The setting sun sets on the tall buildings, reflecting golden silhouettes, outlining the hero's tragic end. The strong wind blew the flag and shook it
The sound of "clatter" is like the approaching footsteps of death.
"Crocodile" noble Osipi stood upstairs, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was heaving. He stared towards the west, watching the flags of gods and nobles falling one after another, and hearing the fierce sound of fighting in the distance approaching quickly, but no more troops could be sent to stop them.
At this moment, the fall of the fortress is a foregone conclusion! Even though he was well prepared, the Northern Marshal still felt desperate and cried out in pain.
"Such a strong fortress, in my hands, only lasted for two months! There is no such strong city in the south, and the capital's military strength is empty. Is the kingdom destined to perish?!..."
"Master! The west gate has fallen and the situation is not good. Please let us escort you to retreat first!" A family warrior, covered in blood, rushed back from the western front line and fell directly at the feet of Ospai, shouting anxiously.
"Escape? Where to escape?! The 'Crocodile' fiefdom has been inherited here, and there is no place for it in the capital. The gods and ancestors are watching me! I have already made a promise, vowing to live and die with the fortress!" At this point,
The "crocodile" noble suddenly became excited. He couldn't help but pull out the copper ax from his waist and stared outside the southern city towards the Mexica people.
"Black Wolf" Shuai Qi made several blows with force and cursed continuously.
"Death! Die! I chased you on the river that day. I should have cut you into several pieces until you die!..." Ospai looked ferocious and cursed for only a moment before another family warrior rushed over and flowed down the road. of blood.
"Master! The Mexicans have surrounded this place and are about to attack!" Through the attic,
The "Crocodile" noble looked down, and fanatical enemy warriors surrounded the upper floors. A young warrior leader raised his bow and fired an arrow, accurately shooting his own bodyguard, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"Go to hell!" Osipai took out his long bow, nocked it and fired an arrow. His hands were shaking violently and were a little unsteady. This arrow only killed one of the bow-wielding militiamen.
When the young samurai downstairs heard the news, his subconscious flashed quickly, showing his extraordinary martial arts. Then, when he looked up, he saw sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, confident and sharp.
"Ah, why do the Mexicans have so many warriors! That's all, I'm determined to die, so why bother killing the warriors!"
The "crocodile" nobleman suddenly became powerless and his spirits waned. He threw away the long bow in his hand, held the bronze ax again, stroked the bronze ax surface, and felt the coldness of the tentacles.
"Master of the family, the enemy is attacking! Please be prepared and go to the Kingdom of God fearlessly! We will follow you on the road together!" The newly appointed family warrior chief lay on the ground and said sincerely.
Ospie nodded. He crossed the copper ax in his hand and placed it on his neck, feeling the sharp tip of the ax and his skin tingling slightly.
Then, he closed his eyes and shouted loudly.
"For the glory of the gods!" After a while, the sound of fighting became closer and closer, mixed with the sound of continuous bows and arrows piercing the air, and constant screams.
The family warrior chief raised his head and looked at him as if he was sleeping.
The head of the "Crocodile" family was startled, and then he lowered himself to the ground to persuade him again.
"Master, the enemy has arrived upstairs! Please go to the Kingdom of God calmly! I will sort out your body!" In this quiet moment, Osipai opened his eyes, and scenes from the past came to his mind.
He succeeded to the throne at a young age and was very high-spirited. In his middle age, he fought with great courage...conquered the Tekos tribe and won a great victory.
Sweeping down the Chichimec dog descendants, infinite scenery... and resisting the Mexican alliance, the fire of the great defeat on the lake... There was a changing reluctance in his eyes, and infinite sadness on his face.
"For the glory of the kingdom!"
"Crocodile" the nobleman shouted again in a deep voice. The injury on his right arm was still aching, and he seemed to be unable to exert strength just now, so he changed the copper ax in his hand to his left arm.
Then, the ax tip changed direction and approached the neck again. A moment later, the sound of fierce fighting reached the door, and the wild shouts of the Mexicans could be clearly heard.
"Capture the Divine Marshal alive and sacrifice it to the Supreme God!" Then there was a crisp sound of the flag breaking.
"Click". Looking at the head of the family who was as quiet as a sculpture, the family warrior chief showed despair. He fell on the ground and knocked hard several times.
"Master, the flag has been broken, and the enemy is right in front of you! Please go to the Kingdom of God with dignity! I will go first and die for the family!" After saying that, the family warrior chief stood up from the ground, turned around resolutely, and walked out the door. Kill.
Not long after, there was a death cry. Osipai opened his eyes, looked around, let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes again.
"For the glory of the family!" This time, he made up his mind and gritted his teeth, just to recite a dying poem,
The "Crocodile" family will end from now on! Outside the attic door,
"Black Wolf" Toltec smashed the oncoming warrior captain to death with two sticks. Immediately, he looked inside the door. The enemy marshal in rich uniform was closing his eyes, holding a battle ax horizontally, and was about to kill himself.
