The heroic singing echoed throughout the military camp and spread for miles, causing the spring rain to stop.
The leader of the Cholula priests, the old Petel, slowly stood up from the corner of the camp. He followed the footsteps of several of the king's personal guards and walked out of the simple tent. The king's personal guards were all covered in bronze armor, and they made a clanging sound when they walked, which attracted Petel to watch carefully and think in his heart.
Then, the passionate singing of the warriors reached the ears of the old priest leader. He couldn't help but stamp his feet slightly and narrowed his eyes like a fox.
"Ah! The God of War comes from the Kingdom of God,
Promise Mexica Glory...
Who are the descendants of gods?
He is the King of the Mexica people!
Who is the real warrior?
He is a hero of the Mexican people!
..."
Petel pursed his lips and thought for a long time. Then, he let out a long breath, sighed deeply, and regained his composure on his face.
In the big tent, Avitt laughed. He raised his glass and shouted to the generals.
"Lord God bless you! Come, drink this cup to the full and celebrate our warriors!"
"God bless you! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the nobles! Congratulations to the warriors!"
Kasar bowed slightly, with a respectful smile on his face, saluted the king who was standing above him, and toasted to the nobles on the left and right. Then, Izel, the leader of the mountain clan, also lowered his head and praised for the second time.
"Blessed by the Lord God! The Sun God came to the world and became the supreme king! And under the king's rule, the nobles and warriors of all countries are willing to risk their lives and die for the king!"
"Exactly! God bless you! Praise the king, I am willing to die for you!"
Regardless of what they were thinking in their hearts, the faces of the army commanders from various states were all smiles at this moment. They prayed respectfully, saluted the king together, and drank the wine in their hands.
"Haha! Everyone in the alliance, work together as one. Unification of the world is just around the corner! By then, all the generals will be rewarded!"
Avitt laughed heartily and drank the glass happily. Then, he waved his hand boldly to signal the generals to relax, and then sat cross-legged on the carpet. Not far outside the tent, the Feathered Serpent City was burning with fire, which had not been extinguished for days. The firelight fell in the king's eyes, like beautiful fireworks, making him feel happy and refreshed.
In early April, the main force of the Northern Route Army began to besiege Feathered Serpent City, focusing on attacking the flat west and north sides.
More than twenty trebuchets were built, constantly throwing flaming fireballs. A large group of royal bow warriors wore armor and shot, killing and injuring the elite defenders on the city wall. Immediately afterwards, groups of city-state militiamen were dispatched, using their lives to consume arrows, stones, wood and gray bottles in the city. The warrior battalions of each city-state were dispatched one after another to fight fiercely with the enemy at the top of the city.
In April, the first good news came from Shensuo Pass. Stanley the Bear fought for several months to pin down the defenders of Wesochinco State. Then Prince Iskali of the Last Moon and Prince Tepopolo joined forces and led four thousand warriors from the state to cross the steep Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains, break into the hinterland of Wesochinco State, and raid Guancheng from south to north.
The two sides attacked from the north and the south, and were bombarded by condor cannons, and then they captured the Shensuoguan fortress group. Stanley killed more than 2,000 royal warriors and more than 4,000 elite militiamen, killed 7,000 Tlaxcala defenders, and captured more than 10,000 militiamen. Most of the captured militiamen were bombarded by condor cannons for many days, fearing the power of the God of War, before finally surrendering.
The army fought for several months and suffered heavy casualties before they conquered Guancheng. This is evident from the resolute resistance of the Tlaxcalans and the brutal siege of the Mexica.
The entire Wesochinco State has only about 200,000 people, and can mobilize 7,000 Tlaxcala warriors and 20,000 to 30,000 strong militiamen. After this battle, more than half of the Tlaxcala warriors were lost, and nearly half of the young men were also killed. As for the remaining more than 10,000 defenders, they all gathered in Oak City, the capital of Wesochinco State.
