Overcast clouds blocked the sun, making the sky dark and gloomy. Blood stained the ground, making the city walls dark red and slippery. The shouts of the warriors went up, almost shattering the clouds. And the sound of "rumbling" guns roared at intervals, recording the moment of brutal killing with flames, smoke and life!

"Boom boom boom!..."

The sound of war drums became more and more urgent, like the call of the Lord God. Holding shields in their hands, the Mexica warriors waited patiently more than ten steps below the city wall. And thousands of alliance militiamen braved the arrows and spears from the top of the city to build a high ladder, hooked on the top of the tree snake with difficulty, and were knocked down by the defenders like weeds. They rushed to the flames like moths, using their own lives to consume the lime bottles in the city, just to pave the way for the warriors to attack the Kingdom of God.

"Bless the Lord God! Kill!"

Outside the east city, the royal warrior and vanguard general Moseliki was the first to climb to the top of the city, wearing a bronze middle armor and holding a bronze big axe. As soon as he boarded the city, several stone spears from the militiamen stabbed at him at the same time, hitting the armor on his chest, waist and abdomen.

"jingle bells"!

There was a powerful and crisp impact sound, and another warrior's bronze spear rushed towards him, piercing his head and face with a whistling sound.

Moselaki shook his body, and immediately squatted down slightly to avoid the oncoming copper spear. Then, he took a deep breath, ignored the attack of the stone spear, suddenly raised the big ax in his hand, and fiercely slashed out.

"Shh! Puff! Wow!..."

The huge bronze ax slashed fiercely, cutting through the cotton armor of the tree snake warrior, splitting the fragile body, and then burst out a cloud of blood mist! Almost in the blink of an eye, the Tlaxcala warrior who blocked him was beheaded to death with an axe. Then, Moseloki barely defended, slashing furiously forward. He beheaded four militiamen in a row, clearing a **** gap in the crowded city!

After a while, more than a dozen bronze-armored warriors climbed up, and stood firmly on the head of the snake city here. And several similar gaps appeared one after another on the east wall.

"The armored warrior! The armored warrior! The armored warrior of the Mexica, on board again!"

The Tlaxcala militia at the head of the city shouted in fear and panic. Over the past few days, they have used countless lives to prove that facing the thickly armored warriors on the top of the city, the poorly equipped militiamen, no matter how many there are, cannot resist at all. Only warriors with sharp bronze spears and heavy battle clubs can barely resist it by virtue of numbers.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Cloud snake hunter Trawitt roared repeatedly, leading sixty or seventy tree snake guards, striding forward from the nearby city. The east city is the attack direction of the Mexica royal army, and the most elite five hundred tree snake warriors are deployed here. Their most important task is to guard against the enemy's bronze armored warriors.

You must know that these days, at least a small half of the casualties of the defenders came from the bronze armored warriors who ascended the city. Wearing solid armor and holding big axes and sharp blades, these brave enemies fought like raging brown bears. And to deal with such an enemy, only...

Travert clenched his hands, and with the strength of his shoulders, he carried a huge stone hammer with a wooden handle. The stone hammer weighed more than ten catties, and even with Travert's physical strength, he could only swing it for more than ten minutes at most. Among the tree snake warriors behind him, half were holding heavy wooden shields, and the other half were holding heavy stone hammers.

After a while, they rushed to a gap where the enemy entered the city. Amidst the rain of arrows and the roaring stone bullets, Travert stepped forward quickly, raised the stone hammer high, let out a ferocious roar, and swung it out with precision and force.

"Cloud Serpent Blessing!"

"boom!"

The dull metal impact sound immediately echoed in the city, until the bones of the people were sore. A bronze armored warrior received a heavy blow, his chest was sunken immediately, and blood spewed out of his mouth. With his red eyes wide open, he glanced unwillingly at the Cloud Snake Hunter, then fell down and went to the Kingdom of God in an instant.

"Bang! Bang!"

Dozens of cloud snake guards rushed forward. The shield-wielding warriors wrestled close to the royal bronze armor, while the stone-hammer warriors dealt armor-piercing blows. And the counterattack of the bronze armored warrior also carried the awe-inspiring roar of death. As soon as a stone hammer warrior raised his stone hammer, the sharp bronze ax blade came to him, directly cutting his neck!

