Cangshan is like the sea, and White Snake City is located on the hill, standing quietly. The setting sun is like blood, there are military camps outside the tree snake city, and the warriors are noisy. In the Mexican coach's tent, a short assassination had just come to an end.
Shulot was wearing a bronze armor and a bronze sword across his waist. His face was calm and he was sitting at the top of the tent.
On his left side was Shadow Wei Naxiu, who was wearing leather armor and holding a long dagger. On his right side is Eckart, the captain of the guard, wearing heavy armor and a short shield and a bronze axe. In front of him was the shield guard Ters with a large shield in both hands, closely protecting him. The three of them were fully vigilant, staring at the door of the big tent, but none of them were stained with blood.
At this moment, a pool of warm blood was flowing silently at the entrance of the tent. Xiulote looked at the four or five young female corpses lying down beside the tent door, as well as the small and sharp copper needles in the hands of the corpses. He shook his head and sighed quietly.
"She has a graceful figure, a beautiful posture, and a smile that attracts people's hearts... The noble daughter of the Tlaxcala people, named the Messenger, is eager to get closer, wants to be an assassin, and lacks combat experience. Phew! They and ...Compared to her, she is much worse after all!"
Naxiu raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the king's emotional words. She remained calm and straightened out her chest, revealing a moving arc. Then, she stretched out her hand again, touched the perfect and slightly erect belly under the arc, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
At the entrance of the main tent, more than a dozen guards' bronze spears were stained with blood, and their expressions were cold and hard. Several Prepecha doctors were carefully examining the assassin's body. After a while, senior Prepecha doctor Taka stepped forward and carefully reported back.
"Your Majesty, the assassins are all dead. They only carry copper needles coated with snake venom, and no other hidden weapons."
"Snake venom?"
Hearing this, Shulot's expression changed. He looked at the last girl who committed suicide. Her pretty face was relaxed due to paralysis, and she even seemed to be smiling. This was obviously the effect of a powerful neurotoxin. Shulot thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.
"Taka, is there an antidote for this poison?"
"Well!..."
Doctor Taka's heart skipped a beat and he immediately fell to his knees.
"Your Majesty...if we know what kind of snake it is...we can prepare an antidote..."
In other words, if you don't know anything and are poisoned, you are waiting to die.
"Well. The people of Tlaxcala claim to be descendants of cloud snakes, and they have finally revealed the inheritance of using snake venom. For the witch doctors of the alliance, the more such inheritance the better! ...You guys stand down and put the corpses away Take it away and study it carefully."
Shulot frowned slightly and gave an order calmly. He waved his hand, and calmness soon returned to the tent, leaving only a trace of blood. The young king looked in the direction of White Snake Hill City, pondered for a moment, and gave Ekart a sharp order.
"Eckart."
"Master!"
"White Snake Qiu City has been besieged for more than eight months. All support has been cut off, and there is no hope. Their situation must be very difficult, so they made a desperate move and sent assassins pretending to be envoys... I estimate the food reserves in the city Not too much. When you are anxious, you will act carefully."
After analyzing this, Shulot pondered for a moment and then gave the military order.
"Let the warriors run noisily in the camp, pretending to be confused and panicked when their coach is assassinated, and show them to the head of White Snake City! Then, give you two thousand armored guards to ambush in the small fortresses around the siege trench. Tras The Kara people are likely to send troops to attack at night... Then, it will be your turn to show your true wisdom and bravery!"
"Yes, Master! Fight for you!"
Eckard knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully. Then, he immediately took his personal guards and rushed outside the camp to make arrangements. After a while, thousands of warriors outside the camp started shouting. Large swaths of running smoke and anxious shouts drifted toward the towering White Snake Hill City ten miles away.
Shulot sat in the camp, reading the letters between the kingdom and the alliance. After a while, more than a dozen warrior battalion commanders came anxiously from the outer camps to meet the king. Shulot had a smile on his face, trying to comfort him. After confirming that the king was safe, the battalion commanders left in a hurry and made arrangements to lure the enemy.
It was noisy for a long time, and it was not until late at night that it calmed down a little. However, the obvious cry echoed outside White Snake City, causing confusion in people's hearts.
The moonlight was dim and the torches were sparse. On the high hills of White Snake City, long trenches form a circle. Eckart, wearing armor and holding an axe, waited patiently at the camps on both sides of the trench. It wasn't until deep into the night that the gate of White Snake City quietly opened.
Two thousand elite White Snake warriors, all wearing snake-patterned leather armor, silently poured out of the city gate, like long snakes crawling quickly in the dark night. Then, under the leadership of a warrior with a bow and a stick on his back, they gathered for a while and ran towards the besieging camp, with the will to die!
The long snake ran and the warrior was silent. Spears flashed, war clubs hung low. Sure enough, something went wrong in the Mexican camp. In panic, obvious loopholes appeared in the defense of the trench. Hundreds of White Snake warriors quickly climbed over the trench that was as high as one person. Without any obstruction, they excitedly crossed the camp and rushed towards the chaotic camp!
