world of the dead!
Shulot looked calm as he examined the battle situation in front of him.
In the second wave of bombings, the Tarasco gun array at the top of the city was completely scattered, and hundreds of warriors and militiamen were suddenly blown down. The canine descendants who dropped the bomb were also panicked and trembling on the top of the city. After a while, most of the militiamen who were knocked down by the bombing stood up unsteadily, their ears buzzing, and they completely lost the courage to fight. They howled in random fear, staggered with wounds of various sizes, and fled down the city with horror on their faces.
Facing the fleeing enemies, the canine warriors did not pursue them. They were also overwhelmed by the approaching explosion, immersed in the power of the alien gods, and feared by the thunder beyond the times. The canine descendants knelt down at the top of the city, dropped their shields, and uttered meaningless shouts. Then, the bombardier who completed the mission was distracted for a moment, and suddenly retreated as if he had awakened, leading the canine warriors to collapse together.
The fierce fighting was suddenly interrupted. Both Xianden and the defenders retreated in fear. The two warring parties left a large blank space, and there was a strange scene on top of the city. In this moment of sudden silence, only the rapid arrows passed by each other, fulfilling the mission of war, penetrating the defenders who had forgotten to evade, and bringing out a cry of pain and struggle!
Shulot looked at the city head with bright eyes. He watched as a large number of defenders were knocked down by the sound, and then got up and ran away in fear. The young commander laughed loudly and thought to himself.
Perhaps due to the lack of certain key steps or insufficient purity, the explosive power of primitive black powder has always been limited. The lethal range of the explosion of caltrops is only a short two or three steps, so the bombardier must throw it into the crowd nearby, and it is difficult to throw it with a trebuchet with an accuracy of ten steps. Likewise, this dangerous weapon had no stability at all. The burning speed of the match rope was difficult to control, and the caltrop often ignited early or late. The bombardier has become a destined consumable, which is why Shulot chose the canine.
At this moment, there was a rush on the city, and the defenders fell into disorder and chaos. In the continuous explosions, not many enemies were actually killed by the potsherds, but the sound and air waves of the two explosions were fatal to the enemy defenders!
Faced with a favorable fighting opportunity, Shulot made a decision without hesitation. He threw away the bright red flag and suddenly waved the yellow flag of the sun, shouting orders.
"The Lord God protects us, we will win this battle! God Bless the Legion, charge to the city!"
The low drums beat fiercely again, beating the footsteps of the charge. The high-pitched gongs sounded, inspiring the samurai's murderous intent. The three thousand Divine Blessing Legion held the sun amulet around their necks and shouted in unison.
"Fight for God, die for God!"
Then, the Divine Blessing Warriors showed enthusiasm and rushed forward violently. They waved their war clubs and without hesitation killed the scattered canine descendants and drove them to both sides. Then, in the rain of arrows that temporarily stopped at the top of the city, the Divine Blessing Legion quickly climbed up the city, directly killing the canine descendants who were lying on the ground blocking the way, and boarded hundreds of warriors in a matter of seconds.
Legion commander Natalie, holding a large shield and war club, led his bodyguards to charge forward without stopping. Beside him is Waymark, a close friend who has converted to the Lord God and is reunited. With awe-inspiring murderous intentions, the two men risked their own lives and pounced directly on the chaotic crowd, completely defeating the retreating city defenders. A large group of divine warriors followed closely and pounced on the enemy fiercely. They hardly used shields to block them, they just waved their offensive weapons desperately and kept charging.
The sound of fighting sounded again, and the city head of the Hekou Fortress turned into a sacred altar. The fanatical war stick cuts the weak body and smashes the strong head, trying to turn everything alive into a sacrifice to the Lord God!
Natalie charged all the way until she had taken dozens of steps before she encountered a real obstacle. A dozen Tarasco warriors who were still holding on occupied the narrow passage and formed a spear formation to block it. The dense spears stabbed alternately and repeatedly hit the young legion commander's shield, making it difficult for him to break through for a while.
On the watchtower at the top of the city, the marshal of the fortress finally reacted. The "crocodile" flag was waving rapidly with holes and arrow marks. Five hundred elite reserves shouted loudly to obey. These loyal warrior backbones, accompanied by three thousand reserve Tarasco militiamen, rushed out of the fortress and rushed towards the city.
The Divine Blessing Warriors boarded thousands of people and quickly expanded to the left and right, but were blocked by the enemy's spear array that gradually reacted. Faced with this situation, a blessed warrior's eyes turned red and he roared loudly.
"Your Majesty the Lord Huitzilopochtli, Ikot of Herotepec is dedicated to you!"
