The clouds parted and the night fell. The moonlight fell like water, spreading its cool radiance and illuminating the continuous Mexica military camps outside Tree Snake City, like a giant snake seeking to devour people. The large and small flags of the Mexica nobles fluttered high, like the wings of a giant snake, invisible in the shadows. The bonfires lit everywhere in the camp are like the shining scales of a giant snake, leaping with murderous intent.
"Ouch! Roar!..."
It was dark at night, and boiling roars and howls suddenly sounded from the Mexica military camp. Immediately afterwards, the city-state warriors cried hoarsely.
"Ah! Ah! The immortal sun has set!..."
"Sacrifice for the elders, avenge the high priest!..."
"Kill! Kill! Capture Tree Snake City and kill all the people of Tlaxcala!..."
"Ouch! Roar!..."
The terrible shouts shook the field, like rolling thunder, and spread into the distance. And the same cry seemed to be heard in the distance in the direction of White Snake City in the northeast. The thunder of the night carries an elegy, flowing in the mighty wind, and falls into the hearts of tens of thousands of people!
"Dengdengdong..."
Dozens of elite Tlaxcala warriors, wearing leather armor with tree and snake patterns, quickly climbed onto the tower and spread their guard on both sides. Then, a respected middle-aged divine descendant, wearing a long feather crown, an obsidian necklace around his neck, a tree-patterned cloak, and holding a jade scepter, hurried over. He climbed to the top of the city with a worried look on his face.
"What's going on?! Why are the Mexicans making such a noise all of a sudden?"
The middle-aged divine descendant stood at the top of the city, looking at the Mexica military camp to the east, and heard only crazy shouts.
The Mexica warriors in the camp seemed to be in great sorrow. The sound was like a pack of injured wolves, wailing at the moon. And he looked at the coach's banner in the Mexica military camp. Under the dim moonlight, a pattern of trees was revealed, which was Tepanica Pampang's Sourwood Army.
"Who is the noble stationed at the city tonight? Let him come and report quickly!"
Hearing this, the tree snake guards left quickly. In less than half a quarter of an hour, a hereditary nobleman with a large bow and thick eyebrows appeared in front of the middle-aged god descendant and knelt down to salute respectfully.
"Dear Tree Snake Goddess, Lord of Ocott City! Cloud Snake Hunter Travito salutes you!"
Hearing the title of "Cloud Snake Hunter", Tree Snake City Lord Okote's expression became solemn. Cloud Snake is the incarnation of the God of Hunting, and hunters who can be named after Cloud Snake are all top archery masters! He bowed his head slightly and nodded to Travito. Then, the noble tree snake god asked in a deep voice, with urgency in his voice.
"Travito, what happened in the Mexica military camp? Why are they shouting so much, even a little crazy?"
"City Lord, I listened at the top of the city for a long time and looked at the actions of the Mexica warriors..."
Travito, the cloud snake hunter, looked thoughtful and confessed calmly.
"They shouted that the sun has fallen, and they sacrificed for revenge... It seems that there are extremely noble descendants of the sun god who have gone to the kingdom of God!"
"Ah?! Descendants of the Sun God, fallen?"
Hearing this, Okote's expression changed and he breathed out. There was some hope on his face.
"Could it be that King Avit is dead? If so, the Mexicaans will withdraw their troops from the city after losing their leader!"
"...City Lord, probably not."
Travito thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Outside the east city is the Mexica city-state army. If the king who has been on the throne for several years goes to the Kingdom of God, they will not be so sad!..."
"Well..."
Okote was speechless for a moment, which was true. The city-state legions in various places are private soldiers of various nobles, and are directly loyal to the great nobles in the city-state, rather than the top alliance leader. This is basically the case in all parts of the world, except for the former Kingdom of Tarasco.
Since King Avite of Mexico came to the throne, he has strictly centralized power and suppressed local city-states. Although he has an outstanding reputation, he is aggressive and makes the nobles whose interests have been harmed feel dissatisfied. If he really died during the Eastern Expedition... I am afraid that the nobles and warriors of the city-state army would only celebrate secretly and would never be so sad.
"Well...except for the great Tlatoani of the Mexica, who else can be called the sun? Even the Temple of Death in the south cannot afford this title now..."
"City Lord, I vaguely heard the word 'Wei Wei' appearing repeatedly..."
"Wei Wei? Respected elder?"
Hearing this, Tree Snake City Lord Okote was startled. He thought for a moment, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Ah! Could it be? Could it be!...Him?"
"Probably!"
Travito looked serious and nodded seriously.
"Only Him who established the Mexica Alliance with his own hands can make the Mexica nobles and warriors from all countries awe and worship from the bottom of their hearts!"
"Ah this!..."
Tree Snake City Lord Okote's expression changed, his thoughts raced, and he almost forgot. In the past forty years, he has listened to that name, all the way from a child to middle age. That name has existed for so long that it has almost become an immortal mark, a living god. And once such a sun falls...Gu Yui
"Kill! Kill! Capture the Tree Snake City and sacrifice them for the immortal sun!..."
The shouts of the Mexica warriors rang out from the military camp again, like thunder. This time, their shouts were so clear that they almost reached the ears of everyone in the city!
"ah!"
The Lord of Okote City trembled. There was a hint of fear on his face, and he whispered to himself.