Out of respect for the warriors who died, Toltec held the war stick, stopped and stood solemnly at the door.
He looked forward to the brilliant blooming of the bright red flower and the beautiful withering of the warrior's life. After a while, the enemy marshal still maintained the posture of committing suicide, but slightly cut some skin with the tip of the ax, leaving a faint blood mark on his neck.
Toltec was stunned for a moment, and then he spat out angry curse words! He rushed forward, using the edgeless side of his war stick.
A sudden slap on Ospel's left shoulder.
"Crocodile" the nobleman cried out in pain and was knocked to the ground. He dropped the copper ax in his left hand as if relieved, waiting for the judgment of fate.
"Black Wolf" became angry, slapped Osipai twice with his backhand, and yelled angrily.
"You bluffing rat fish! You pretend to be a hero, but you can't even cut your neck for a long time!" Ospie cried out in pain, with stars in his eyes and bruises on his face.
He had indeed made up his mind, but he just thought that his century-old family was about to perish, and his heart was so confused that he could never think of a dying poem... Toltec let out his anger freely, and then grabbed the lapel of Osipai's clothes. , laughed.
"I, Toltec, captured the enemy marshal alive!"
"Black Wolf" took out the hemp rope from his waist, tied up Ospie like a crocodile, and dragged him directly to the top of the building.
Then, he shook the broken marshal's flag with one hand, pulled Osipi up from the ground with the other, and shouted with all his strength.
"I, Toltec, have captured the enemy marshal alive!" At the passage under the southern city wall, thousands of Tarasco's warriors and militiamen were still resisting desperately, but suddenly they heard a thundering roar from a tall building.
The defenders above and below the city looked up and saw only broken
The "crocodile" flag, and the captured marshal in fine uniform. At this moment, the resistance of the Tarasco defenders suddenly stopped, and complete despair appeared in their eyes.
A moment later, like water falling from a waterfall, shouting meaninglessly, the defenders of the fortress finally collapsed!
Dozens of nobles and their guards fled in all directions, heading towards what they thought was the escape route. Hundreds of warriors formed a spear formation and resisted, but were immediately shot to death by the gathered archers.
Five thousand militiamen fell to the ground and surrendered, shouting and begging for mercy! The long siege lasted for half a day, the entangled fighting lasted for several moments, but the complete collapse only happened in this moment.
The collapse lasted only a moment, and there was no longer any resistance in the city. A messenger quickly left the city and reported to Shulot in a loud voice.
"Your Highness, Toltec captured the enemy marshal alive! The river mouth fortress has fallen!" As the sun set, facing the fallen fortress, the young commander laughed heartily.
He laughed happily, heartily, and shook the world! The hearty laughter floated far away, fell in the ears of the guards, and fell in the hearts of the warriors, which also shocked people's hearts.
After half a year of confrontation and two months of siege, the Northern Army of Mexico finally captured the river mouth fortress. This is the strongest and hardest shell of the Tarascans, which has never been conquered by foreigners.
When an army breaks through this place, it breaks the shell like a hard-boiled turkey egg. Next, there is the vast southern shore of Lake Quetseo, a soft and fragile albumen.
There is also the rich Patzcuaro Lake District, which is home to the most essential egg yolk in the kingdom, and a delicious meal is right in front of you! With a bold heart in his heart, Shulot strode towards the fortress.
He had just entered the fortress,
"Black Wolf" Toltec dragged Osipi here. this moment,
The noble "crocodile" has disheveled hair, a face ashen as death, and is full of embarrassment at the end of the road.
"Your Highness, I greet you! I, Toltec, present to you the marshal of the enemy, and win this battle!" Toltec was in high spirits, knelt down on one knee, and shouted with his head held high.
The young commander laughed loudly. He took two steps forward and put
"Black Wolf" held him up, and then patted the opponent's shoulder hard.
"Well, you are worthy of being my Black Wolf! Capturing the enemy marshal alive, this battle should be the first achievement!" Then, the corners of Shulot's mouth rose, half-smiling.
He approached the man who was kneeling on the ground
The noble "Crocodile" looked at his old rival with a disgraced face and said with a hearty smile.
"Ospai, I heard that you once swore an oath to accept Bertard and me as your subordinates?"
The "crocodile" noble's face turned red. He raised his head slightly, showing his final strength.
"Your Highness, kill him if you want. The descendant of the crocodile cannot be humiliated!" After hearing this, Toltec stood up directly, grabbed the collar of Ospai, and punched the waist under the ribs.
"Crocodile" the nobleman screamed in pain, and then curled up into a shrimp.
"You rat fish! You killed yourself for a long time and you didn't die, and you're still here imitating the water geese's harsh words!" Hearing Toltec's words, Xiulote's heart moved.
He looked at Osipi's expression again and then said.