Seeing this scene, the more than a thousand warriors behind them all looked excited. In this era, there have always been only a few elites who can fight at night. In the chaotic darkness, only one-fourth or five-fifths of the tens of thousands of Mexica warriors could fight at night. As for the remaining warriors, once they collide at night, they are likely to kill each other and cause a major defeat.
The Tlaxcala warriors of White Snake City struggled to hold on for several months, suffering from the despair of lack of food and helplessness. At this moment, the hope of victory finally appeared before their eyes, like a large bonfire outside the main camp in Mexica!
"Big bonfire?!"
White Snake Warrior Captain Salter ran to the camp with a big bow on his back and a war stick. Right in front, dozens of steps away, was a large, bright bonfire, lighting up almost half of the camp. Salt paused slightly and slowed down his steps. Subconsciously, he had an ominous premonition. It was the result of senior warriors who had been fighting for many years and had a keen sense of danger and murderous intent.
"Huh?! This situation doesn't seem right..."
"Blessed by the cloud snake! Kill the Mexica!"
Those who participated in the night attack were all elite warriors in the city, and they all had the courage to fight to the death. And when the night attack reaches this point, success or failure only occurs in a moment, and there is no room for turning back! Hundreds of White Snake warriors raised their war clubs, all burst out with their final shouts, and without stopping, they charged towards the camp.
"Whoosh, whoosh!... Whoosh whoosh!..."
The last shout was still echoing, and a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot in front of us, bringing with it the roar of death!
One thousand Praetorian crossbowmen and two thousand legion archers emerged from behind the camp wall at the same time, and quickly fired deadly copper feather arrows at the hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors who were exposed to the firelight. But in an instant, the dying wails sounded outside the camp! The white snake warriors in the group were like beans harvested in autumn, falling down in pieces and scattering into corpses on the ground. The rich smell of blood spread instantly, symbolizing the coming of death.
"Blessed by the Lord God! Fight for God! Cut them off and don't let them escape!"
The shooting outside the camp gate was still going on, and more intense shouts of killing suddenly broke out near the trench in the rear. White Snake Warrior Commander Salter fell on the ground and suddenly turned around. In the dim light of the fire, he saw a large group of Mexica warriors, shadowy, like coyotes jumping out of the darkness and biting the tail of the long snake. The Mexica coyote showed its sharp "copper claws" and drove the frightened Tlaxcala warriors into complete despair.
"O god of hunting! We...we...are hunted wild deer, falling into the Mexica's trap!"
White Snake Warrior Commander Salt gritted his teeth and looked back and forth. He looked at the bodies of his comrades beside him and the fallen figure behind him, his heart bleeding. These are the elites of the main force in the city. If they are all buried here, the White Snake City...
"That's all! Maybe without two thousand warriors, the city can hold on longer!..."
Salt lowered his eyes, wishing to die in his heart. There were originally 15,000 people in Baisheqiu City, including 4,000 warriors, 6,000 militiamen, and 5,000 old, weak, women and children, and they had to store grain for a year. After eight months of siege, there were less than eleven thousand left, and the grain reserves were more than six months old. In addition to the hundreds of warriors and militiamen who died in the battle, most of the four thousand fewer people were old, weak, women and children who were sacrificed and slaughtered.
"Their taste... sour and astringent, I don't want to taste it again..."
For the nobles in the city, they did not feel any burden in slaughtering the humble moth people or even executing their own slaves. Doing this will not only reduce the number of people eating, but also increase food storage. Of course, such stored food is usually given to the warriors to eat. In the same way, if the Mexicans drive the old and weak outside the city into the city, not only will they not consume the food in the city, but it will be a supplement. The cruelty of this war-torn era is unimaginable in future generations of peace.
"The city-state is the land under your feet, and the gods are the sky above your head. And the ferocious Aztecs are the fire from the west! Now the earth is full of flames, and the sky is full of smoke and dust. I am in the desperate situation of the abyss, since If you are defeated, what is there to say?...The only thing you can do is die and dedicate yourself to the gods!"
Amidst the bonfire, arrows and screams, White Snake Warrior Commander Salt lowered his eyes and read out the last poem of his death. Unfortunately, no one heard or recorded it. Then, he took a deep breath, threw away the long bow behind his back, gripped his shield and war stick, roared like a beast, and rushed towards the camp in front of him!
"Whoosh!... Duh! Duh duh!"
An arrow shot towards him, but was blocked by the shield. Then there were a few more, but they were still blocked by the White Snake Warrior Commander who was good at fighting. He ran very fast, and in a moment, he arrived in front of the camp gate and raised the war stick in his hand. However...
"Hush, rest, rest!..."
More than a dozen armored crossbowmen cocked their bows and aimed at the warriors in front of the camp gate. Then, the trigger was pulled, and more than a dozen sharp crossbows were fired out. At a distance of more than ten steps, they shot the White Snake Warrior Commander Salt!
