"Aztec Eternal (

The autumn wind was full of chills, and it came mighty, blowing away the smoke of the explosion of pottery bristle, bringing the pungent smell of gunpowder. The roar of "God" reverberated in the wind for a long time, and the rich blood also melted in the wind, like the world of the dead!

Shulot's face was calm as he examined the battle situation in front of him.

In the second wave of bombing, the Tarrasco gun formation at the head of the city was completely scattered, and hundreds of samurai and militiamen were suddenly blown up. The canines who dropped the bombs were also panicked, and they were trembling on the top of the city. After a while, most of the downed militiamen stood up staggeringly, their ears buzzing, and they completely lost their courage to fight. They howled in random fear, with wounds of different sizes, staggering on their feet, and fled down the city with horror on their faces.

In the face of fleeing enemies, the canine warriors did not pursue them. They were also overwhelmed by the approaching explosion, immersed in the power of the Ability God, and terrified of the thunder beyond the times. The hounds knelt at the head of the city, dropped their shields, and let out meaningless shouts. Then, the bombardier who had completed the task lost his mind for a moment, and suddenly retreated like a wake-up call, leading the canine warriors to break up together.

The fierce fighting was abruptly interrupted, and both Xian Deng and the defenders were retreating in fear, leaving a large gap between the two sides, and the city was a momentary wonder. In this suddenly quiet moment, only the hurried arrows staggered past, fulfilling the mission of the war, penetrating the defenders who forgot to avoid, bringing out a scream and struggle!

Shulot's eyes were bright, staring at the city head. He watched a large number of defenders being blown down by the sound, and then got up and fled in fear. The young commander then burst out laughing, thinking to himself.

Perhaps it is the lack of some key steps, or the purity is not enough, the explosive power of the original black powder is always limited. The lethal range of the tribulus terrestris explosion is only a short two or three steps, so it must be thrown into the crowd by bombers, and it is difficult to throw it with a trebuchet with an accuracy deviation of more than ten steps. Also, this dangerous weapon has no stability at all, the burning speed of the match rope is difficult to control, and the pottery bristle often ignites early or late. Bombardier has become a destined consumable, which is also the reason why Shulot chose the dog.

At this moment, the top of the city fled, and the defenders fell into disorder and chaos. In the continuous explosions, not many enemies were actually killed by the pottery shards, but the sound and air waves of the two waves of explosions were fatal to the defending enemy army!

In the face of a favorable fighter, Shulot made a decision without hesitation. He threw away the bright red command flag, waved the yellow flag of the sun suddenly, and shouted the order.

"The Lord God blesses us, we will win this battle! God bless the Legion, charge the city!"

The low sound of war drums was fierce again, knocking out the footsteps of the charge. The high gong sounded, arousing the samurai's killing intent. The three thousand Divine Blessing Corps held the sun talisman around their necks and shouted in unison.

"Fight for God, Die for God!"

Afterwards, the God Blessed Samurai showed a frenzy and rushed forward. They waved their battle sticks, and without hesitation, they slaughtered the scattered dogs and drove them to both sides. Then, in the rain of arrows that stopped temporarily at the top of the city, the Divine Blessed Legion quickly climbed up the city, directly killing the dogs who were lying on the ground and blocking the way, and they boarded hundreds of them in a moment.

Legion Commander Natalie, holding a large shield battle stick, did not stop, leading his personal guards to charge forward. Beside him is the reconciled friend Vermark, who has converted to the Lord God. With awe-inspiring killing intent, the two of them gave up their lives and rushed directly to the chaotic crowd, completely defeating the retreating militia guarding the city. The brigade of God Blessed Samurai then followed closely and charged towards the enemy fiercely. They hardly use shields to block them, they just swipe their offensive weapons decisively and continue to charge.

The sound of fighting sounded again, and the city head of the river mouth fortress was turned into a sacred altar. The fanatical battle stick cuts the weak body and smashes the strong head, turning everything that is alive into sacrifices to the Lord God!

Natalie charged all the way until he had taken dozens of steps before encountering a real obstacle. More than a dozen Tarrasco warriors who were still holding on occupied the narrow passage and formed a gun formation to block it. The dense spears stabbed alternately, repeatedly hitting the shield of the young army commander, making it difficult for him to break through for a while.

On the watchtower at the top of the city, the Marshal of the fortress finally reacted. The flag of "Crocodile" waved rapidly with the arrow marks of the hole. The five hundred elite reserve team shouted and obeyed. These loyal warrior backbones, wrapped in three thousand reserve Tarasco militiamen, rushed out of the fortress and rushed towards the city.