"These...these bloodthirsty and crazy Mexica people!...From now on, I am afraid that they will not be afraid of life and death to attack the city and sacrifice the gods..."
"City Lord! The next offensive of the Mexica Army will be unprecedentedly fierce! If we insist on defending and being beaten passively, no matter how strong the city is, we will definitely not be able to defend it!"
Travito gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and spoke. He held the dagger at his waist with a ruthless look in his eyes.
"Dear tree serpent god descendants, the opportunity to fight is fleeting. While the Mexicans are in grief tonight, we must take the initiative! Please give me five hundred elite warriors who can fight at night. Follow me out of the camp. The night attack will shock your heart. The Mexicans!”
"Huh?! You want to attack the enemy camp at night?"
Hearing this, the expression of Lord Okote changed. He held the staff tightly, thought carefully for a while, and asked in a low voice.
"Travito, how sure are you?"
"City Lord, go out of the city and attack at night, attacking the masses with a small number, like a solitary puma, attacking a ferocious pack of wolves. It's a matter of life or death!"
Travito straightened up, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pointed towards the military camp outside the city.
"The tactics of the Mexica city-state army were originally to surround the city-state army with militiamen and keep the warriors inside. The warriors were the core of the city-state army, and the militiamen were just a steady stream of consumables. No matter how brutally the militiamen were consumed, the warriors relied on a solid The camp is as motionless as a mountain and can be attacked at any time. They will use the lives of the militiamen to consume the enemy's physical strength, disrupt the opponent's formation, and exchange for an opportunity to attack the enemy warriors!..."
Hearing this, Okote nodded slightly. The Tlaxcalans have been at war with the Mexica for decades, and they are very familiar with this method of warfare. But the Mexican warriors are indeed ruthless, tough and fierce, and difficult to truly defeat.
"But tonight is different! The Mexica warriors are grieving and manic, and are on the verge of chaos. Once they are tired and rested, I will lead an elite raid! Even if the losses are heavy, we will definitely achieve results and truly kill the opponent's warriors!"
When Travito said this, his eyes flashed. He knelt down and saluted again, asking for orders from the noble tree snake god.
"Dear god, please give me five hundred warriors! If I can't defeat the enemy army, I would rather die outside the city!"
Okote stared at the heroic cloud snake hunter, looking into his bright and determined eyes. After a while, he nodded heavily.
"Okay!... Travito, my warrior, I will give you five hundred tree snake guards! The supreme cloud snake protects you!... I only have one request, you must come back alive!"
"The supreme cloud snake protects us!"
Hearing this, Travito's spirit perked up, and he felt a surge of pride in his chest. He fell on the ground, knocked hard three times, and swore in a deep voice.
"Dear god! I will fight to the death outside the city, defeat the Mexica warriors, and bring you a glorious victory!"
The Lord of Okote nodded silently, stretched out his hand, and shook Travito's hair. Then, he took off his tree snake cloak and put it on Travito's body with his own hands. The heroic cloud snake hunter looked excited and bowed to the ground again. The two personal guards took on the jade seal and moved forward in a low profile to mobilize troops in the city.
A few quarters of an hour later, five hundred elite tree snake warriors, wearing tree-patterned leather armor and holding obsidian war clubs, gathered under the city wall. Travito wore a noble tree-patterned cloak, silently raised his war stick, and walked past the tree snake warriors.
"Blessed by the cloud snake! Fight to the death for the sacred blood!"
"Blessed by the cloud snake! Fight to the death!"
The tree snake warriors responded in low voices, with fighting intent burning in their eyes. They are Okot's personal bodyguards and have been favored for generations. They are the most loyal and combat-savvy elites in the city. Only the truly elite can carry out difficult night attacks.
Travito walked through it and saw these elite tree snake warriors, and felt somewhat confident. Then, he came to the city gate, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes calmly, and waited quietly under the city.
The five hundred tree snake warriors looked towards the top of the city. The noble god-born Ocott stood motionless, calmly staring outside the city, like a sculpture. The shouts from outside the city were faintly heard, still as shrill as the howls of wolves. The tree snake warriors also sat down one after another, recuperating their spirits and accumulating physical strength for fighting.
"Ouch! Roar!... Roar..."
It was not until dawn approached and the deepest darkness came that the Mexica military camp gradually became silent. The grieving city-state warriors felt tired and had taken a rest one after another. Only a few patrol teams are still wandering outside the city.
"It's almost done, right now!"
In the silent wind, Travito suddenly opened his eyes. Then, he stood up suddenly, waved his war stick, and gave orders to the defenders at the city gate.
"Open the city gate! All warriors of the God of Hunting, come with me to fight! The cloud snake protects the warriors!"
"The cloud snake protects you!"
In just over ten breaths, under the busy work of the defenders at the top of the city, the Tree Snake City Gate, which had been closed for many days, suddenly opened with a "squeak...ah", revealing the dark city gate! Behind the city gate, countless warriors suddenly appeared.
Travito, wearing a cloak, carrying a big bow on his back, and holding a war club, jumped out of the city gate first. Five hundred tree snake warriors with their war clubs lowered followed closely behind. They did not light any torches, nor did they make the slightest cry. They were like silent tree snakes, opening their poisonous mouths and pounced fiercely and fiercely at the Mexican military camp outside the city!
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