Dark clouds appeared in the sky like a harbinger of a storm. Bonfires burned in the camp, burning the firewood to ashes. Thousands of imperial guard warriors looked solemn on their faces, wearing armor and waiting for danger. They are tethered jaguars, waiting for the king's order to be dispatched to carry out selective killings!
The sounds in the tent gradually became deeper, like the roar of a wounded tiger. After a few quarters of an hour, the king put on his armor and walked out of the tent. Seeing the king leaving the tent, everyone's faces showed surprise.
I saw Shulot wearing a bronze helmet that covered his face, hiding the expression on his face, only revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, and holding the high priest's staff tightly in his hand. Then, he raised his magic staff, looked around at the generals outside the tent, opened his tightly pressed mouth, and shouted word by word, coldly and hoarsely.
"King's order, send an envoy! Eight thousand men of the Yuyan Corps went north, moved to the north of Cholula, blocked the northern access to the city, and cut off the retreat in the city! Eight thousand men of the Guakili Corps came west, hunted around Cholula, and blocked the east of the city In the wilderness, capture the escapees! Eight thousand people from the Huashu Army took over from Black Wolf and guarded the city on the top of the mountain. Ten thousand people from Pan Mang Army were stationed in Water Valley City. Seven thousand people from the Imperial Guard Army went north to attack Cholula. Destroy the priest family!..."
"The whole army sets off immediately! I will arrive at the city of Cholula before sunset today! If any Cholula envoys come, they will be executed on the spot!! All Cholula warriors, nobles and priests encountered along the way will be sacrificed and executed! !”
"Do your will!"
Bertard fell on the ground and bowed deeply. Then, he strode forward to remove the chains of restraint from the roaring guards!
"Ah!...Ah!..."
The king's order to go to war was quickly issued, along with the news of revenge for the high priest. The senior Mexica warrior blew a shocking death whistle, and the shrill screams echoed in the mountains. This is the cry of the messenger of death, and it is also the sentence before the killing comes.
"Bang bang!...Ouch! Roar!..."
Thousands of imperial guards put on armor, held copper axes and spears, and struck the wooden shields in their hands. Then, amidst the beating of war drums, they let out roars of beasts that filled the sky, raised their killing weapons, paid tribute to the deceased high priest, and made promises to the angry king.
In just a few quarters of an hour, the seven thousand guards were fully equipped. Shulot personally carried the Black Wolf's royal flag, surrounded by his personal guards, and headed north!
In front of the black flag, there are two thousand lightly-armed Tekos vanguard; below the black flag, there are one thousand armored guards holding bows; behind the black flag, there are three thousand heavily armored warriors; and at the very rear, there are one thousand Artillery Battalion towing the Bronze Beast. Seven thousand elite soldiers were fighting silently with clanging armor, but after half a day's march, the vanguard of the imperial guard had arrived at the gates of Cholula City.
Encountered along the way, two groups of Cholula envoys and more than a hundred fleeing noble descendants were all captured by the vanguard and killed on the spot on the roadside. Then, without stopping, two thousand vanguards broke into the still-burning outer city of Cholula, defeated more than a thousand Cholula warriors who were putting out the fire, and responded to only half of the high priest's personal guards.
The sun was setting in the west, and the golden light fell on the red city of Cholula, revealing the broken walls and the charred blackness of the fire. Thousands of corpses were scattered on the streets of the outer city, and tens of thousands of civilians either fled or hid in their homes, trembling and peeping at the advancing legions. The holy city that was prosperous and prosperous yesterday has become a ruins today.
The old fox Petel stood on the inner city wall, his expression pale, and his eyes filled with fear and uneasiness that he had never seen before. Beside him were more than a dozen priests and elders with ashen faces. The most distinguished group of people in Cholula are all standing here, looking at the Black Wolf King flag set up and looking at the cruel fate that is coming.
Hundreds of Tekos pioneers came outside the inner city wall holding bloody heads. Then, with ferocious expressions, they piled thousands of heads under the city wall to build a brand new Beijing. A steady stream of pioneer warriors are still coming, building the Jingguan building taller and taller.