"Duh!...Pfft! Tsk!"
White Snake Warrior Commander Salterton stood on the spot, like a straw bag that had been shot through, with uncontrollable pain and a trace of inexplicable relief on his face. The shield on his left arm was pierced by a crossbow shot at close range, while four arrows were deeply pierced on his right side of the body, straight into his chest and lungs.
"...ahem...uh...haha!"
After the last bloody cough and laughter, the White Snake Warrior Commander fell to the ground. He looked at the dim night sky with stars and moon, just opened his eyes and died here. At the last moment of his death, he had only one question that he didn't want to know but knew the answer to.
"After I die, who will eat my wife and daughter left in White Snake City?"
The fighting outside White Snake City lasted all night. The dim light of the fire and the boiling wailing and shouting lasted all night long. Tisat, the Lord of White Snake City, stood at the top of the city and looked anxiously outside the city. His heart gradually sank, sinking straight into the endless darkness, like a nightmare and a future that was already destined.
When the morning sun rose, thousands of murderous Mexica warriors poured out of the camp like a tide until they arrived at the White Snake City. Wearing bronze armor and bronze helmets, covered in blood, they strode forward coldly and threw the heads of White Snake warriors one after another at the foot of White Snake City. Soon, nearly two thousand heads were built into a hill, silently displayed in front of the warriors at the top of the city.
At the top of White Snake City, the warriors and militiamen were in dead silence. Even if there is one of the few fortified cities in the world under their feet, it cannot bring them any safety and security. This city-state, which had no reinforcements and was unable to break out, had no hope of changing its fate.
Soon, a black wolf king's flag came from behind the military formation of thousands of Mexica warriors until it was erected in the eyes of tens of thousands of people.
Shulot wore a wolf-headed helmet and heavy bronze armor, and held a huge bamboo-wood composite bow in his hand. This outstanding large bow was made by Kundili, a bowsmith from Qin Cong Can in the royal capital. It took several years and was carefully made. It represents the latest level of military industry in the kingdom and was only shipped here last month. And the shooting range of this big bow is much farther than the existing long bow.
Then, Shulot took a few steps forward, and under the protection of his personal guards, stood outside White Snake City, looking at the leader of Tlaxcala at the top of the city. After a moment, he raised his big bow, pointed it at the city head, drew it to full strength, and shot an arrow!
"Whoosh!"
A sharp arrow flew towards, and under the horrified and astonished eyes of White Snake City Lord Tissart, it hit... the wall at the bottom of the Qiu City.
Shulot's old face turned red, but luckily he was covered by his helmet. He stretched out his hand again and made a death declaration by wiping his neck in front of the White Snake City Lord Tisat. Then, without caring about the other party's reaction, he turned around and walked away.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this scene, the eyes of White Snake City Lord Tissart turned red instantly. He was like a desperate gambler who placed the biggest bet, only to realize that his opponent turned out to be a cheat! Then, he lost all hope of remaking his record and was laughed at by his enemies, declaring his doomed death.
"...Damn Salt, you can't even identify a trap. What a waste!"
Tissart, the Lord of White Snake City, gritted his teeth and looked at the black wolf's king's flag before it went away again. The Mexican warriors once again tightened the siege of the trenches and cut off all roads. The Jingguan, where two thousand heads were piled up, stared silently at the top of the city, as if sending out an invitation that would never come back.
"God of Hunting! I will offer sacrifices to you! Please protect the devout god descendants!"
After the anger, deep despair came over me. Then despair turned to piety and finally to madness. Tisat, the Lord of White Snake City, prayed for a moment, then looked at the family warriors on both sides with red eyes, and gave a stern order.
"Let the priests hold a ceremony, select five hundred sacrifices, and offer them to the supreme gods!... After the gods enjoy them, let the warriors share the gifts of gods!"
Using the most sacred language and speaking the bloodiest words is the inheritance of the descendants of the Cloud Snake God. After saying that, Tisat walked down the city and towards the temple in the center of the city. But soon, he remembered something again, turned around, and spoke quietly.
"The warrior commander Salt failed in his night attack and went to the kingdom of God. His wife and daughter were also included in this batch of sacrifices and were sacrificed to the gods!..."
As the morning sun faded into sunset, the fanatical and confusing sacrificial ceremony was held again in the city. The priests praised crazily, sang and danced, and sacrificed fresh and humble lives. Warriors and militiamen fell to the ground in prayer, asking for the blessing of the God of Hunting and calling for a miracle that never came. And when the night falls, a more cruel scene is hidden in the deep darkness.
White Snake City is solid and towering, standing on a flat hill tens of meters tall. The night attack failed, and the strength of the city's defenders was once again weakened. However, the Mexicans seemed to have no intention of attacking by force. The long siege of the city continues, and the people alive in the city are struggling desperately and falling into the abyss of sin.
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