The elite warriors on both sides fought resolutely at the top of the city, and life and death were only a moment away. Large swaths of bright red quickly drifted in the wind, reflecting the clouds of the rainy season, like blood-red and magnificent rain.

"Hoo, hoo!"

With the same number of casualties, Trawitt and the tree snake guards smashed a group of bronze armored warriors, and temporarily pushed the enemy's ladder down from the top of the city. He gasped heavily, recovering his rapidly exhausted physical strength, and also watched the situation in other parts of the city.

Soon, he saw the most dangerous gap: dozens of Mexica warriors in heavy armor, led by a big ax warrior, were constantly breaking through the defenders and moving forward!

"Go! For the cloud snake, follow me to kill!"

With a roar, Travert hurried to the gap with the rest of his guards. Soon, the elite warriors from both sides charged together on the narrow city wall. The brave cloud snake hunter is swift and powerful, holding the heavy stone hammer obliquely, and swings it with one blow!

"boom!"

With killing intent on his face, Moseliki brandished a copper ax and violently smashed towards him to meet the oncoming stone hammer. In the Nahua language, the meaning of Moseloki is a desperate berserker who does not defend himself.

"Bang! Bang!"

The copper ax and the stone hammer collided instantly, and there was a loud noise that shook the eardrums. Every blow was fatal. The two warriors held up their weapons and fought each other. But after only three shocking blows, the moment of decisive life and death came!

"Boom!"

Travert was on his knees, completely pale, his fingers trembling. He could barely hold the weapon in his hand, and the heavy stone hammer had broken its wooden handle. There was a long scratch on the cotton armor on his side, and the inner bronze armor was cut off, exposing the slightly cut skin. If it weren't for his snake-like quick steps, and this stripped cloth-faced bronze armor...that blow just now, he would have died on the spot.

"Ahem!..."

Moseloki fell to the ground, his left shoulder collapsed and was smashed with a hammer. And the artery under his collarbone was damaged, and he was bleeding internally rapidly, taking away the rest of his life. The berserk Xiandeng warrior "coughed" his mouth full of bright red, fixedly staring at the enemy who killed him, and spit out the last curse in his life.

"God bless you! The people of Tlaxcala...will die!...Cough! Uh..."

Surrounding the two main generals, the warriors from both sides slaughtered together, hugging and burning each other like firewood. Travert was dragged back several meters by several bodyguards who sacrificed their lives, and after a long delay, he stood up with difficulty. He looked at the big ax warrior on the opposite side, who had already turned into a warm corpse, and was carried off the city wall by two angry bronze armored warriors.

"... Your Majesty the Supreme King! The heroic vanguard general, the hereditary nobleman of the capital in the lake, the eagle warrior Moseloki, just died in battle at the top of the city!"

"Um!"

King Avit's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the bodyguard who reported back, his expression was as cold as ice. Moseliki is a well-known warrior under him, but he didn't expect to be here. The king took a deep look at the dozens of bronze-armored elites who had just retreated outside the east city wall, and pronounced the sentence without emotion.

"Decapitate all the retreating warriors, and put their heads on the spears for public display! Tell the dead dog Qiqimichi, if he can't attack the east wall, he will die there for me!"

"Yes! Follow your will!"

The personal guards were as silent as cicadas, bowed deeply respectfully, and quickly passed the order to leave.

After a while, after a burst of screams, dozens of bleeding heads stood tall in front of the formation. The royal army in front of the battle was silent for an instant. A middle-aged general stood on a high place, shouted loudly, and beat the drums of the charge himself. Then, another thousand bronze-armored warriors burst into high-pitched shouts of killing, and rushed to the city wall for reinforcements!

"Your Majesty the Supreme King! The sour wood warriors of Nancheng have opened a gap in the city wall!"

"oh?!"

Hearing the guard's report, Avet was refreshed. Standing on the hill southeast of Tree Snake City, he happened to be able to see the situation of the East City and the South City. In the middle of the south city, dozens of sour wood warriors had already established themselves at the top of the city. At the beginning, a burly general was wearing a platinum cloth-faced bronze armor, wielding a shield and baton, fighting bravely at the top of the city, invincible to those who blocked him!

"Good! What a brave charge!"