The God Bless Samurai boarded a thousand people, quickly expanded to the left and right, and was stopped by the enemy guns that gradually reacted. Faced with this situation, a god-blessed warrior had red eyes and roared loudly.

"The Lord God Huitzilopochtli is above, and Ikot of Hirotepec is dedicated to you!"

After shouting the last name, Icott ran quickly for two steps, holding a heavy shield in his left hand, pressing his neck with his right hand, and rushing into the gun array opposite. Under the huge impact, the bronze spear on the front slammed into the shield, and the bronze spears on both sides pierced deeply into the body. Icott's expression was instantly painful, and then he left a dying smile, tilted his head and died.

The face of Natalie's sculpture was hideous and murderous. At the moment when the spear on the opposite side was restrained by Icott's body, he swiftly raised his shield and pounced on it, then briefly waved his battle stick, smashing three heads. The gun circle was destroyed, and the flexible Wemack also took advantage of the situation and continued to kill two people. As soon as the warriors behind them swarmed up, the dozen or so defending warriors who formed the formation fell to the ground one after another. The last young Tarrasco threw away his spear and surrendered in terror, followed by a battle club slashed to the neck.

Weimark waved his battle stick and used a sharp obsidian blade to cut off the neck of the ground. Then, he wiped a handful of blood that had splattered all over his face, looked around, and said sharply to the head of the regiment.

"Natalie, the enemy's support is coming soon! The front of the city is too small to deploy too many troops, and there are enemies shooting arrows up under the city. We have to charge over the passage and rush down to the front of the city as soon as possible!"

Natalie was covered in blood, pulled out the feather arrow nailed into the shield, and nodded expressionlessly. The two led the guards again, took the lead, and went straight to the nearest passage. Hundreds of **** bless warriors behind them also followed, and then in the narrow passage, they collided violently with the reinforcements from the opposite side!

Under the will to die, the battle situation reached a climax in an instant. The battle stick slashed the neck, the copper spear pierced the waist and abdomen, the blood of the two warriors sprayed each other, and they hugged and died tragically together!

Shulot stared for a moment, the enemy's last reserve team had already supported him. The two sides fought fiercely at the city walls and passages, and the flags of the enemy nobles flew on the front line of the battle. This was the last and most cruel entanglement! Through the ferocious impact, the Divine Blessed Legion firmly occupied the head of the city, but there were at least 7,000 warriors and militiamen in the city.

The young commander waved the flag again, and several snail horns sounded. Hundreds of guards rushed from the rear and reorganized hundreds of longbow warriors. The warriors returned to command, then abandoned the shield car and climbed to the top of the city. They have to shoot against the enemy archers below on the narrow city wall!

Then, Shulot's eyes turned to the west, to minimize the casualties of the siege, we must look at the surprise attack at the water gate!

At this time, on the western city wall of the Hekou Fortress, the old militiaman Chiwako was crouching at the head of the city, staring at the still-burning Watergate. On the estuary outside the water gate, hundreds of large boats of the Mexicans were lining up in a tight formation, firing arrows one after another towards the city. The arrow rain of "咻咻" hit the sky continuously, and the archers at the city head counterattacked sporadically, and the prepared rolling stone wood was never used.

The attack of the Mexica navy was launched along with the general offensive of Nancheng. Chiwako looked at the hundreds of large boats that came, but at first he didn't take it seriously. With his more than ten years of experience, it is absolutely impossible to take down the city wall with archery alone. The water gate in the west is thick and solid, under the key protection of the city head. If hundreds of large boats dare to approach, let them taste the power of rolling stone wood!

The attention of the old militia was always on the direction of Nancheng. He defended the city well and offered rockets. By begging the young noble master, he finally got his wish and was transferred to the West Wall as the militia captain. The nobleman comforted him a few words, accepted him as a vassal, and left him a private task, and what he had to do was exactly what he wanted.

In the past two days, he deliberately brought all the militiamen he knew to this city wall, and made a few secrets, especially telling the five or six militiamen in the same village. At a critical moment, the gentlemen are simply unreliable. The only ones who can be trusted are these fellow villagers and comrades who have lived and died together!

The attack outside Watergate began as much as he expected. The two sides shot arrows at each other, and the militiamen hid in peace behind the wooden shields on the soil platform, and there were not many casualties. Then, on a large boat, the young warrior leader suddenly waved his hand. Several warriors suddenly rowed a small boat, rushing straight towards the water gate at the maximum speed, and instantly rushed within thirty steps from the water gate.

