Dawn is approaching, the bright moon falls into the west mountain, and the morning sun has not risen, it is the darkest time of the day. Torches were lit at the head of Tree Snake City, a bonfire rose outside the Mexica camp, and between the two firelights were the tree snake warriors running in the shadows.

Travito, holding a battle stick, stepped on the shadow of the night, led five hundred elites, and ran fast all the way! They are recharged and prepared for a long time, and the speed of running is so fast. In just a moment, everyone was within two hundred steps outside the camp.

"Drip!...Drip!..."

At this distance, the fire from the Mexican camp was projected, and the raiding team could no longer hide. The patrolling Mexica warrior squad turned pale with shock, and immediately blew a warning snail horn. The shrill sound of the snail horn echoed in the night sky, awakening all the sleeping warriors and militiamen from their sweet dreams and falling into a real nightmare.

"go!"

With a finger of the Travito battle stick, a team of 20 people was divided to attack and kill the patrolling warriors who were warning. Then, the heroic cloud snake hunter kept walking and came to the camp of the Mexica Legion in an instant.

On the outermost edge of the legion camp, there was only a rough fence and a camp gate with a battle flag. Further back, there are open-air grass huts for the city-state militiamen. Hearing the warning snail number, the camp has already started to make noise. Under the firelight in front of the camp gate, the Mexica warriors guarding the gate gathered up quickly. Their faces were full of tension and exhaustion, but they were skillfully holding up their spears, almost without thinking.

Travito glanced at the Mexica warriors at the camp gate and did not choose to charge hard. Not long after the Mexica camped outside the city of Tree Snake, the surrounding fences were hastily built by the militiamen. It looked like a circle, but there were actually flaws everywhere. He circled the camp and ran for dozens of meters when he found a rough wooden fence. Then, with a low voice, he ordered the left and right guards.

"Bring the copper axe and break the fence!"

The two sturdy tree snake warriors immediately raised their axe high, ran out quickly, and chopped down the wooden fence with force. The rest of the warriors took out sisal ropes, tied them to the stakes of the pillars, and dragged them backwards. After a dozen or so breaths, the rough wooden fence was crumbling.

"What a sharp and sturdy axe!... Over the past few years, the weapons of the Mexicans have become better and better, and they are much better than us! Although the warriors of the Cloud Serpent are brave, how much blood will they shed to make up for this? difference?..."

Travito looked complicated and sighed. Afterwards, he pursed his lips, full of killing intent, and waited silently.

The Tlaxcala Valley and the Mexica Valley are actually very close, but they are separated by continuous towering mountains, which are separated from the east and the west of the mountain. There are a large number of trails in the mountains. Although the army cannot pass through, there are smuggled business trips. These sharp bronze axes were purchased by the nobles of the Tree Snake City from the smugglers of the alliance at a high price, and the number was very small.

As for why the controlled materials used by the alliance military will appear in the hands of smugglers? It can only be said that no matter what era, the reselling of military assets will always exist. Severe punishment and sacrifice to the main **** can minimize such corruption, but it cannot be completely avoided.

"Duh! Duh!...Bang!"

The piercing sound of the stake breaking, resounded! The rough fence couldn't stand the chopping and dragging, and finally broke. In the dark night, Travito looked behind the fence, and the panic-stricken city-state militiamen showed fierce smiles like wolves.

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"Follow me, go in! The cloud snake protects us!"

"Blessed by the cloud snake! Kill!"

Travito swung his battle stick and jumped into the gap, killing a young militiaman with two strikes. The five hundred tree snake warriors let out a messy roar, like a pack of wolves, rushing in from the gap.

Those who can participate in the night attack are the elite warriors of Tlaxcala. They were skilled in combat, slashing horizontally and vertically, attacking and killing the city-state militiamen who had just woken up and fled in fear, like a tiger entering a flock of chickens. After a while, someone picked up the burning wood from the bonfire and set fire to the camp without hesitation!

Soon, a large blaze of flames ignited, accompanied by shrill screams. The figure clad in armor swayed in front of the firelight, brutally slaughtering the militiamen. The timing of this fierce night attack was extremely precise, completely beyond the expectations of the Acid Wood Legion!

The entire outer camp was in complete chaos. And the dangerous chaos is spreading in circles, like stones thrown into a pond, splashing blood-colored spray.

"Ah!...enemy! Tlaxcalans!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Run away!"

"Don't run away! Kill me!... uh... **** ho..."

Travito panted heavily, and lowered his blood-stained battle stick, red dripping down. A Mexica village militia leader, blood sprayed from his neck, collapsed at his feet, soaking his shoes.