"Black Wolf, drag him around the fortress to scare the surrendering enemy warriors and militiamen! Be careful to save his life!" Toltec promised solemnly, exerting force in his hands, dragging Ospai away.
Then, Shulot climbed to the top of the city and looked at the traces of smoke and fire. He also looked at the flames that were ignited somewhere in the fortress, calling in the veteran Etalik who had been waiting for a long time.
"Etalik, this time you succeeded in breaking the city, but you can only be ranked third! I will keep your contribution in mind. Now, quickly go and pack up the food and grass in the city, send the temple guards to garrison, and then extinguish the city Flame. In addition, another batch of food supplies was allocated from the seizure to appease the Chichimec descendants who suffered heavy casualties. The army came hundreds of miles away, and the food road was difficult. Obtaining one load of food from the enemy can reduce the capital by three loads. burden!"
"Your Highness, you are the future head of the family, and I will obey all your wishes! This battle is a great victory, the red sun is in the sky, and your reputation will spread throughout the world!" Hearing this, Etalik didn't mind at all and nodded respectfully to accept the order.
Immediately, he expressed his sincere praise and turned around to get busy. Shulot nodded slightly, the veteran of the family is always safe.
Then, he looked at the passage under the city. Most of the Divine Blessing Legion who arrived first were covered in blood, and the warriors probably suffered heavy casualties.
At this time, these devout Otomi warriors were filled with murderous intent. They held the talisman of the Lord God in one hand and the captives on the ground with the other, forcing Tarasco's militia to convert.
As long as someone dares to refuse to pray to the Lord God, he will be killed on the spot with a stick. Seeing the sincere piety of the Divine Blessing Legion, Shulot nodded secretly.
He thought for a moment, then summoned Natalie, whose leather armor was bright red and whose eyes were also red.
"Pious Captain Natalie, the Divine Blessing Legion attacked the fortress first, and this battle should be regarded as a secondary achievement!" Natalie closed her eyes and prayed silently for a moment to calm down the emotion of killing.
After a moment, he opened his eyes calmly and nodded slowly like a sculpture.
"Thank you for your great love, Your Highness. Praise the Lord God! We captured fortified cities for Him, and we spread glory for Him!"
"Praise the Lord God!" Shulot paid solemn greetings and then asked.
"Natali, the Divine Blessing Legion suffered a lot of casualties. What reward do you want?" The young legion commander looked solemn.
He thought for a moment and said firmly.
"Please, Your Highness, offer sacrifices to the fallen divine warriors and lead them to the Kingdom of God. Please treat the injured legion comrades and place them in the northern wooden castle for recuperation. Finally, please allow us to participate in the conversion ceremony of the Tarascan people and spread the word The glory of the Lord God!" After hearing these unobtrusive requests, Xiuluo nodded and laughed with satisfaction.
"Okay, the Divine Blessing Legion is my loyal subordinate, and it should be so! You and the priests will light the holy fire first, mix the blood wine, and the conversion ceremony will be held immediately!" Finally, the young commander looked around.
In the mottled fortress, there are damaged buildings, coagulated bloodstains, and fallen bodies everywhere. The air was filled with thick blood, mixed with burning smoke.
Only the solid city wall of bluestone still stands at the key Leman River mouth, exerting new defensive power!
Shulot climbed up to the watchtower, and the boiling fortress gradually became quiet. Behind the city wall, Tarasco's militiamen were full of fear and fear. They knelt on the ground and formed a sea of people, at least five thousand in number.
Inside and outside the city walls, tens of thousands of Mexican warriors occupied key points, their faces full of murderous intent. The young commander smiled slightly and raised his arms.
Tens of thousands of people raised their arms at the same time, waved their weapons, and gave thunderous cheers. This was the victorious army!
Amidst the roaring cheers, Shulot looked south. There are vast rivers and lakes, vast plains, densely populated villages, and prosperous towns.
All the way south from Lake Quiceo, past the isolated Huayamo Fortress, you will find the royal capital of the Tarascans!
Thinking of this, the young commander laughed, and the road ahead was already smooth. His heart was surging and he recited loudly, and the guards beside him knelt down to record.
"I came to the lake, I saw the people, I conquered the kingdom!" At the end of December, the Mexican Northern Route Army captured the river mouth fortress, and the northern line of Tarasco was breached and fell.
The army had only rested for three days before Xiulote gathered the navy again, transported the main force of the north route, and landed on the south bank of Lake Quetseo.
Tens of thousands of Mexican troops then marched straight in without stopping, while the remaining local militiamen fled.
On the first day of the New Year, the Northern Route Army finally arrived at the fortress of Huayamo and entered the Patzcuaro Lake area, less than a hundred miles away from the bronze capital of Qin Congcan.
Such shocking news came, and the Kingdom of Tarasco was completely shaken! You are a genius, remember in one second: Red Oasis:
