Arrows flew and the leader fell to the ground. In an instant, there was a shocked silence under the banner. After a few breaths, the surrounding Sourwood guards hurriedly rushed towards him, their faces showing despair and fear, and they shouted in disbelief.
"Master!"
"Legion Commander!"
Seeing the fallen Yotiko, Turquoise Tesi Whitt's face changed drastically. He directly abandoned the Cloud Snake Hunter, turned around, and ran towards the banner.
Travito's face showed surprise. He widened his eyes, looking for the warrior who shot the enemy with arrows. However, the firelight was blurry and the figures were swaying and chaotic, but it was not clear at all.
"Who is it? He was able to kill the commander of the Mexican Army and achieve such a great feat!"
"Such a superb shot, he must be a famous hunter in our Tree Snake City!"
Izzy looked for a moment and found nothing. But a night attack, with such military exploits, is enough to explain to the city lord.
"Travito, stop looking! Let's leave quickly while the Mexica loses their leader! When we retreat to the city, we will ask the warriors who went out to fight. We will reward the hunter who has made great achievements!"
"Um...Izzy..."
Travito clenched the copper ax in his hand and looked at Izzy beside him, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"The leader of Mexica died in battle, and the warriors lost their commander. If they continue to charge for a while..."
"...It's too late! If we had shot the opponent's leader two quarters of an hour earlier, we might still have a chance."
Izzy thought for a moment and shook his head. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the noble flags with different family crests surrounding the sour wood flag.
"It's getting daylight, and these Mexica noble battle groups are slowly restoring order. We have too few people and without the cover of night, we can't defeat them! ... Let's go quickly!"
"Two quarters of an hour early..."
Travito raised his head unwillingly and looked under the chaotic banner. If that warrior could shoot the enemy leader earlier, he would have a chance to completely defeat the Mexican Legion! And at this moment...
"Hey! Let's go!"
The cloud snake hunter sighed, turned and left. He did not look back and hurriedly retreated outside the camp with dozens of remaining tree snake warriors. The nearby noble battle groups held fast to their respective flags and killed the scattered tree snake warriors, but no one took the initiative to pursue them.
At the same time, the hidden arrow actually struck. A lean figure carried a long bow on his back, swayed in his steps, and disappeared in the chaos of the fight. In the direction he was going, there was a flag second only to the sourwood flag. The flag depicts a tall cedar tree with a red cloud on the top of the tree. The red cloud shrouded the tree, like a blood-colored eye, quietly watching everything that happened under the moonlit night and dawn.
A few quarters of an hour later, Travito led the warriors who attacked at night, detoured through the south gate, and finally returned to Tree Snake City. On the way to retreat, some tree snake warriors who had not yet been knocked unconscious joined his team one after another. But after actually returning to the city, a quick count revealed that of the five hundred tree snake warriors who had attacked at night, only a hundred or so were left.
More than 70% of the night attack elites were either killed on the spot or were scattered throughout the Mexica military camp. And when it gets bright, the only destination for these warriors in the enemy camp is to go to the divine kingdom of Yun She. Night raids and killings in this era are so brutal!
The Lord of Okote City stood at the top of the city, looking at the fire outside the city, and waited for the entire night. When the morning sun rose and the sky became bright, Travito appeared in front of him again and fell to his knees with a bang.
"City Lord! Travito, I have lived up to your expectations! ...Blessed by the cloud snake! We penetrated the enemy camp, killed the Mexica commander, and came back!"
The cloak on the cloud snake hunter has been dyed red with blood. His gorgeous battle uniform was also full of holes and badly damaged. However, when he held his head high and spoke loudly and confidently, the crowd of people in Tree Snake City became silent.
"Good! Very good! Travito, my warrior, you are the true warrior, the sacred hunter blessed by the cloud snake!...Haha!"
The Lord of Okote City looked happy and laughed loudly. He looked around and saw the excited expressions of the warriors in the city. He pondered for a moment and then announced loudly.
"The great victory in the night attack is the victory given to us by the Cloud Serpent! As the leader, Travitt received divine grace and was promoted to a hereditary noble! The deputy leader Izzy fought bravely and was also promoted to a hereditary noble! And the warrior who killed the enemy leader also Want to be promoted to a noble! As for the other returning warriors, everyone will be rewarded..."
Then Okote paused. He turned his head and looked at the heroic cloud snake hunter for a moment before making up his mind to once again inspire the morale of the soldiers in the city.