"It's over!...The two thousand warriors in the outer city are all finished..."
War Elder Wezier's eyes widened and he looked carefully at the heads under the city, despair showing on his face.
"What should we do? Last night, the Mexican soldiers set fire to the city and the outer city was in complete chaos. There was no time to mobilize the militia. Now, there are only two thousand temple warriors in the inner city, how can they hold it?"
"Ah! Of the eight thousand temple warriors in the Holy City, why are there only two thousand left?"
An old priest elder's eyes widened and he roared in disbelief.
"Who is it?! Fleeing with the samurai?"
"Three armies of the Mexica came from three sides. The entire holy city was besieged, and there was no way to escape!"
Wezier smiled sadly and replied in a low voice.
"Of the eight thousand warriors, three thousand died in the battle at Shuigu City, and one thousand were killed or injured in the previous plunder. Two thousand were thrown outside the city, and were just defeated and captured. Their heads were built into the Jingguan... In our hands, only The last two thousand people!”
The old priests and elders, their beards and hair sprouting, kept shouting after him.
"...There are only two thousand warriors left!...Send people out of the city quickly and gather the militiamen in the city! No matter how high and strong the city wall is, how can it be defended without manpower?"
"The Mexican Legion has pushed into the inner city, how can they open the city gate?"
The vizier shook his head. If you open the door at this time, you will die faster. The old priests and elders had no military knowledge at all. However, the holy city of Cholula has been at peace for a long time, and most of the elders are like this, let alone wearing armor and going into battle.
"How...how can we defend this? The holy city of Cholula is the heart of the world and has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years! We are a family of priests respected for generations, the Toltecs in the city! Send a few more envoys, Go and ask for surrender from His Highness the Mexica? No matter how barbaric the Mexica people are, they won’t shock the world and drive us all to death!..."
Hearing this, another priest and elder looked hopeful and shouted loudly.
"Yes! Go and ask the Mexica people to surrender! No matter what the harsh conditions are, as long as we can negotiate and save our lives and fortunes... even if we become a city-state priest or a village priest!"
"Hey! Talk? How to talk? All the envoys sent were killed, and none of them came back! We have all interrogated the captured Mexica dead soldiers. They are avenging the high priest!... The capital city in the lake The high priest of the country died inexplicably in the holy city of Cholula! It is said that before his death, he smoked the sacred smoke presented by Peter and took the medicine presented by Peter..."
A middle-aged priest elder narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the pale-looking priest leader, Petel.
"Let me tell you...the only way to appease the anger of the Mexica people is to hand over the murderer of the high priest!..."
"...How could this happen? How did it get to this point?!"
The old fox Petel's body was trembling, looking at the Beijing view a hundred steps away, whispering with uncontrollable despair. Of course he knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his divine smoke and potion, and no one in the Holy City would assassinate the high priest last night. And after eliminating all possibilities, no matter how unbelievable the rest is, it is the truth!
"Shuttle, you are so cruel! Haha!"
Petel murmured and laughed sadly, like a night owl who was forced to a dead end.
"Did you die here on purpose because you wanted to take us old guys away with you? Why are you so cruel to yourself and to us! You cruel old fox!!"
"...Petel, stop quibbling! Did you do it? Don't drag everyone to death!"
The prime-aged priests and elders encouraged the crowd, with a cold light shining in their eyes.
"Shut up! You idiot!"
Peter's eyes widened and he turned around coldly. His face was twisted, and the corners of his eyes were raised fiercely, like a poisonous snake struggling to its death.
"The high priest died here! Are you still thinking of surrendering?! Let me tell you, the Mexicans will never let us go! Mobilize all the men and warriors in the inner city, distribute war clubs, bows and arrows, and leather armor from the warehouse. Stay here for me! If you stay here for one day, you will live one more day. If you can't keep it, die together!..."
Hearing Petel's roar, there was a sudden silence at the top of the city. All the illusions of the elders were exposed, and when they faced the bloody reality, their faces revealed the unwillingness and despair of waiting for death.