Avitt looked at it for a moment, clapped his hands in admiration. The Tlaxcala warriors in the northern city were obviously not elite enough. They immediately fell into a disadvantage when they met the Sourwood personal guards who were desperate to avenge the army commander.

"Well, what's his name?"

"Your Majesty, he is the most famous warrior in Sourwood City, the family warrior leader of the commander of Yotico's army, Turquoise Tessie Whitt!"

"Oh? Yotico's family warrior chief, Turquoise Tessie Whit?"

Hearing this, an inexplicable light flashed in King Avit's eyes. After a while, he raised his head confidently and made a promise with a big smile.

"Haha, good! Such an elite warrior should serve the royal family! If he can come back alive, he will be promoted to a hereditary nobleman, rewarded with the land of Chinampa, and become the centurion captain of my barracks!"

In the past two years, in addition to the two noble battle groups of the eagle and the jaguar, Avette has selected warriors from various ministries and re-established a thousand-broken-hair guard battalion.

The barracks of the Forbidden Guards are well paid, regardless of their origin. Even the dog descendants of the wilderness can be entered as long as they are brave enough. In this Eastern Expedition, while letting the city-state legions attack the city and consume their strength, he also selected brave warriors from various legions to fill the vacancy in the Forbidden Guard Battalion.

In the eyes of the ambitious king, this barracks of hair-cutting guards belonged to him alone, the most loyal and brave king's pro-army!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"boom!"

Arrows intertwined like rain, and copper cannons roared like giant beasts. After only a few moments of the brutal siege, another layer of corpses was spread on the top and bottom of the city wall, stained with a layer of blood red. Fresh blood blends with old traces, turning into a soul-stirring dark red, deep in the dim sunlight.

After sieging the city for ten days, the two sides fought desperately without hesitating their lives, and the blood was shocking. The casualties of the siege far exceeded the expectations of King Avet and the legion commanders.

Even though the cities in Central America were far simpler than those of the Chinese Empire, and the equipment of the Mexica Alliance was much better, they still paid a huge price in the siege battle. Facing the huge number of Tlaxcala militias, the Alliance Legion can easily defeat them in field battles, but they have to fill up with the lives of warriors when attacking the city!

In the past ten days, the five legions of the alliance lost a total of 4,000 noble warriors and consumed 4,000 trench-filling militiamen. In fact, Tlaxcala is not far away from the alliance, and there are as many militias that can be driven. But to rush into the city thoroughly before the heavy rain comes, you must rely on warriors who are good at fighting!

In order to capture Tree Snake City as soon as possible, Avet ordered the royal army to attack day and night, killing two thousand royal warriors successively! Seven or eight hundred of them were elites wearing bronze armor. The remaining three city-state legions also lost six or seven hundred people each.

As for the Tlaxcalans defending the city, at least two or three thousand tree snake warriors were killed or injured, and there were more than four thousand militiamen. Coupled with the casualties during the night attack, the number of defenders in the city was almost reduced by nearly half.

At this moment, the alliance is attacking the city on all sides at the same time, in order to disperse the defenders' forces as much as possible. Because the king clearly knew that the Tlaxcalans in the Snake City must have reached the limit of their morale and manpower!

"God of Hunting~lightnovelpub.net~ Please bless us!"

Seeing that Nancheng was in a hurry, the tree snake city lord Okote bit his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally waved the command flag in his hand. The last three hundred prepared tree snake warriors shouted the slogan of the gods and were thrown into the south city wall. At this moment, he had no more troops in his hands, so he could only pray to the sky devoutly, praying for the pouring rain, and praying to drive away the enemies who ascended the city as soon as possible!

"Um?"

Avit squinted his eyes and looked at Nancheng's head, a new and cutting-edge Tlaxcala warrior suddenly appeared. These enemy warriors were very brave, and they all wore cloaks with tree and snake patterns, and they drove the sour wood guards who ascended first to the city wall. Seeing this scene, the cruel king laughed happily instead of angry.

"Okay! Very good! This is the time!"

Avit looked excited, and took out a red flag. He waved the flag forward vigorously, and threw it on the ground.

"Wang Ling: Throw the vanguard, attack to the death, and dedicate your life to the Lord God!...The eagle battle group is ready to attack the enemy at any time!"