The heroic singing reverberated throughout the barracks and spread out for miles, causing the spring rain to stop.

The leader of the Cholula priesthood, old Petel, slowly stood up from the corner of the camp. He followed the footsteps of several king's personal guards and walked out of the humble tent. The body of the king's personal guards were all covered with bronze armor, and when they walked, they made a clanging sound, which attracted Peter's careful attention and thought.

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

"Ah! The **** of war descended from the kingdom of God,

Promise Mexican Glory...

Who are the descendants of the gods?

He is the King of the Mexicas!

Who is the real warrior?

He is the hero of the Mexica!

..."

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

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

"Blessed by the Lord! Come, drink this cup and celebrate for our warriors!"

"Blessed by the Lord God! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the nobles! Congratulations to the samurai!"

Casal bowed slightly, with a respectful smile on his face, salutes the king who heads up, and raises his glass to the nobles on the left and right. Then, the mountain patriarch Yzel also lowered his head and praised for the second time.

"Blessed by the Lord God! The sun **** came to the world and became the supreme king! Under the king's rule, the nobles and warriors of all countries are willing to sacrifice their lives and die for the king!"

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

No matter what he was thinking in his heart, the faces of the commanders of the various states were full of smiles at the moment. They prayed respectfully, saluted the king in unison, and drank the wine in their hands.

"Haha! All the alliances are united. Domination of the world is just around the corner! By that time, all the generals will be rewarded!"

Avett laughed and drank his drink. Then, he waved his hand boldly, signaling the generals to relax, and then sat cross-legged directly on the carpet. Not far outside the tent, Feathered Serpent City was burning with fire, and it never went out for days. The light of the fire fell in the eyes of the king, like a beautiful firework, making him happy.

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

More than two dozen trebuchets were made, throwing flaming fireballs constantly. A large group of royal bow warriors shot in armor, killing and wounding the elite defenders of the city head. Immediately afterwards, contingents of city-state militiamen were dispatched to consume the arrows, stones, wood blocks and grey bottles in the city with their lives. The samurai battalions of each city-state were dispatched in turn to fight fiercely with the enemy at the head of the city.

In April, the first good news came from Shensuoguan. Stanley the Bear attacked for months, pinning down the defenders of Wesochenko State. Then, in the last month, Prince Iscali and Prince Tepopolo joined forces to lead 4,000 warriors of this state to cross the steep Eastern Madre Mountains, break into the hinterland of Wesochenko state, and raid Guancheng from south to north.

The two sides attacked from the north and the south, and there was another bombardment of the condor cannon, and then the group of fortresses closed by the gods was taken. Stanley killed 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 were bombarded by Condor Cannons for many days, fearing the mighty power of the God of War, and finally surrendered.

The army fought for several months and suffered heavy casualties before they conquered Guancheng. The firm resistance of the Tlaxcalans and the tragic siege of the Mexica are evident from this.

In the entire Wesochenko state, there are only about 200,000 people, and 7,000 Tlaxcala warriors and 20,000-30,000 Zhuang militia can be mobilized. After this battle, the Tlaxcala warriors lost more than half, and the Ding Zhuangs also lost nearly half. As for the remaining more than 10,000 defenders, they are all gathered in the capital of Wesochenko State, Oak City.

After Avit got the good news, he looked excited and called "OK" three times in a row. He ordered the giant bear Stanley to join forces with Prince Iscali, continue to attack the south, clear all parts of the central Wesochenko state, and then besiege the city of Oak. Then, the most important thing for Stanley is to send someone as soon as possible to transport the six siege weapons, the Sun Eagle Cannon, to the Feathered Serpent City Camp!

The Condor Cannon is quite heavy, and the mountain road is not easy to pass, and it is still on the road. On the contrary, the royal warriors escorted several nobles of the gods, as well as some flags that the gods held, and sent them to the camp in time. Avet immediately sent people to the city with prisoners and flags to show the defenders a good look.

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

Affected by this blow, the morale of the defenders dropped significantly. Feathered Serpent City continued to fight for days, from the beginning of April to the end of the month, and then to this time in the beginning of May. Feathered Serpent City, which has been holding fast, finally fell today! So far, only three of the four core snake cities in Tlaxcala are separated by a few miles and are horns of each other.

Just now, Avit counted the casualties of the entire army. After hearing the numbers, he was also very touched.

The siege of a Feathered Serpent City resulted in casualties of 400 royal warriors, more than 3,000 city-state warriors, and 8,000 city-state militiamen. Together, there are 12,000 people! In Tlaxcala, 4,000 warriors were killed, 500 were captured, and more than 8,000 militiamen died or surrendered. Attacking this fortress, the casualties of the Mexicans are almost equal to those of the Tlaxcalans!

"How dare the Tlaxcalans refuse to surrender and resist the Union army desperately by virtue of the danger!"

Thinking of this, Avit sank his face, and his heart was full of killing intent.

"Since that's the case, completely wipe out these bow-wielding cloud snake descendants!"

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

"Forty miles to the southwest of Feathered Snake City, relying on the rolling hills, there 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 and is located in On the plains, it should be the best to fight. And the east is Tizatlán, Tizatlan, that is, the White Snake City. The White Snake City is located in the north of the mountain, the terrain is higher, and it is located on the hills, which is more difficult..."

"And the most dangerous and difficult to attack ~lightnovelpub.net~ is the head of the four snake cities, the ancestral land of the Tlaxcala, the mountain fortress that never falls, the Tepetícpac-Tex built on the mountain, the Tepetícpac-Tex Lascala, Cloud Snake City!"

Thinking of Cloud Snake City, Avit's brows were constantly wrinkled, almost forming a line. Cloud Snake City is a really dangerous mountain city. Although the area is not large, it occupies a relative height of 200 meters. To attack such a mountain city, the warriors had to brave the rolling stones and arrows, climb a mountain road of 200 meters, and then attack the fortress on the mountain...

"Praise the Lord God of Mexica! The supreme king of Mexica, the holy city of Cholula, the priest leader Petel, as a descendant of the ancient Toltecs, greet you!"

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

"Huh? Priest leader of the holy city of Cholula?"

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

The identity of the priestly leader of the holy city of Cholula is roughly similar to that of the high priest of the alliance priesthood, and both are located at the apex of theocracy. Of course, the priest leaders of Cholula, although they have a high status, do not have much real power, and it is difficult for them to interfere with the various ministries in the world. And the high priest of the capital city in the lake, but really in charge of half of the alliance, can exterminate a clan with a single word!

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

Avett squinted his eyes to glance at the old Patel. Then, he waved his hand and drank coldly with a dash of alcohol.

"Today's great joy, all the generals are happy. Come! And come to the center of the big tent! For me and many generals, dance and congratulate!" Read it for free!