Dawn is approaching, the bright moon sets in the Western Mountain, and the morning sun has not yet risen, it is the darkest time of the day. There were torches burning at the top of the tree snake city, and a bonfire was rising outside the Mexica camp. Between the two fires were the tree snake warriors running in the shadows.
Travito held a battle stick and stepped on the shadow of the night, leading five hundred elites and running quickly! They had gathered their strength and prepared for a long time, and they were running so fast. In just a moment, everyone was within two hundred steps of the camp.
"Drip!...Drip!..."
At this distance, the firelight of the Mexica camp was projected over, and the raiding team could no longer hide. The patrolling team of Mexican warriors were shocked and immediately blew the warning conch horn. The shrill sound of the conch suddenly echoed in the night sky, waking up all the sleeping warriors and militiamen from their sweet dreams and falling into a real nightmare.
"go!"
Travito pointed his war stick, and a team of twenty people was detached to attack and kill the patrolling warriors who warned. Then, the brave cloud snake hunter kept walking and arrived in front of the Mexica Legion's camp in an instant.
At the outermost edge of the legion's camp, there was only a rough fence and a camp gate with a battle flag hanging. Further back, there are the open-air huts of the city-state militiamen. After hearing the warning conch horn, the camp started to become noisy. Under the firelight in front of the camp gate, the Mexica warriors guarding the gate mustered up their energy and quickly rallied. Their faces were full of tension and exhaustion, but they skillfully set up the spears in their hands, almost without thinking.
Travito glanced at the Mexica warrior at the camp gate and did not choose to rush forward. Not long after the Mexica camped outside Tree Snake City, the outer fence was hastily built by the militiamen. It looked like a circle, but in fact there were flaws everywhere. He walked around the camp for tens of meters and found a rough wooden fence. Then, he gave a low shout and ordered the guards on his left and right.
"Bring the copper ax and break the fence!"
Two strong tree snake warriors immediately raised their axes high, ran out quickly, and chopped down the wooden fence with all their strength. The other samurai took out sisal ropes, tied them to the stakes of the pillars, and dragged them backwards. In just a dozen breaths, the crude wooden fence was crumbling.
"What a sharp and strong axe!... In the past few years, the weapons of the Mexica have become more and more sophisticated, and they are much better than us! Although the warriors of the Cloud Snake are brave, how much blood must be shed to make up for this difference?..."
Travito looked complicated and sighed. Then, he pursed his lips, filled with murderous intent, and waited silently.
The Tlaxcala Valley and the Mexica Valley are actually very close to each other, but are separated by towering mountains to the east and west of Mount Sacred Mountain. There are many trails in the mountains. Although they cannot pass large armies, there are still smuggling business trips. These sharp bronze axes were purchased by the nobles of Tree Snake City from smugglers in the Alliance at a high price and in very small quantities.
As for why the controlled materials used by the alliance military appear in the hands of smugglers? ...It can only be said that no matter what era you are in, reselling military supplies will always exist. Severe punishment and sacrifice to the main god can minimize such corruption, but it cannot be completely avoided.
"Duh! Duh! ...Bang!"
The harsh sound of breaking wooden piles suddenly sounded! The crude fence could not withstand the cutting and dragging, and finally broke open. In the dim night, Travito looked behind the fence at the panicked city-state militiamen, with a fierce wolfish smile on their faces.
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"Follow me and fight in! The cloud snake protects us!"
"Blessed by the cloud snake! Kill!"
Travito brandished his war club, jumped into the gap, and beheaded a young militiaman to death in two blows. The five hundred tree snake warriors let out chaotic roars and charged in through the gap like a pack of wolves.
Those who can participate in the night attack are the elite warriors of Tlaxcala. They were skilled in fighting skills, slashing horizontally and vertically, attacking the city-state militiamen who had just woken up and fled in fear, just like tigers entering a flock of chickens. After a while, someone else picked up burning firewood from the bonfire and set fire to the outer camp without hesitation!
Soon, a large blaze of flames burst into flames, accompanied by shrill screams. The armored figure swayed in front of the fire, killing the militiamen ferociously. The timing of this ferocious night attack was extremely precise, completely beyond the expectations of the Sourwood Legion!
The entire vast outer camp fell into complete chaos. And the dangerous chaos is spreading in circles, like stones thrown into a pond, splashing bloody waves.
"Ah! ... the enemy! The Tlaxcalans!"
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Run away!"
"Don't run away! Kill me!...Uh...ho ho..."
Travito gasped and lowered his blood-stained war stick, bright red dripping down. A militia leader from a Mexican village fell at his feet with blood spurting from his neck, soaking his shoes.
