"Reed, my silly daughter...remember what Daddy said. Stay inside tonight and don't come out! No matter what you hear, don't come out!"

The old militiaman Chiwako squatted in the corner of the thatched hut, repeatedly exhorting in a low voice. He stretched out his hand and stretched out to the ground, but his palm disappeared directly.

The fire pond in the house shone with dim light, illuminating the humble hut and framing the shadows in the corners. It turned out that I didn't know when, there was a small hole in the soil ground. There was a small figure hidden in the cave. The old militiaman touched the figure's head lovingly, and couldn't help but say it again.

"Don't come out! Wait for Daddy to come back."

In the small hole, the little reed nodded timidly. Beside her was a jug of water, a few tortillas, and a small basket of dried fruit. Chiwako squatted and looked at his daughter for a while, then remembered the gift he brought back. He reached out and groped for a while in his arms, took out a rare piece of venison jerky, and carefully handed it into the hole.

Smelling the aroma of jerky, Little Reed's eyes lit up. She took the jerky from her father's hand and hugged it and bit it. This piece of jerky is very thin, and the meat is not too hard. The small reed is biting thinly in its mouth, like a small hamster chewing.

A gentle smile appeared on Chiwaco's face. After seeing his daughter for a while, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and squeeze Reed's little face before sighing.

"Reed, Daddy is leaving. Daddy has a lot to do today... I want to avenge you, your brother, and your mother... If I can't come back, you have to take care of yourself... "

Little Reed shook his head and broke his little face out of Chiwako's hands. Then, she continued to nibble on the jerky happily, not knowing if she heard her father's words.

Chiwaco sighed again. How could such a young daughter take care of herself? He looked at it for a while, then got up reluctantly, took two bales of hay, covered the hole, and left a hole for ventilation. Then, the old militiaman looked around the humble home, and threw the clay pot on the ground, smashed it, overturned all the pots, and kicked the straw bed everywhere.

After making out the traces of the looting, Chiwako took a last look at the location of the burrow. Reed obediently hid inside without making any sound. The old militiaman smiled. He put out the fire in the fire pit, pushed open the door, and left with the door open.

At the door, Wizti was wrapped in a headscarf and carrying a spear, staring blankly at the moon. More than a week has passed in May, and the incomplete half moon hangs in the night sky like a half-eaten pancake. The old militiaman stepped forward and patted Duo Mu on the shoulder.

"The wood, are you all packed?"

"Hmm. Nothing to fix."

Wizti replied in a muffled voice.

Chiwako nodded, then he also held the spear and strode south of the city.

"Let's go. Time to hit the road!"

Soon, the remaining old brothers also gathered one after another. A group of people did not speak, just in the faint moonlight, all the way forward quietly.

The capital city at night is like the waning moon in the sky. The half close to the city gate is a civilian area, desolate and desolate, and firelight is rarely seen. The half close to the inner side is the aristocratic district, with prosperous lights and still hustle and bustle.

Farther away, the tall "House of Wind" towers tall, and the immortal holy fire shines in the sky. The quaint and sacred hymn came quietly in the wind. The priests prayed all night, praying for the blessing of the gods, bringing victory, and also praying for the majestic capital to never fall.

In the priest's singing, a sneer appeared at the corner of Chiwako's mouth. Soon, the sneer turned into a smirk. A group of patrolling warriors passed in front of them, and the leading nobles asked carefully before waving their hands to tell the militia warriors to "go away".

The group continued to bow their heads and came to the South Gate in silence. Puapu had brought a dozen samurai with him and waited irritably here.

"Old man Qi, have you all arranged properly?"

"Well, yes. How about you, sir?"

"Oh! Arrangements, what else can I arrange? If I die tonight, will my mother-in-law and children survive? Besides, there are many people in the family. If we really have to make arrangements, I'm afraid it will leak."

"Master is wise and resolute, and he is a person who does great things."

Chiwaco complimented in a low voice. Then, he looked at the city wall not far away and asked cautiously.

"Master, what about the militiamen guarding the city wall?"

"It's all in the house. Today I went to pick up a batch of fruit wine, and then I found a reason to gather the militiamen together. They drank wine all night, and now they are probably sleeping soundly in the house."

Puap was obviously a little anxious. Following the gaze of the old militia, he looked at the sparse figures on the city wall, and said impatiently.

