June is the rainy season on the coast. Strong winds blow dark clouds, accompanied by drizzle, raging from the sea in the north. Outside the water village of Sunrise Village, a mighty navy fleet was ready to set off on this rainy day.
"The sea breeze, blowing and blowing! Those are the wings of the wind god leaving, looking for the distance where the soul disappears...
The raindrops are coming down! Those were the falling tears of Quetzalcoatl, which made the earth cry for them...
Sun, disappear! That was the unbearable gaze of the Sun God, watching the warriors of the gods rushing towards the cold battlefield of death! ~"
On the coast of the village, thousands of Totonak tribesmen, old and young, gathered. They looked at the fleet heading westward bravely and made a desperate attack, their eyes full of strong reluctance and sadness. The leading Hidden Snake priests burst into tears and sang an elegy to bid farewell to the warriors in the most desolate and primitive voices!
"O Serpent Mother of the Earth, Mother Goddess of Totonac! Please listen to my song of mourning and my sincere prayer... Our land was invaded by the evil Mexica, and the descendants of the sun and the giant snake were The cruel descendants of the God of War are destroying...and today is the last time, let us stand up and fight against evil for the last time!..."
On the long ship of the flagship, a high altar was erected. As the leader and priest of the fleet, Priest Papu was wearing a gorgeous priest's feather robe, holding high the staff given by the chief priest of the seaside, and praying before setting off for the expedition. At this moment, his face was full of determination and sadness. And the chants in his mouth were full of fearlessness, making the warriors couldn't help but lower their heads in reverence.
"The gods are witnessing in the kingdom of God! The battle to the death is just around the corner, and the fire will burn! …
O warriors of Totonac! We must carry the souls of our ancestors to fight the most powerful enemy! …
We will evoke the heroic spirits of the tribe, evoke the courage and strength of the past, and go to the seaside to find...
We must find the most evil wolf flag, shout the most heroic voice, and make the last and most unyielding roar toward the Mexica God of Death! …”
At this point, Priest Pap raised his head, gritted his teeth, and waved the magic staff in his hand toward the western coast!
"Attack! Attack! Attack!!...The fleet attacks and raids under the Mexica's Temple of Death! That is the last hope of all the Totonac tribe!...For the sake of the gods, ancestors and tribes, let us fight to the death , let the powerful Mexica hear the cry of our souls and know our unyielding strength!..."
Hearing such heroic shouts, the hidden snake priests and warrior leaders of the fleet couldn't help but shout excitedly. Soon, the crowd on the shore also joined in, and the sad dirge turned into passionate shouts, echoing through the sky!
"Attack! Attack! Attack!!...Attack to His Highness the Mexica to the death, and fight to the death!"
Amidst the thunderous shouts, Timberwolf Mayakun, wearing the warrior uniform of his personal guard and a wooden helmet that covered his face, stood among the warriors on the flagship, without attracting any attention. At this moment, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the brave Priest Papu on the altar, leading the crowd to shout, and he was dumbfounded. After a long while, he finally couldn't help it and cursed in a low voice.
"Damn it! This thick-skinned and shameless old fox!... If this guy meets His Highness, then the status of us generals will probably be moved back one more..."
With the sea breeze hunting, more than two thousand navy troops set off westward, bringing with them twelve large ships, one to two hundred small boats, and all the warriors, sailors and shipwrights. And when the ship rowed westward, it made undulating circles, just like falling into everyone's hearts.
The tragic song is generous, and he fights to the death. The entire Totonac navy was following the orders of Priest Papu, and based on reliable intelligence, they wanted to raid the Supreme Commander of Mexica, His Highness the God of Death, Shulot, who was stationed on the coast of the Great Fireworks Mountain. But at this moment, everyone was shouting loudly, and the thoughts in their hearts were completely different!
"Blessed by the gods and ancestors! Bring seven days of food and make a desperate raid! As long as the Mexica His Highness is captured, the Mexica army will retreat! This is the last chance for the city-state and tribe, worthy of glory Samurai, fight with your life for once!..."
The devout Hidden Snake warriors and tribal warriors are determined to die and look for the last chance. They held their heads high, their expressions as solemn as a sacrifice, and their eyes filled with expectation and hope. As for the warrior leaders on the bow, most of them prayed alone, and their eyes flashed a little.
"Ancestral blessing! Priest Papu has already said... As long as one last raid is needed, it will be worthy of the priests of Hidden Snake Holy City, the tribe and the ancestors!... And if the momentum is not good and there is no hope of results... then disperse Escape eastward, regroup in the Red Lake Town area, and seek refuge in the Mayan city-states along the coast... When escaping, rowing an unobtrusive boat will actually have a greater chance of survival!..."
As for the backbone of the big ship, the soldiers and sailors of the tribes migrating eastward have always remained silent. They had been vaguely informed of the news, and even if they didn't know much, they already understood that this trip to the west was not a pure sneak attack... The leaders seemed to have other plans...
The mighty fleet headed west, taking advantage of the vast darkness of night, passing by the outer sea of Hidden Snake Holy City without trying to get closer. Looking from a distance from the ship, the continuous tents surrounded the shadows, while large firelights patrolled the coast. From the distribution of these camps and fires, it can be clearly seen that thousands of Mexica legions have surrounded Hidden Snake City from three sides and completely controlled the important places and passages outside the city-state.
"Send two small boats and tell the priests in the city under the cover of night! The navy is making a desperate attack to raid His Highness the Mexica... Ask them to pray for us in the temple!... Well, let's contact you again if you want to escape. The divine nobles are the ones who have been contacting us..."
Priest Pappu narrowed his eyes, looked at the besieged Holy City of Hidden Snake, and quietly laid out a secret move. Then, in the name of maintaining concealment, he let the fleet row through the night without making any stops.
The long night at sea passed silently, and the fire on the shore never stopped. The Mexica army continued its march towards the east. And this Totonac navy is the only force going westward!
It was windy and rainy, and the entire fleet traveled day and night. In two days and two nights, everyone traveled three hundred miles, and finally arrived at the coast on the east side of the Fireworks God Mountain from the water village of Sunrise Village. This journey was very "lucky" and we did not encounter any blocking enemy ships, and we may not have even been discovered by Mexica scouts. And when the fleet arrived at the foot of the Holy Mountain, they saw a towering Black Wolf King flag flying on the water village on the coast!
"Blessed by the gods and ancestors! His Highness the Mexica is here!"
"The ancestors have appeared! His Highness Mexica doesn't have many guards! They are about the same number as us!"
Seeing the appearance of Wang Qi, the hidden snake warriors in the fleet burst into excited cheers. Before setting off, they imagined many possibilities, but they never expected that everything would go so smoothly!
"Didi! Didi!"
Seeing the appearance of the sea fleet, the warning conch horn sounded immediately from Qingshi's water village. Then, the gate of the water village suddenly opened, and groups of warriors filed out, setting up an extraordinarily tall royal flag on the hill on the shore.
Then, two thousand armored warriors, their armor leaves clanking and solemn, formed a neat array to fight and attack. And a king wearing golden cloth-covered bronze armor, surrounded by many personal guards, climbed onto the hill and appeared under the Black Wolf King's flag. He looked at the fleet on the sea for a while, then closed his left eye, took out a long brass tube from his arms, put it in front of his right eye and looked at it for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.
"That's right! God's blessing! Twelve big ships... He finally arrived as promised!..."
(End of chapter)