Behind him were dozens of dumped corpses and blazing fires. In front of him, dozens of barely clothed city-state militiamen were running away in panic like frightened turkeys, even discarding all their weapons.
"Haha! Although there are thousands of Mexican militiamen on the outside, they are vulnerable!"
Travito looked around, his eyes fierce and sharp, with a smile on his lips. Within a quarter of an hour, he had already killed ten people in a row and was about to penetrate the outer camp where the militiamen gathered and reached the warrior camp inside. After the city-state militia collapsed, most of them fled in all directions, but they did not attack the inner warrior camp.
"The thousands of acid wood warriors in the inner layer are the target of this night attack!"
The cloud snake hunter looked solemn, looked at it for a moment, then waved his war stick and continued to kill into the inner layer.
The inner warrior camp is obviously much tighter. The tents and huts were scattered everywhere, and the flags of the city-state nobles were flying in front of the tents. Some of the warriors from each family were defeated in the night attack, while others moved closer to the nobles directly under their respective families, forming noble battle groups of varying numbers.
"Hey!..."
Travito slashed fiercely, breaking open the cotton armor of the noble in front of him, making a terrible wound, and spraying out a splash of warmth. A middle-aged Mexican noble died fighting under the mangrove flag inherited from his family! Then, Travito threw away the sharp-edged war stick, stretched out his hands, grasped the opponent's blood-stained family flag, and folded it hard.
"Kacha!...Bang!"
The mangrove flag fell into a pool of blood, dyeing it even brighter red. A group of hereditary nobles with dozens of warriors were eliminated in a brutal night attack, and the elite tree snake warriors also lost more than ten people. Travito took off the long bow from his back, put the hatchet and arrows on his waist, and rested for a while. While he was breathing heavily to recover his rapidly depleted energy, he narrowed his eyes and observed the battle situation around him.
After several moments of fighting, the Mexica militia was completely defeated, but the warriors gradually recovered from the chaos. They organized themselves into a small team nearby and fought against the sudden attack of the tree snake warriors. The two sides slashed at each other, fighting in close combat, life and death were just a matter of blows. From time to time, a warrior would let out a howl of injury or die silently. Beside him, most of the five hundred tree snake warriors dispersed, and no one knew how much they had been damaged, leaving only more than a hundred people still following him.
"There is a separation of tens of meters between the outside and the inside of the Mexica camp. The fire on the outside cannot burn the inside for a while..."
Travito frowned, thinking secretly. By the light of the burning fire, he looked towards the fiercely fighting camp, looking for truly valuable targets.
"The militiamen are like leaves, which cannot be killed at all. The warriors are like branches, which are difficult to break... But the key to true dignity is the backbone of the core pillar, the glorious nobleman who commands the legion, and the leader of the Mexica people!" ..He’s right there!”
The cloud snake hunter looked for a moment and finally found the highest flag! The position of the big flag is at the back of the center of the camp, only two hundred steps away. Hundreds of elite sourwood warriors were coming from the surrounding camps and hurriedly gathered under the banner.
"The cloud snake protects you! Tree snake warriors, follow me and kill them, and sacrifice the commander of the Mexica people to the supreme god!"
Travito roared, holding a long bow in one hand and wielding a copper ax with the other, charging fiercely.
"Blessed by the cloud snake, dedicated to the gods!"
The surrounding tree snake warriors had red eyes, roared, and followed Travito's footsteps, killing towards the highest sourwood banner.
Bonfires were lit under the banner, illuminating everyone's faces. The elderly commander of the Sourwood Army, Jotiko, looked gloomy, like a cloud in the rainy season. Wearing a gorgeous armor and a light leather hat, he stood in front of the campfire and looked at the tragic situation in the camp.
"Damn King Avit! He used the siege to consume the warriors of the Sourwood Legion, and then forced me to besiege the city here without giving me enough troops!..."
Faced with a sudden night attack by the Tlaxcalans, Jotiko was furious. In his heart, he felt both the physical pain of losing his legion and the resentment towards the king. But the most critical thing right now is to gather the warriors of the city-state to get rid of the chaotic fighting situation and form a tight and stable battle formation!
Thinking of this, Jodiko raised the scepter in his hand and shouted sharply.
"Witness the Lord God! Brave sourwood warriors, don't panic, don't be chaotic! I'm standing here, all move closer to my flag! Set up your spears, raise your war sticks, form a battle formation, and kill the night attackers. The people of Tlaxcala..."
"Whoosh!"
The commander of the Sourwood Army, his beard and hair spread out, was shouting loudly. A sharp copper arrow struck like lightning! The lightning flashed across the gloomy night, shot out from dozens of steps away, and hit his chest in an instant!
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