"Ah!...Ah!"
A shrill death whistle sounded outside the inner city wall. The Mexica warriors in the middle army rested for two-quarters of an hour, and finally surrounded the Black Wolf's royal flag, passed through the outer city where the fighting had not subsided, and arrived at the inner city wall outside the wonder of the Great Pyramid.
Shulot was wearing a helmet, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were coldly staring at the large group of priests wearing feather crowns on the top of the city. Strong killing intent surged out of the king's chest, rushed straight into his mind, and almost reached the tips of his hair. He used all his will to spare tens of thousands of civilians in the city without issuing a royal order to massacre the city. As for the thousands of warriors, nobles and priests in the city...
The king raised the red flag and waved it forward coldly.
"Bring all the captured Cholula priests here and kill them all!"
"I obey you! Your Majesty!"
The bodyguard bowed his head, saluted, and strode away. Soon, more than two hundred guardsmen escorted the same number of priests and apprentices to the city wall and pushed them to the ground. These people are old and young, and many of them are related to the elders at the top of the city and have the same blood.
"Ah! This!...My son!..."
"...No! My descendants..."
The old priests and elders roared fiercely. The priests and elders in their prime howled loudly. War Elder Vizier lowered his eyes and said nothing. The old fox Petel didn't even look at it, just stared at the king whose face was covered by the helmet, shouted loudly, and made a final hopeless struggle.
"Your Highness the Mexica! The Holy City did not murder the high priest! The high priest committed suicide..."
"kill!"
Shulot suddenly waved the flag, and the shrill death whistle sounded again, announcing the arrival of death.
"Ah!...Ah!..."
The imperial guard warriors all swung their copper axes and chopped it down with all their strength! Their killing skills were so exquisite that they broke the neck in two without touching the bones!
"Bah...baah..."
A large amount of blood spurted out, forming a pool of blood on the ground. And more than two hundred heads were floating slightly on the pool of blood, staring at the city head with dying terror.
"boom!"
The two priests and elders couldn't bear it anymore, their eyes turned white, and they threw their heads back and fell down. There was a hustle and bustle on the top of the city, mixed with desperate wailings!
"Ha ha..."
Petel smiled miserably, turned around, and looked at the towering wonder of the man-made mountain.
The sun sets on the top of the Great Pyramid, illuminating the sanctuary of the gods with great splendor. The twelve priest families of the Holy City, relying on the faith of the Nava gods, have been sitting high on the shining spire for more than five hundred years. However, at this moment, the sunset is falling from the sky, pools of blood are pouring out of the ground, houses are burning, and corpses are lying everywhere... The scene of doomsday is approaching, accompanied by tens of thousands of Mexican legions, from heaven to earth, Tightly covering the city of Cholula, bringing the final death...
"At dusk, the gods are about to fall...Twilight of the gods..."
Petel looked up at the sunset and murmured. Facing the brilliant sunset, he suddenly danced a dance to worship the gods and sang the song of doomsday reincarnation, right on top of the crowded city, under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guards.
"The gods created the world and are never satisfied, so there is reincarnation. The 'four tigers', the 'four winds', the 'four rains', the 'four waters', the four suns have already set, and the fifth sun is about to rise! Death! The flames burned the divine bodies of the gods; the new flames gave birth to a new main god!..."
"Ah! Ah! I looked up at the sun in the sky. I saw the cocoa tree crashing down. I saw the reversal of high and low! The sacred blood is flowing everywhere, and the humble moth people are high above!...Ah! Ah! The end of reincarnation is in the darkness. It is the twilight of the gods, and it is the end of the gods! The demons of the volcano rule the earth, and without the guidance of the sacred priests, the world of death is coming! Boundless blood, endless sacrifices, and skulls They formed hills, and the corpses gathered into a vast ocean..."
"Ha! A world of death?"
Shulot sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
He looked at the struggles of the priests of the Holy City before their death, joy arose in his heart, and a smile appeared on his lips. However, this is not enough, not enough!
"That is my most beloved relative, and he is also the person in this world who personally taught me and raised me... Now, he is dead, and he died here... All of you must be buried with him!"