After shouting the last name, Yicott ran two steps quickly, holding up the heavy shield with his left hand, holding the amulet on his neck with his right hand, and rushed into the opposite gun array. Under the huge impact, the bronze spear on the front suddenly penetrated into the shield, and the bronze spears on both sides penetrated deeply into the body. Yicott's expression was painful and ferocious for a moment, then he left a dying smile, tilted his head and died.
A cold murderous intent suddenly appeared on Natalie's sculptured face. The moment the spear on the opposite side was restrained by Yicot's body, he quickly raised his shield and pounced on him, then swung his war stick in a short movement and smashed three heads into pieces! The gun array was destroyed, and the agile Waymark took advantage of the situation and continued to kill two people. The warriors behind them swarmed forward, and the dozen or so warriors who formed a formation to defend the city fell to the ground one after another. The last young warrior of Tarasco threw away his spear, fell to the ground and surrendered in fear, and then received a stick slashing at his neck.
Waymark swung his war stick and used the sharp obsidian blade to cut off the neck of the prone man! Then, he wiped a handful of the bright red warmth that splashed all over his face, looked around, and spoke sternly to the group leader.
"Natalie, the enemy's support is coming soon! The city is too small to deploy too many troops, and there are enemies shooting arrows upwards below the city. We have to charge towards the passage and rush down the city as soon as possible!"
Natalie, covered in blood, pulled out the arrows nailed into the shield and nodded expressionlessly. The two men once again led their personal guards, taking the lead, and went straight to the nearest passage to kill. Hundreds of divine warriors behind him also followed up, and then in the narrow passage, they violently collided with the large group of reinforcements from the opposite side!
With the will to die, the battle situation reached a climax in an instant. The battle stick cut the neck, and the bronze spear pierced the waist and abdomen. The blood of the warriors on both sides sprayed each other, and they died together in a tragic embrace!
Shulot stared for a moment, and the enemy's last reserve team had already come forward to support him. The two sides fought fiercely on the city walls and passages, and the flags of the enemy nobles were also flying on the front line of the battle. This was the last and most cruel entanglement! Through a fierce attack, the Divine Blessing Legion firmly occupied the city, but there were still at least 7,000 warriors and militiamen in the city. They were fighting stubbornly under the command of the commander based on the geographical advantage.
The young commander waved his flag again, and several conch horns sounded. Hundreds of personal guards rushed up from behind and reorganized hundreds of longbow warriors. The warriors returned to command, then abandoned their shield chariots and climbed towards the top of the city. They have to shoot at the enemy archers below on the narrow city wall!
Then, Shulot looked to the west. To minimize the casualties during the siege, he had to look at the surprise attack at the water gate!
At this time, on the west wall of the river mouth fortress, the old militiaman Chihuaco was lying on the city wall, dumbfounded, looking at the still burning water gate and the approaching large boat. At the mouth of the river outside the water gate, hundreds of Mexican large boats were lined up in a tight formation, approaching quickly while firing arrows at the city head one after another. The arrows rained down continuously. The archers at the top of the city fought back sporadically, and the rolling stones and wood prepared were not used.
The Mexican navy's attack was launched together with the general attack on Nancheng. Chihuaco looked at the hundreds of incoming ships, but he didn't take it seriously at first. Based on his more than ten years of experience, it was absolutely impossible to capture the city wall with archery alone. The water gate in the west is thick and solid, and it is under the key protection of the city. If hundreds of large boats dare to approach and destroy it, let them taste the power of rolling stones and wood!
The old militiamen always paid attention to the direction of Nancheng, speculating on the progress of the battle. He served well in defending the city and offered rockets. After interceding with the young nobleman, he finally got his wish and was transferred to the Western Wall as the militia captain. The noble lord comforted him, accepted him as his vassal, and gave him a private mission. What he wanted to do was exactly what he wanted.
In the past two days, he deliberately brought all the militiamen he knew well to this part of the city wall to give a few words in secret, especially to the five or six militiamen in the same village. At the critical moment, the old man is simply unreliable. The only ones who can be relied on are these fellow villagers and fellow tribesmen, companions who share life and death together!
The attack outside the Watergate started much as he expected. The two sides fired arrows at each other, and the militiamen hid behind the wooden shields, and there were not many casualties. Then, on a large boat, the young warrior leader suddenly waved his hand. Several warriors suddenly rowed a small boat and rushed towards the water gate at the maximum speed. In an instant, they rushed within thirty steps of the water gate.
The old militiaman looked at the city in confusion as the boat carrying the deceased rushed closer and closer, with a huge wooden coffin on it. There seemed to be copper nails on the coffin, but a hole was left on the edge to lead out a long, slender rope. Amidst the sporadic bows and arrows at the top of the city, the boat quickly rushed out of the heavy water gate and pressed against the wooden door tightly. Then, the warriors on the ship held up their shields, quickly took out the prepared fire, and lit the long rope directly from the middle. Then, among the stones thrown from the city, the warriors jumped into the river without hesitation, and then swam desperately into the distance, as if they were escaping from something.
