Remember [New] in a second! The heroic singing reverberated throughout the entire barracks, spreading for several miles, causing the spring rain to stop.

The elder Patel, the leader of the Cholula priests, rose slowly from the corner of the camp. He followed in the footsteps of several king's personal guards and walked out of the simple camp. The king's personal guards were all covered with bronze armor, and they made clanking noises when they walked, which attracted Patel to watch carefully and think in his heart.

Afterwards, the passionate singing of the warriors reached the ears of the old priest leader. He couldn't help but stamp his feet slightly, his eyes narrowed like a fox.

"Ah! the **** of war descends from the kingdom of God,

Promise the glory of the Mexica...

Who are the descendants of the gods?

He is the King of the Mexica!

Who are the real warriors?

He is a hero of the Mexica!

..."

Petel pursed his lips and thought for a long time. Afterwards, he let out a long breath, sighed deeply, and regained his calm face.

In the big tent, Avit laughed loudly. He raised his wine glass and shouted to the generals.

"God bless you! Come, drink this cup to the brim, and celebrate our warriors!"

"Bless the Lord God! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the nobles! Congratulations to the warriors!"

Casar bowed slightly, with a respectful smile on his face, saluted the king above him, and toasted the nobles on his left and right. Then, the mountain patriarch Izel also bowed his head, and the second praised.

"The lord **** blesses! The sun **** came to the world and became the supreme king! And under the king's rule, the nobles and warriors of all countries are willing to die for the king regardless of their own lives!"

"Exactly! The Lord God blesses you! Praise the king, and I am willing to die for you!"

No matter what they think in their hearts, the faces of the army commanders of various states are all full of smiles at the moment. They respectfully prayed, saluted the king together, and drank the thin wine in their hands.

"Haha! All members of the alliance, work together. Domination of the world is within sight! At that time, all the generals will be rewarded!"

Avit laughed and drank a glass of fun. Then, he waved his hand boldly, signaling the generals to relax, and then sat cross-legged on the carpet. Not far from outside the tent, Feather Snake City was burning with flames, which had not been extinguished for days. The fire light fell in the king's eyes, like beautiful fireworks, which made him happy.

In early April, the main force of the Northern Route Army began to besiege Feather Snake City, focusing on attacking the flat west and north sides.

More than two dozen trebuchets were made, constantly throwing flaming fireballs. A large group of royal bow warriors put on armor and shot, killing and wounding the elite defenders at the top of the city. Immediately afterwards, teams of city-state militiamen were dispatched to consume the arrows, stones, wood and ash bottles in the city with their lives. The city-state warrior battalions were dispatched one by one to fight fiercely with the enemy at the head of the city.

At the end of April, the first good news came from Shensuoguan. The giant bear Stanley attacked for several months, pinning down the defenders in Wessochinkobang. Then Prince Iscari of the Last Moon joined forces with Prince Tepopolo to lead 4,000 local warriors across the steep Sierra Madre Oriental, break into the hinterland of Wesochinko State, and raid Guancheng from south to north.

The two sides attacked from the north and the south, and the Condor Cannon bombarded them, and only then did they take down the Shensuoguan Fortress Group. Stanley killed or injured more than 2,000 royal warriors, more than 4,000 elite militiamen, killed 7,000 Tlaxcala defenders, and captured more than 10,000 militiamen. Most of the captured militiamen surrendered after being bombarded by the Condor Cannon for many days, fearing the mighty power of the God of War.

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The army fought for several months and suffered heavy casualties before conquering Guancheng. The resolute resistance of the Tlaxcalans and the tragic siege of the Mexica can be seen from this.

In the entire Wesochinko State, there are only about 200,000 people, and they can mobilize 7,000 Tlaxcala warriors and 20,000 to 30,000 strong militias. After this battle, more than half of the Tlaxcala warriors were lost, and nearly half of the young men were also injured. As for the remaining 10,000 defenders, they all gathered in Oak City, the capital of Weso Chinkobang.