The old militiaman looked at the city in doubt, and the boat that sent the death rushed closer and closer, with a huge wooden coffin on it. There appeared to be copper nails nailed to the coffin, but a hole was left at the edge, leading out a long, slender rope. In the sporadic bows and arrows at the head of the city, the boat quickly rushed beyond the heavy water gate. Then, the warriors on the boat held up their shields, quickly took out the prepared fire, and lit the long rope directly from the middle. Then, among the stones thrown at the head of the city, the warriors jumped into the river without hesitation, and then swam desperately into the distance, as if they were escaping something.

Seeing this inexplicably familiar scene, the old militiaman groaned in his heart. He looked around, and the archers around him were leaning out and shooting arrows at the samurai who traveled far away. At the critical moment, the old militia only shouted.

"Block your ears and lie down on the head of the city! Get on your feet!"

Afterwards, the old militiamen were the first to lie on the head of the city, covering their ears with headscarves, and then clinging to the solid parapet with their hands. The militiamen who had lived and died together were agitated, and they also followed suit, lying on the ground. The other militiamen looked dazed and looked around.

But after a dozen breaths, an unparalleled explosion sounded suddenly! Like a meteor falling, hitting the top of the city, with a roar and explosion that drowns everything!

In the sound waves that shook the world, the city head trembled slightly, the rolling stones and sakura trees kept shaking, and even the earth platform began to shake. The sound waves hit, with a sharp whistle that ripped through the air. Dozens of militiamen who were shooting arrows were suddenly deafened, their cerebellum unbalanced, and then swayed down the city head and fell into the same churning river.

Hundreds of militiamen at the top of the city stood unsteady, and suddenly fell to the ground like a gourd. Luckily, he was blocked by the earth platform and almost survived. The unlucky one rolled directly down the city wall, and fell into the inner city from a height of six meters, leaving a shrill scream and a pool of blood that spread.

"God"-like roar echoed far away, and the entire fortress could be clearly heard. In the roar, all the commanders and nobles were afraid of Xi Gu, not knowing what happened. On the west city wall, the warriors who were in charge of the battle were also terrified, unable to recover from the tremor for a long time, not to mention the militiamen who were writhing and howling after their minds were taken away.

The young "Black Wolf" Toltek looked at the scene in front of him in shock. Although His Highness repeatedly warned him, he had also seen the explosion of dozens of kilograms of gunpowder, but everything in front of him still made his heart tremble.

In the huge explosion, the thick wooden coffin filled with hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder, like a toy of the gods, suddenly exploded into pieces in the sky. The air wave tumbled suddenly, and the top of the lid, which weighed dozens of pounds, was broken into several pieces, and flew directly up to six meters, smashing several defenders at the top of the city to the ground. More broken wood penetrated deeply into the water gate, and the thick wooden water gate completely burst, leaving countless broken marks. Then, roaring flames burst into flames, burning simultaneously on the wreckage of the boat and the watergate. The smoke from the sky floated up, like a black cloud that devoured everything, completely obscuring the sight.

There was silence outside the city, and all the feather arrows stopped at the same time~lightnovelpub.net~ Only the sound of fiery burning. Then, a mournful howl sounded from the top of the city, and a piercing cry for help came from beside him, awakening the shocked and absent-minded "Black Wolf".

Toltec raised his brows and looked left and right. Even at a distance of more than 100 steps, many Longbow militiamen fell into the water on the surrounding boats, and were struggling for help at this time. The few warriors who jumped out of the boat in front and were swimming back were completely stunned by the sound waves, and they were ups and downs on the water, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Fortunately, the expression of the 1,500 temple guards accompanying the ship did not change. They had long been told of the power of the gods, and they were only shocked for a moment, and then they showed fanaticism and cheered loudly.

"The Lord God Huitzilopochtli is here! The Lord God Huitzilopochtli is here! ... God bless the victory!"

The continuous shouting shocked the city head and encouraged the morale of the army. Then, with a big wave of Toltec's hand, several large boats carrying fierce warriors and large pottery jars filled with water rushed forward. The warriors, wearing paper armor soaked in water, wearing cotton helmets soaked in water, holding copper chisels and stone hammers, rushed towards the burning water gate without fear.

Amid the thunderous cheers, the old militiamen were heartbroken. He took out the herb bag and took a deep breath, watching the enemy's boat approach.

When Fang Yi approached the water gate, the Mexica warriors used their arms to push the pottery jar filled with water directly to the burning water gate. Then, when the flames went out a little, the warriors waved copper chisels and stone hammers to completely disperse the remains of the wooden door. The water gate of the west city is now open, and there is no obstacle!

The old militiaman's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of despair. He looked at the large enemy ship that was rushing into the water gate, and then looked at the fleet of ships rushing in. The body that had just stood up just lay down weakly, and let out a long sigh of relief on the top of the city.

"This man-eating fortress has finally fallen!"