Seeing this inexplicably familiar scene, the old militiaman's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously looked at the Mexica fleet first. Nearly a hundred steps away, the warriors on the ship covered their ears with their hands and crouched on the ship. He looked around again, and the archers around him were leaning out to shoot arrows at the warriors who were wandering away. At the critical moment, the old militiaman was so excited that he only had time to shout.
"Plug your ears and lie down on the city wall! Stay still!"
Later, the old militiamen followed suit. They were the first to lie down on the top of the city, plug their ears with a scarf, and then hugged the solid female wall with their hands. The militiamen who had shared life and death were so excited that they followed suit and fell to the ground. The other militiamen looked confused and were still looking around.
In just a dozen breaths, an unparalleled explosion suddenly sounded! It was like a falling star, hitting the top of the city with a roar and explosion that drowned everything!
In the sound waves that shook the world, the city head trembled slightly, the rolling stones and trees continued to shake, and even the earthen platform began to shake off. The sound wave came, with a sharp whistle that broke the air. Dozens of militiamen who were shooting arrows were suddenly deafened and their cerebellums were imbalanced. Then they swayed and fell off the city wall, falling into the same turbulent river, and made no sound again.
Hundreds of militiamen at the top of the city were unable to stand firmly and suddenly rolled to the ground like gourds. Fortunately, he was blocked by the earth platform and narrowly escaped death. The unlucky one rolled directly down the city wall, struggling to fall into the inner city from a height of six meters, leaving behind a shrill scream and a pool of spreading blood.
The roar like a "god" echoed far away, and could be clearly heard throughout the fortress. Amidst the roar, all the commanders and nobles looked at Xigu in fear, not knowing what was going on. On the west city wall, the warriors in charge of supervising the battle also looked terrified. They could not calm down from the tremors for a long time, let alone the militiamen who had their minds taken away and were rolling and howling.
The young "Black Wolf" Toltec looked at the scene in front of him in shock. Although His Highness repeatedly warned him, he had also seen the explosion of dozens of kilograms of gunpowder, but what he saw in front of him still made his heart tremble!
In the huge explosion, the thick wooden coffin containing hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder, like a toy of the gods, suddenly exploded into pieces that filled the sky. The air wave suddenly rolled, and the solid wood roof, which weighed tens of kilograms, broke into several pieces and flew six meters directly, cutting several defenders on the city head to the ground. More pieces of wood penetrated deeply into the water gate, and the thick wooden water gate completely exploded, leaving countless broken marks. Then, blazing flames exploded, burning on the boat and the wreckage of the water gate at the same time. Soon, smoke filled the sky, like a black cloud that swallowed everything, completely blocking the sight.
There was silence outside the city. All the arrows stopped at the same time, and there was only the sound of burning flames. Then, a shrill howl sounded from the top of the city, and a harsh cry for help came from around him, awakening the "Black Wolf" who was stunned and stunned.
Toltec raised his eyebrows and looked to the left and right. Even though they were more than a hundred steps away, there were still many longbow militiamen on the surrounding boats who fell into the water and were crying for help and struggling. Several warriors who jumped out of the boat in front and were swimming back were completely stunned by the sound and waves, rising and falling on the water, not knowing whether to live or die.
Fortunately, the expressions of the fifteen hundred temple guards accompanying the ship did not change. They had already been informed of the power of the gods, and they were only shocked for a moment before they stood up again with enthusiasm, roaring and cheering.
"The Lord God Huitzilopochtli has come here! The Lord God has come here! With God's blessing, we will win!"
The continuous shouts shocked the city and boosted the morale of the soldiers. Then, with a wave of Toltec's hand, several large boats carried fierce warriors and large pottery jars filled with water and charged forward. The warriors, wearing water-soaked paper armor and water-soaked cotton helmets, armed with copper chisels and stone hammers, threw themselves at the burning water gate without fear.
Amid the thundering cheers, the old militiamen were heartbroken. He took out the herb bag and took a deep breath, watching the enemy's large boat approaching.
As soon as Fang approached the water gate, the Mexican warriors used their arms to push the pottery jar filled with water directly to the burning water gate. Then, when the flames extinguished a little, the warriors used copper chisels and stone hammers to completely scatter the remains of the wooden door. The water gate of Xicheng is now open, and there is no obstacle in front of the samurai!
The old militiaman's eyes widened with despair on his face. He looked at the enemy ships rushing into the water gate, and then at the turbulent fleet that came after him. The body that had just stood up fell down again, and he let out a long sigh of relief on the top of the city.
"This man-eating fortress has finally fallen!"