After receiving the good news, Avit was excited and shouted "Yes" three times. He ordered the giant bear Stanley to join forces with Prince Iscari and continue to attack southward, clean up all the ministries in Wesochinko State, and then besiege Oak City. Next, the most important thing for Stanley is to send people as soon as possible to transport the six siege weapons, the Sun Condor Cannon, to the Feather Snake City camp!

The Condor cannon is quite heavy, and the mountain road is not easy to pass, and it is still on the road. Instead, the royal warriors escorted several god-born nobles, as well as some banners kept by the gods, and sent them to the camp in time. Avet immediately ordered people to come to the city with the captives and flags, and showed the defenders a good look.

"The western city-state and the southern city-state have all fallen! You have no reinforcements!"

Affected by this, the morale of the defenders dropped significantly. The Feathered Snake City continued to fight day after day, from the beginning of April to the end of the month, and then to this time in early May. Feather Snake City, which has been holding on so hard, finally fell today! So far, of the four core snake cities in Tlaxcala, there are only three that are separated by a few miles and are the horns of each other.

Just now, Avitt counted the casualties of the entire army. After hearing the figures, his heart was also very touched.

The siege of a Feather Snake City resulted in the casualties of 400 royal warriors, more than 3,000 city-state warriors, and 8,000 city-state militiamen. Together, there are twelve thousand people! For the Tlaxcalans, 4,000 warriors died in battle, 500 warriors were captured, and more than 8,000 militiamen died or surrendered. Attacking this fortress, the casualties of the Mexica were almost equal to those of the Tlaxcalans!

"How dare the people of Tlaxcala rely on danger, refuse to surrender, and desperately resist the alliance army!"

Thinking of this, Avitt's face darkened, his heart full of killing intent.

"Since that's the case, completely erase these bow-wielding cloud snake descendants from this place!"

The king drank a few glasses of tequila wine, and his thoughts drifted away. The situation of the three snake cities in the south came into his mind again.

"Forty miles to the southwest of Feathered Snake City, relying on the rolling mountains, are the remaining three snake cities. The southernmost is Okotruko, which is the tree snake city. The tree snake city is the farthest from the mountains, located in On the plains, it should be the easiest to fight. And to the east is tizatlán, Tizatlan, that is, the White Snake City. The White Snake City is surrounded by mountains in the north, and the terrain is relatively high. It is located on the hills, which is more difficult..."

"And the most dangerous and difficult to attack is the head of the four snake cities, the ancestral land of the Tlaxcala people, the unfallen mountain fortress, the tepeticpac-, Tepeticpa-Tlaxcala, the cloud snake city built on the mountain !"

Thinking of Cloud Snake City, Avit's brows kept frowning, almost forming a line. Cloud Snake City is a truly dangerous mountain city. Although its area is not large, it occupies a relative height of two hundred meters. To attack such a mountain city, the samurai have to brave rolling stones and arrows, climb a mountain road of 200 meters~lightnovelpub.net~ and then attack the fortress on the mountain...

"Praise the Lord God of Mexica! The supreme king of Mexica, the holy city of Cholula, and the leader of the priests, Patel, salute you as a descendant of the ancient Toltecs!"

The old Patel opened the tent door and walked into the big tent. The smell of alcohol came to his face, accompanied by the deafening noise of the generals. Patel was scornful in his heart, but his face was full of respect.

"Huh? The priestly leader of the holy city of Cholula?"

Hearing this, all the generals in the big tent fell silent for an instant.

The identity of the leader of the priests in the holy city of Cholula is roughly similar to that of the high priest of the Alliance Priests, and they are both at the apex of theocracy. Of course, although the leader of the priests in Cholula has a noble status, he does not have much real power, and it is difficult for him to interfere with the ministries of the world. And the high priest of the capital city in the lake is actually in charge of half the alliance, and can wipe out the clan with a single word!

"Haha! Priest leader Patel, why did you come so late?"

Avet squinted and gave old Patel a sideways glance. Then, he waved his hand, and with a touch of alcohol, he drank coldly.

"Today is a great joy, and all the generals are having fun together. Come! Come to the middle of the big tent! Dance for me and all the generals to congratulate!"