The king's heart is now as solid as blood-red corundum and as cold and hard as the glaciers of the sacred mountain. He glanced at the setting sun and waved the flag impatiently, unwilling to wait.
"Longbow guards, move in and shoot!"
A thousand longbow warriors put on bronze armor and held longbows, and walked quickly to within 60 steps of the inner city wall. Sparse feather arrows were shot from the top of the city, but they almost didn't break the armor. The bow warriors lowered their heads slightly, raised their big bows at an angle, took aim, and then shot suddenly!
"Swish swish!"
The sharp rain of arrows roared away and fell into the defenders at the top of the city, causing a cry of mourning. Dozens of Cholula warriors fell to the ground with arrows on the spot, and several priests also died on the spot.
The priests and elders suddenly panicked. Surrounded by family warriors, they hurriedly retreated from the city. The leader of the priests, Petel, also stopped the ritual dance and was picked up by the family warriors and escorted away. On the city wall littered with arrows, only War Elder Wezier remained. Wearing leather armor and holding a large shield, he tried his best to hold on at the top of the city under the cover of many warriors.
After ten rounds of arrow rain passed, the sun set over the mountain, announcing the end of the day. Shulot ordered a thousand guards to block the city wall and patrol overnight to be alert to the escape of the holy city priests. The remaining warriors lit fires and camped in the outer city to rest. Hundreds of Tekos pioneers started making ladders without resting for a moment.
The long night passed in an instant. On the Great Pyramid, the priest's sanctuary was brightly lit all night. First, there was the laughter of the priests and elders, the coquettish laughter and shouts of the girls, and a moment later there were the screams of the women, and the wild laughter of the elders. I don't know what happened.
Shulot's face was calm and he didn't care. No matter how indulgent these so-called "gods" are in desperation, no matter what they do, the only thing that greets them is destined death!
On the second day, the Yuyan Army and the Guakili Army sent envoys at the same time to report back to His Highness. The vanguard of the two armies has entered the outer city of Cholula and captured hundreds of fleeing city nobles and priests.
The king coldly waved the red flag, and hundreds more "noble" corpses appeared under the city wall outside the pyramid. Then, the longbow warriors immediately came out and shot at the seven-meter-high city head. The imperial guard warriors set up a small number of ladders and began the first day of siege.
Two thousand Cholula warriors shouted the slogans of the gods, shot arrows, threw spears, threw stones, fought and died. Their numbers dwindled rapidly, with five or six hundred killed on the first day. However, under the baptism of faith since childhood, the defenders' will was extremely tenacious, and there was no sign of retreat.
With a face like an iceberg, the king continued to adjust his army, strengthened the suppression of bows and arrows, and rushed to build ladders day and night. More and more Mexican legions are gathering, and most of the outer city has been pacified.
Except for the war elders, the other priests and elders never appeared at the top of the city again. On the huge and majestic Great Pyramid, divine smoke lingers day and night, and there is endless joy, as if the kingdom of God is separated from the earthly world.
On the third day, three Mexican legions attacked the city from three sides at the same time. The Cholula warriors fought hard for half a day, and finally lost Nancheng, which was the most heavily attacked, at sunset. Immediately afterwards, the defenders of the East City also collapsed. The black wolf Toltec, with red eyes, put on his own armor, rushed into the city, and rushed towards the Great Pyramid.
Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, and brutal killings began immediately. The cries of fear in the city turned into desperate wails, the wails turned into wounded screams, the screams turned into dying moans, and the moans finally became silent... It was another long and cold night, with ruthless darkness pouring in from all sides. Covering all the corpses, drowning in boundless blood.
Shulot lowered his eyes and sat cross-legged outside the city. He quietly stared at the killing inner city, his heart longing for death was finally satisfied by life. It wasn't until the early morning of the fourth day, when the dawn light lit up from the sky, that he stood up, put down the staff in his hand, and pulled out the obsidian dagger.
Because a group of Cholula's priests and elders have been captured by the imperial guards. And the final sacrifice must be completed by his own hands!