"Don't worry, these people on the city wall are all our people. The secret doors under the city wall have also been cleaned up. Now wait for the Mexicans to come!"

Chiwaco nodded. He turned to the youngest Ayuri.

"Little Yayuri, you are the most flexible. Bring the token of the connector and wait outside the city."

Ayuri blinked and walked towards the secret door. Chiwaco looked around for a while, then walked into the shadow of the wall and began to wait with peace of mind.

Puap looked at the deep sky, and then at the firelight of the palace in the distance. He paced back and forth uneasily, and after walking for a while, he couldn't help but speak.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

The old militiaman raised his head and looked at the position of the moon before answering patiently.

"The moon hasn't reached its mid-heaven yet. Don't worry, the Mexicas will come... They're in a hurry than us."

The night wind was blowing, and a dark cloud drifted slowly, covering the dim moon, making the sky darker and darker. The wind whistled across the city wall, like a low elegy. Suddenly, a few low-pitched night owls came from outside the city.

Puap was refreshed. He looked at the city wall, and a torch on the city wall swayed and circled several times.

"The Mexicans are finally here!"

Not far from the city, Nekali lowered his body and raised his head, also looking at the torches shaking on the city wall. Then, he turned around and whispered to the elite scouts behind him.

"That's it! All are close to the city wall, don't make a sound."

After speaking, the senior scout bowed his body and approached the edge of the city wall first. The heavily guarded city walls during the day were now empty. A large pile of slings and grey bottles were placed on the front of the city, and Nekali's palms were sweating. Next to the equipment of the city, a few defenders stuck their heads out. They looked at the rapidly approaching Mexica scouts, and nodded happily.

"Come on, the secret door is here!"

A thin figure suddenly emerged from under the city wall. Little Ayuli waved his right hand vigorously, holding a red wooden sign in his hand. Nekali pulled out the copper axe from his waist and stepped forward quickly. He looked at the shape of the wooden sign and made another gesture behind him.

The moonlight was dim, and the Mexica scouts followed Ayuri's figure to a rough wall. Ayuri crouched down and disappeared from the sight of the scouts. Nekali hurried forward and leaned over to check. Only then did he discover that there was a very inconspicuous hole at the base of the wall. The hole slanted down to the side, and the width was so narrow that even one person could barely pass through.

"I hate burrowing like a hare!"

Nekali shrunk into the hole, muttering bitterly. What kind of secret door is this, it is clearly a narrow tunnel! The walls on both sides were pitted and uneven, scratching the leather armor on his body. After crawling for a while, the forehead of the senior scout was sweating again. In this kind of terrain, he couldn't even straighten up, but if there were two people blocking the other end, it would be poking fish on land, and one would die.

Crawling hard for dozens of breaths, the hole on the other side is clearly visible. Nekali held his breath, carefully reaching out and groping. Another pair of big hands full of calluses grabbed him and pulled him out of the hole with a strong upward pull.

"Blessed by the Lord! We meet again, Mexicans!"

Chiwaco had a smile on his face.

"Hmm. God bless you! Thank you for your help, people of Prepecha."

As soon as Nekali stood on the ground, he couldn't wait to look around. The tall stone wall was so indestructible, but it was already behind him. And in front of him, is a magnificent and prosperous capital! The magnificent pyramid lit the holy flame, and the towering Palace of Winds was lit by candlelight. In the streets of the city center, there are countless lights. The flames flickered among the nobles' gardens, like the stars in the night sky!

Seeing all this, Nekali's face showed a wolf-like smile. He watched greedily for a while, then turned around and helped the scout behind to enter the city. The old militia looked calm, watching the Mexica warriors gather more and more. These warriors wore Tarasco-style leather armor and light copper axes tied around their waists.

The moonlight flows quietly. After about two quarters of an hour, more than a hundred Mexican elites had gathered along the tunnel, all of them wearing armor and holding axes, and their eyes were full of killing intent. Looking at these powerful and indifferent Mexica warriors, Puap shuddered and suddenly regretted it.

Seeing Puap's expression, Nekali clenched the copper axe in his hand and grinned.

"Hey, Prepecha's mate. Now, let's open the gates!"

Ash Earth Puap gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Wait a minute... There is a lot of digging, in case it attracts the attention of the patrol... Our number is not enough. By the way, the defenders in this section are my men, and they are all arranged in the big house in front. , also need to be dealt with as much as possible. You bring some warriors, come with me, go and wrap them first..."