After receiving the good news, Avitt looked excited and shouted "good" three times. He ordered Stanley the Giant Bear to join forces with Prince Iskali, continue to attack southward, clean up all the ministries in Wesochinco State, and then besiege Oak City. Next, the most important thing for Stanley is to send people as soon as possible to transport all six siege weapons, the Sun Condor Cannon, to the Feathered Serpent City camp!
The Condor Cannon is quite heavy and difficult to pass through the mountain road, and it is still on the road. On the contrary, the royal warriors escorted several divine nobles and some flags guarded by the gods and delivered them to the camp in time. Avitt immediately sent people to bring the prisoners and flags to the city, and gave the defenders a good look.
"The western city-states and the southern city-states have been lost! You have no reinforcements!"
Suffering this blow, the morale of the defenders was significantly reduced. The fighting continued for days under the Feathered Serpent City, from the beginning of April to the end of the month, and then to this time in early May. The Feathered Serpent City, which was holding on so hard, finally fell today! At this point, of the four core snake cities in Tlaxcala, only three are left that are several miles apart and are at the horns of each other.
Just now, Avitt counted the casualties of the entire army. After hearing the numbers, he was very moved.
The siege of a feathered serpent city resulted in the casualties of 400 royal warriors, more than 3,000 city-state warriors, and 8,000 city-state militiamen. Altogether, there were twelve thousand people! Among the Tlaxcalans, 4,000 warriors died in the battle, 500 warriors were captured, and more than 8,000 militiamen died or surrendered. In attacking this fortress, the Mexican casualties were almost equal to those of the Tlaxcalans!
"How dare the people of Tlaxcala rely on the dangers, refuse to surrender, and fight to the death against the Union army!"
Thinking of this, Avitt's face darkened, his heart filled with murderous intent.
"In that case, completely wipe out these bow-wielding cloud snake descendants from here!"
The king drank a few glasses of tequila water and his thoughts drifted away. The situation of the three snake cities in the south came into his mind again.
"Forty miles southwest of Feathered Serpent City, relying on the undulating mountains, are the remaining three snake cities. The southernmost one is Ocotelulco, which is the tree snake city. The tree snake city is the farthest from the mountains. Located on the plains, it should be the easiest to fight. To the east is Tizatlán, which is the White Snake City. The White Snake City is located in the north with a higher terrain and is located on the hills, which is more difficult..."
“And the most dangerous and difficult to attack is the unfailing mountain fortress of the Four Snakes, the ancestral homeland of the Tlaxcala people, Tepetícpac-Texcallan, Tepetícpac-Texcallan, Cloud Snake city!"
Thinking of Cloud Snake City, Avitt's brows continued to frown, almost forming a straight line. Yunshe City is a truly dangerous mountain city. Although it is not large in area, it occupies a relative height of two hundred meters. To attack such a mountain city, the warriors had to brave rolling stones and arrows, climb a two-hundred-meter mountain road, and then attack the fortress on the mountain...
"Praise the Lord God of Mexica! The supreme king of Mexica, the holy city of Cholula, the priest leader Petel, as a descendant of the ancient Toltecs, greets you!"
The old Peter opened the tent door and walked into the big tent. The smell of alcohol came to his nose, accompanied by the deafening noise of the generals. Petel felt contempt in his heart, but his face was full of respect.
"Huh? The leader of the priests in the holy city of Cholula?"
Hearing this, all the generals in the big tent became silent for an instant.
The identity of the leader of the priests in the Holy City of Cholula is roughly similar to that of the high priest of the Alliance Priests, both of whom are at the apex of divine authority. Of course, although the priest leaders of Cholula have a noble status, they do not have much real power and cannot interfere with all the ministries in the world. And the high priest of the capital city in the lake is actually in charge of half of the alliance and can wipe out the entire clan with just one word!
"Haha! Priest leader Petel, why did you come so late?"
Avitt squinted his eyes and glanced at the old Peter. Then, he waved his hand and shouted coldly with a hint of alcohol.
"I am very happy today, and all the generals are happy together. Come! Come to the center of the big tent! Dance for me and all the generals to congratulate you!"
