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The sky is bright and the earth is golden. The wind was full of the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, mixed with the cries of the Mexica warriors.

"Fireball ready!"

"Yes! The Lord God bless!"

"put!"

"Om!...Bang!"

More than a dozen flaming fireballs rose from the small trebuchet, like shining meteors! They crossed a distance of more than 100 steps, made a few loud "bangs", and bombarded the southern city wall six or seven meters high. Soon, more blazing flames ignited under the brick and stone city walls, emitting pungent poisonous smoke, smoking the blue stone walls to black!

A flaming fireball landed exactly on the top of the city, bringing the flame of death! Several Tlaxcala warriors screamed in an instant, turned into a flaming fire, and fell from the high city wall.

"Ah!...Bang!"

"Fireball ready!"

A Mexica captain was expressionless and gave an order in a loud voice.

"Yes! The Lord God bless!"

Dozens of Prepecha warriors were busy, and they quickly loaded up flammable paper fireballs and carefully lit them.

"put!"

"Om!...Bang!"

More than a dozen sulphur-filled fireballs rose again and roared into the city. After a while, a large swath of poisonous smoke from burning sulfur dispersed behind the city, causing the enemy warriors prepared behind the wall to let out a piercing cough.

"Cough cough... cough cough! God of hunting, it's the **** demon breath again! Cough cough!!"

"Quick! Quick! Let the militias dump dirt and wet sand! Cough!"

After five rounds of fireballs, the inside and outside of the southern city were filled with flames and poisonous smoke. Behind the city wall, two hundred Tlaxcala warriors roared nervously, urging nearly a thousand militiamen to go back and forth desperately. The militiamen, shirtless and carrying bamboo baskets, kept slapping the sand dug hastily on the unquenchable flames. And the poisonous smoke was always dispersed, and from time to time someone groaned and fell silently to the ground. Afterwards, countless bare soles stepped on, letting the **** of death go away with a load.

"Hold on! Hold on!! If the feuding Mexicans are allowed to enter the city, the entire city, no matter the noble or the lowly, will be sacrificed!"

On the head of Nancheng, a dozen city-state aristocrats with red eyes and blackened faces, roaring and commanding the defenders like a ghost. Their determination to resist is as firm as a stone wall, without any doubt. Because, this time the enemy has been fighting each other for decades, the neighbor who loves to sacrifice noble species, the powerful Mexica alliance! If Water Valley City falls, the pariahs may be able to escape, but the nobles will surely die!

"Misquater, the **** of hunting, is protecting us! Our Water Valley City is the ancient and long-standing Atlisco (), a solid stone city that has not fallen for two hundred years! The mother river of Tarsus flows through the city. , will continue to bring the warriors and food of the alliance!... Glory warriors, we are the gateway to the south of the alliance, protecting the rich hinterland of the alliance, and guarding the holy city of Cholula behind!...Today, You must fight to the death for the **** of hunting, for the Tlaxcala Four Nations Alliance...for the lofty holy city, and for your wives and children...defend the demons and fight to the end!!"

A priest of the **** of hunting stood at the head of the city, vigorously waving the short arrow of the ritual in his hand. He preached loudly and enthusiastically, using the exact same branch of Nahua as the Mexica, inspiring the warriors' morale!

The priest wears a long crown of feathers, and his clothing is quite similar to that of the priests of Mexica. It's just that on his robe, there is the divine pattern of the God of Hunting, and a jade plate hangs around his neck. On the jade plate, there is naturally an abstract depiction of Misquartl, which is the biological father of the Feathered Serpent in the legend of Tlaxcala, the sacred "Snake in the Clouds"!

"For the **** of hunting! Cough... Resist the demons! Cough... Fight to the end!!"

Seven or eight hundred Tarasco warriors were holding weapons in their hands, covering their mouths and noses with their clothes, and guarding the city head tightly. They coughed violently and shouted with difficulty, but they did not dare to leave the city wall at all. Several thousand-person battalions of Mexicans are lining up outside the southern city, ready to attack at any time.

"Very good! The enemy is almost unable to stand at the head of the city."

The black wolf Toltek nodded slowly, fighting intent in his eyes. Holding a command flag, wearing bronze armor, carrying a longbow, he stood on the hill, with a red and black regiment flag erected behind him. At this moment, he looked up and saw the smoke of gunpowder lingering under the mountains, the shouts echoed in the valley, and the flames burned in the city!

"Serial Artillery Battalion, Condor Cannon, Shoot!"