Behind him, dozens of dumped corpses, and roaring fire. In front of him, dozens of city-state militiamen who were barely clothed, like terrified turkeys, were fleeing in a panic, even throwing away all their weapons.

"Haha! The Mexica militia on the periphery, although there are thousands of people, are vulnerable!"

Travito looked around, his eyes fierce and sharp, and a smile on the corner of his mouth. In just a quarter or two, he had already killed ten people in a row, and was about to kill the outer camp where the militiamen gathered, and came to the inner warrior camp. After the city-state militia collapsed, most of them fled in all directions, but they did not make much impact on the inner warrior camp.

"Thousands of acid wood warriors in the inner layer are the targets of this night attack!"

The cloud snake hunter looked solemn, and after looking at it for a moment, he waved his stick and continued to kill the inner layer.

The inner warrior camp is obviously much tighter. The tents were scattered at intervals, and the flags of the city-state nobles fluttered in front of the tents. As for the warriors of each clan, some were scattered in the night attack, while the other group moved closer to the nobles directly under their respective families, forming a noble battle group of varying numbers.

"Bah!..."

Travito slashed fiercely, breaking the cotton armor of the noble in front of him, slashing terrifying wounds, and spraying splashing warmth. A middle-aged Mexican nobleman died in battle under the red tree banner inherited by his family! Then, Travito threw away the frayed battle stick, stretched out his hands, held the other party's blood-stained family flag, and folded it hard.

"Katcha!...Bang!"

The flag of the mangrove fell into a pool of blood, dyed even brighter. A hereditary noble with dozens of warriors was removed in the brutal night attack, and the elite tree snake warriors also lost more than ten people. Travito took off the longbow from his back, with a hatchet and arrows attached to his waist, and rested for a while. While breathing heavily, he recovered his rapidly depleted physical strength, while squinting his eyes, observing the surrounding battle situation.

After a few moments of fighting, the Mexica militia completely disintegrated, but the warriors gradually recovered from the chaos. They organized, formed a team near the nearest, and fought with the raiding samurai samurai. The two sides slashed at each other and fought close to each other, and life and death were in one blow. Every now and then a samurai howl of wounded, or died silently. By his side, most of the five hundred tree snake warriors scattered, I don't know how much they were damaged, and only a hundred people were still following.

"There is a separation of tens of meters between the outer and inner layers of the Mexica camp. The fire on the outer side can't burn the inner layer for a while..."

Travito frowned, thinking to himself. By the burning light, he looked towards the fiercely fighting camp, looking for a real worthwhile target.

"The militia is like a leaf, and it can't be killed at all. A warrior is like a branch, and it takes a lot of effort to break it... But the key to true dignity is the backbone of the core pillar, the glorious noble who commanded the legion, and the leader of the Mexicans! ..he's there!"

The cloud snake hunter looked for a moment, and finally found the highest banner! The location of the flag is behind the center of the camp, only two hundred steps away from here. And hundreds of elite acid wood samurai, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was coming from the surrounding tents and hurriedly gathered under the banner.

"Blessed by the cloud snake! The tree snake warriors, follow me to kill and dedicate the commander of the Mexicans to the supreme god!"

Travito let out a low roar, then he held the longbow in one hand and swung the copper axe in the other, and charged fiercely.

"Blessed by the cloud snake, dedicated to the gods!"

The surrounding tree snake warriors were red-eyed and roared, following in Travito's footsteps and slaying the tallest acid wood banner.

A bonfire was lit under the banner, illuminating the faces of everyone. The older Sourwood Corps commander Yotico looked gloomy, like a cloud in the rainy season. Wearing a gorgeous armor and a light leather hat, he stood in front of the bonfire and watched the tragic situation in the camp from afar.

"Damn King Avit! Use the siege to consume the samurai of the Acidwood Legion, and force me to besiege the city here, without giving me enough troops!..."

In the face of the unexpected night attack from the Tlaxcalans, Yotico was furious. In his heart there is both the pain of the legion's loss and the resentment of the king. But the most important thing right now is to gather the warriors of the city-state, get rid of the chaotic fighting situation, and form a tight and stable battle formation!

Thinking of this, Yotico raised the scepter in his hand and shouted sharply.

"Lord God witness! Brave sour wood warriors, don't panic, don't mess up! I'm standing here, all move closer to my flag! Put up your spears, raise your battle sticks, form battle formations, and kill the night raiders. The Tlaxcalans..."

"Whoosh!"

The head of the acid wood army has his beard and hair open, and is shouting loudly. A sharp copper arrow struck like an electric light! The lightning flashed across the drowsy night, shot from dozens of steps away, and shot him in the chest in an instant! Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!