"From today on, Travit is my son-in-law, the divine descendant of the Cloud Snake! I will marry my youngest daughter to him!...The Cloud Snake protects us, and the Tree Snake City is unbreakable, as stable as a towering sacred mountain!"
"Blessed by cloud snakes, as stable as a sacred mountain!"
The passionate shouts sounded at the top of Tree Snake City, carrying the Tlaxcala people's fighting spirit to fight to the end. Later, Travito and Itz searched for the night attack team, but could not find the hunter who had made great achievements. They were probably trapped in the Mexican military camp, with no chance of escape.
A few miles away, the Sourwood Camp was fighting until it stopped. The warriors of Tlaxcala scattered throughout the camp were killed, their bodies piled together, and sacrificed to the supreme god. The nobles closed the camp, the 4,000 militiamen lost thousands, and the rest were routed. As for the more than 3,000 city-state warriors, they also lost a thousand casualties in the melee of the night attack. It was really a heavy casualty.
The noble flags of the Alliance were broken and fluttering, and the camp was filled with sadness and cries. Among those chaotic cries, there are heart-rending sincerity, hypocrisy of crying without tears, and even half-heartedness that can’t wait.
Two days later, King Avit received the news and led an army of 30,000 people to the city of Tree Snake. With a solemn expression and an expressionless face, he immediately went to the camp and checked on Jotiko's body. The once unruly and glorious nobleman was now lying quietly on the wooden collapse, wearing solid bronze armor, but his neck was covered with blood stains that could not be healed.
Looking at this scene, Avitt pursed his lips and was silent for a while before speaking solemnly.
"...The glorious nobleman Jotiko died on the battlefield, which was a glorious death for a warrior. Under the guidance of the Lord God, he went to the red country and enjoyed peace and beauty forever!...Blessed by the Lord God!"
Hearing this, all the generals bowed their heads and paid their respects to the highest-ranking commander of the alliance who had been killed since the Eastern Expedition.
"The Lord God bless you! May you enjoy happiness forever!..."
Avitt lowered his eyes, showing deep sadness on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the nobles in the Sourwood Legion. The king's eyes lingered on the middle-aged nobleman at the front for a while, and he ordered in a deep voice.
"From today on, the Sourwood Legion will be taken over by the glorious nobleman, Spruce Clan Chief Xochikalo!"
Upon hearing this appointment, the Sourwood nobles looked at each other. Although they were a little surprised, no one objected. Jodiko's eldest son is not in the army, so the leader of the Spruce tribe, Xochikalo, is indeed the most suitable candidate to take over, and he is one of his own in the city-state.
In the Nahua language, "Xochikalo" means a flowering fruit tree. The meaning of "Yotico" is the trees in the sour fruit forest. Just from the names, we can know that there is a close blood relationship between the two. In fact, Xochikalo was the cousin of Jotiko's co-grandfather and one of the great nobles in Sourwood City, second only to Jotico.
Hearing this, Spruce Clan leader Huochikaluo put away the sadness on his face and showed a little excitement. He took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head respectfully.
"Dear King, Xochikalo obeys your will! I will reorganize the Sourwood Army and fight bravely for the supreme sun!"
"Yeah. Do it well! Xochikalo, I always feel at ease when you do things!"
Avitt's expression moved slightly and he nodded slowly. Then, he stretched out his hand with a smile and shook Xochikalo's hair.
"Gather the disorganized militia and warriors as soon as possible, and reorganize the Sourwood Legion... Next, follow me to capture the Tree Snake City, and sacrifice blood to the nobles in the city... Sacrifice to the immortal elders, and to the heroic Yotiko Legion Long revenge!"
"Yes! I obey you!"
Xochikalo lowered his head, his eyes twinkling. After a moment, he raised his head and shouted to the surrounding sourwood nobles with grief, anger and murderous intent.
"Capture the Tree Snake City, and sacrifice the nobles in the city with blood! Sacrifice for the immortal elder, and avenge the heroic leader of the Yotiko Army!"
"Siege the city...blood sacrifice...sacrifice...revenge!"
Soon, under the guidance of the accompanying priests, the angry shouts of the Mexica warriors resounded throughout the camp of tens of thousands of troops! The sound was like a roaring tide, and like thunder in the sky, with the will to destroy everything!
King Avit did not wait or hesitate. His heart was as hard as stone and he was ready for everything. Early on the next morning, when the simple ladder to climb the city was finally transported from the camp outside the Feathered Serpent City to the foot of the Tree Serpent City, tens of thousands of Mexican legions began a brutal siege of the city without stopping!
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