Hearing this, Nekali frowned. he asked suspiciously.

"You can't control your subordinates?"

"I haven't been in charge of this unit for a long time, and I don't have many reliable cronies. For things like tonight, the fewer people know about it, the better..."

"Okay! Lead the way ahead."

Nekali nodded expressionlessly. He looked around, estimated the number of people in the next party, and began to take the initiative. The senior scout made a few gestures, and nearly a hundred Mexican warriors followed Puap and the old militiamen to a row of large houses not far away.

"Which houses are people in?"

"In order to defend the city, all the residents close to the city wall were removed by the chief, and there are only the militia stationed here. From here, until here... When you block the door, I will send people to call them in batches. Wake up and force them in..."

"Don't be so troublesome!"

Nekali coldly interrupted Puap's words. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Are all your people here?"

Seeing Nekali's icy smile, Puap's heart froze. He glanced at the old militia subconsciously. The other party sighed and lowered his eyes, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Yes...but..."

"You go in, none of you stay!"

Nekali looked at the Mexica warriors beside him and gave an order ruthlessly. Hundreds of elite warriors held axe in their hands, nodding sternly and obeying their orders. Soon, the small groups disappeared into the big house in front of them like hunting wolves.

"Damn! You..."

Puap opened his mouth to speak, but met the indifferent eyes of the senior scout. He felt the undisguised killing intent in the other's eyes, and wisely shut his mouth.

The dark night is full of tranquility, and the warm wind carries the aroma of wine. Soon, a faint noise resounded in the house, accompanied by the sound of blood flowing from the axe's blade into the flesh. A few muffled screams came, but there was a bit of sadness in the dullness. Puap sniffed hard. He smelled a strong **** smell, as if it came from his hands.

Smelling the blood in the wind, Chiwako shuddered violently. He raised his head and looked at Wizti beside him. Stupid Wood stared blankly at the ruthless Nekali, thinking that he had beaten him twice... He couldn't help but shudder.

Feeling the gaze, the senior scout tilted his head sharply and smiled coldly. Wizti immediately bowed his head quietly. Nekali pouted and continued to wait patiently. After a while, the house quickly became quiet, and groups of samurai came out one after another. Their expressions were still calm, but the copper axe in their hands was low, and blood was dripping down.

"Have you all cleaned up?"

"Yes, it's clean, Captain."

Nekkali nodded in satisfaction. He looked around and counted his palms to estimate that more than 200 elite warriors had entered the city.

"Almost there. You, come here and take us to the city gate!"

Facing the large group of Mexica elites and feeling the boiling killing intent, Puapu was silent and had to nod silently. He brought Nekali to the gate of the city. All the torches nearby had been extinguished, and only the faint moonlight fell from the sky and fell on the icy warriors.

"These are prepared stone shovels...mainly the outermost layer...the inside is actually half empty..."

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Nekali looked at the city gate that would be blocked, and frowned again. He pointed to both sides, and nearly half of the scouts spread out to the periphery, blocking the vicinity of the city gate.

"How long will this take?"

"Three quarters of an hour. There are enough people and great strength. If you work hard, it will take about two and a half quarters!"

"Okay. Start working, just hurry up for me!"

"The moonlight is darker, can you see it clearly? If not, just set a torch."

Puap asked hesitantly.

"No need. Here are all elite warriors who can fight at night... Before the gates open, the less movement the better."

"That's right!... Captain, there will be patrols at night... There are enough people here. We'd better go there and watch at the intersection in advance."

Chiwaco looked up. He pointed to a large house half a block away, and suggested with a smile.

Nekali looked at the location of the mansion and nodded slowly. A group of dozens of people walked to the big house together. The fire in the middle of the house was already lit, and there were a circle of pottery bowls, some pancakes and fruits, and two jars of open fruit wine. A few dozen steps away, there is a tempting aroma in the air.

"Hey, that's clever! Whose idea was this?"

Nekali immediately understood. He smiled and looked at the crowd, and the old militiaman laughed too. The people sat down in the room and poured wine into bowls. From a distance, a group of people drinking and partying, it is a harmony.

The flames flickered, the time ticked, and the ticking sounded far from the front. In the dark night, a group of warriors who patrolled all night finally took their torches and strode here!

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