The herald flew down the hill and came to the battlefield outside the water valley city. Six Sun Eagle Cannons, which are over one meter long, are ready to aim at the southern city wall two hundred steps away. Around the Condor Cannon, in addition to the gunners who handled the cannon, there were a full two hundred elite Mexica warriors holding shields to guard the precious Condor Cannon.

"Order: Condor Cannon, shoot!"

"Yes! The Lord God bless!"

The gunners all lit the rope, then covered their ears and crouched on either side of the bronze cannon.

"shoot!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Six terrifying roars exploded in sequence in the valley, like a world-destroying thunder! Six two-pound stone bullets, with enormous power, ferociously bombarded the city tower.

"Pfft... 呲..."

"The supreme **** of the hunt, Misquartl! Please send down your divine power to break down the evils of the West... ah! Uh!..."

A large swath of blood flowers bloomed in an instant at the top of the city. Afterwards, there were sharp screams that did not sound like human voices, and uncontrollable fearful exclamations!

The two stone bullets accurately hit the defenders, ran over the bodies along the way, and pulled out two tragic blood mists. Several other stone bullets either hit the tower and shattered the shields erected; or they concentrated on the city wall and caused a little shaking. After a round of bombardment, at least a dozen of the hundreds of defenders in Nancheng died, and the rest were all terrified!

"Very good! The Sun Eagle Cannon is really a weapon bestowed by God!"

The black wolf nodded in satisfaction and clenched the flag in his hand. He desperately wanted to swing it again, and had to wait for the copper cannon to be loaded.

"It's a pity, it's not easy to make the Divine Eagle Cannons, and there are still too few! There are only six of them in the South Route Army, and it takes half an hour to launch a round. And although there are many squat cannons, the Rain God Tiger can't be used to attack the city... Hehe, the daring Tlaxcala native dog will only defend the fortress, and will no longer dare to fight with the legion!"

"Come again! Condor, shoot!"

"Yes! The Lord God bless!"

The so-called blessing of the Lord God is to ask for the grace of God, so that the siege weapons with poor accuracy can hit the city.

"shoot!"

"Boom boom boom!..."

The terrifying thunder rang through the valleys again, and even drowned out the desperate cry of the Tlaxcalans. The irresistible bombardment spewed from the mouth of the golden beast! The warriors at the head of the city trembled together with the militiamen, shuddering and praying. These days, they have used many lives to prove that once this giant beast of death hits, it can destroy any obstacles!

"Ah!! Ah! The Mexicas in the West! They fell into the abyss and colluded with the volcanic demons underground!...Ugh! Hoho!..."

An old corpse with a feather crown on its head, with a feather arrow on its throat, suddenly fell from the city head. After a few breaths, he smashed to the ground with a "bang", blooming bright red on the big beach. Even in the terrifying reverberation of the thunder, Mizutani Castle erupted in a terrifying exclamation.

"Ah! Elder Shiloh Priest!!"

"Ok?!"

Seeing this wonderful shot, the black wolf gripped the longbow behind his back, his hand itching for a while. The desire to fight is in his heart, making him want to shout, roar, throw down the handsome flag, and go into battle in person! It's a pity, His Highness is camping at the rear of the legion, only ten miles away. And the king flag of the black wolf stands on the hill behind, watching the entire legion~lightnovelpub.net~ also watching over him...

"Hey! This army commander is..."

The black wolf took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then, he was very interested and asked aloud.

"Who shot that arrow just now?"

"Boss, it's your former bodyguard, the artillery battalion commander, Tupa!"

"Ah? It's this kid! Yes, the archery has improved again! Better than..."

The black wolf clapped his hands, paused, and smiled. Then, with a serious look on his face, he shouted sharply.

"Prepare to attack the city! The Longbow Battalion and the Pioneer Battalion are in place! A quarter of an hour later, a thousand soldiers from the Pioneer Battalion descended, pushing shield vehicles for cover, and transporting the climbing ladder! One thousand longbow warriors advanced within sixty paces, Aim freely and shoot at the top of the city! After ten rounds of shooting, set up the ladder and let the dead men of the vanguard battalion charge!"

Speaking of this, the black wolf paused for a moment, the wolf-like killing intent reflected on his face, which was daunting.

"Remember! Those who retreat from the vanguard, die, die, die! The warrior who climbs to the top of the city first will be promoted to the third-level warrior, until the military aristocracy! After the attack on the important town of Water Valley City, the entire army will wash the city for two days, and the pioneers will be rewarded as much as possible!"