The Cangshan Mountains are like the sea, and the White Snake City is located on the hills, standing quietly. The setting sun is like blood, the barracks outside the tree snake city are continuous, and the warriors are noisy. In the big tent of the coach of Mexica, a short assassination has just come to an end.

Shulot was dressed in bronze armor, with a bronze sword across his waist, and his face was calm as he sat on the top of the big tent.

On his left is the shadow guard Naxiu in leather armor and holding a long dagger. On his right is the captain of the guard, Ekat, who is wearing heavy armor and a short shield and copper axe. In front of him, there is a big shield with both hands, the shield guards who are closely protected. The three of them were all vigilant, staring at the door of the big tent, but their bodies were not stained with blood.

At this moment, a pool of warm blood was flowing silently at the entrance of the tent. Xiulote looked at the four or five young female corpses lying down by the tent door, as well as the small and sharp copper needles in the hands of the corpses, shook his head, and sighed faintly.

"A graceful figure, a beautiful posture, a frown and a smile that attracts people's hearts... The noble daughter of the Tlaxcalans, called the messenger, is eager to get close, wants to be an assassin, and lacks combat experience. Phew! They and ...she is a lot worse after all!"

Hearing the words of the king's implied feelings, Naxiu raised her eyebrows slightly. She kept calm, and straightened her chest, revealing a moving arc. Then, she stretched out her hand again and touched the perfectly flat belly under the arc, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

At the entrance of the tent, more than a dozen guards' bronze spears were stained with blood, and their expressions were cold and hard. Several Prepecha physicians were on the assassin's corpse, scrutinizing it. After a while, the senior Prepecha physician Taka stepped forward and replied carefully.

"Your Majesty, the assassins are dead. They only have copper needles smeared with snake venom, and there are no other hidden weapons."

"Snake venom?"

Hearing this, Shulot's expression moved. He looked at the last girl who committed suicide, her pretty face slackened due to paralysis, and even seemed to be smiling, which was obviously the effect of a powerful neurotoxin. Shirot thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.

"Taka, is there an antidote for this poison?"

"Uh!..."

Doctor Taka's heart skipped a beat and immediately fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty...if we know what kind of snake...we can prepare an antidote..."

In other words, if you don't know anything and get poisoned, you're waiting to die.

"Well. The Tlaxcalans claim to be descendants of cloud snakes, and they finally reveal the inheritance of using snake venom. The more such inheritance, the better for the witch doctors of the Alliance!... Take it away and study it carefully."

Xiulote frowned slightly, and Dandan gave an order. He waved his hand, and soon the tent was calm, leaving only the **** blood. The young king looked in the direction of White Snake Mound City, pondered for a moment, and gave Eckart a stern order.

"Eckart."

"Homeowner!"

"The city of White Snake Hill has been besieged for more than eight months. All support is cut off, and there is no hope. Their situation must be very difficult, so they made a desperate attempt to send assassins, pretending to be messengers to come... I predict the food in the city. Not too much, when you are anxious, you will act prudently.”

Analysing this, Shulot pondered for a while, and then gave a military order.

"Let the warriors run around in the camp, make the appearance of the head of the White Snake City, as if the coach was assassinated and panicked! Then, I will give you two thousand armored guards, and ambushed in the small fortresses around the siege trench. The Kara people are likely to send troops to attack at night... When that time comes, it will be your turn to show your true wisdom and bravery!"

"Yes, Patriarch! Fight for you!"

Eckart got down on one knee and saluted respectfully. Then, he immediately took his personal guard and ran to the outside of the camp to make arrangements. After a while, thousands of warriors outside the camp started shouting loudly. A large piece of running smoke, and anxious shouts, all drifted to the towering White Snake Hill City ten miles away.

Shulot was sitting in the camp, looking at the letters from the kingdom and the alliance. After a while, more than a dozen samurai battalion commanders came anxiously from the outer camps to meet the king. Shirot had a smile on his face, soothing. After confirming that the king was safe, the battalion commanders left in a hurry and made arrangements to lure the enemy.

It was noisy for half a day, and it was a little quiet until late at night. However, the obvious cry reverberated outside the White Snake City, arousing confusion in the hearts of the people.

The moonlight is dim, and the torches are sparse. On the towering hills of White Snake City, a long trench forms a circle. Armored and armed with an axe, Eckart waited patiently at the camps on either side of the trench. It was not until the night was deep that the gate of White Snake City quietly opened.

Two thousand elite white snake warriors, all wearing serpentine leather armor, poured out silently from the city gate, like long snakes crawling fast in the dark night. Afterwards, under the leadership of a samurai with a bow and a stick, they gathered for a little while and ran to the besieged camp with the will to die!

The serpent galloped, and the warrior was silent. The spear flickered, the battle stick drooped. There was indeed a problem in the Mexican camp. In panic, there were obvious loopholes in the defense of the trenches. Hundreds of white snake warriors quickly climbed through the one-man-high ditch. Without any obstruction, they jumped over the camp with excitement and rushed towards the chaotic camp!

Seeing this scene, more than a thousand warriors in the back were all excited. In this era, the elites who can fight at night are always in the minority. In the chaotic darkness, only a quarter of the tens of thousands of warriors of the Mexicans could fight at night. As for the remaining samurai, once they collide at night, they are likely to kill each other and cause a major defeat.

The Tlaxcala warriors of the White Snake City endured hard for months, suffering from the despair of lack of food and helplessness. At this moment, the hope of victory finally appeared in front of them, just like a large bonfire outside the Mexican main camp!

"A large bonfire?!"

The White Snake Warrior Chief Salt, carrying a big bow and a battle stick, ran to the front of the camp. Just ahead, dozens of steps away, a large bonfire lit up almost half of the camp. Salter paused slightly and slowed down. Subconsciously, he had an ominous premonition, which was a keen sense of danger and murderousness that the senior warriors had been fighting for for many years.

"Huh?! This situation doesn't seem right..."

"Blessed by the cloud snake! Kill the Mexicans!"

Those who participated in the night attack were all elite warriors in the city, all with the courage to die. And the night attack charge is here, the success or failure is only a moment, there is no room for turning! Hundreds of white snake warriors raised their battle sticks, and they all burst out with their final shouts, and they went to the camp without stopping.

"Whoosh, whoosh! ... whoosh whoosh! ..."

The final cry was still echoing, and a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot in front of the eyes, bringing the whistling of death!

One thousand guard crossbowmen and two thousand legion archers emerged from behind the camp wall at the same time, and quickly shot deadly bronze arrows at the hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors exposed to the fire. But in an instant, the moaning of dying sounded from outside the camp! The white snake warriors of the brigade, like the kidney beans harvested in autumn, fell down in pieces, and scattered into corpses on the ground. The rich **** smell diffused in an instant, symbolizing the coming of the **** of death.

"Blessed by the Lord! Fight for God! Cut them off and don't let them escape!"

The shooting outside the camp gate was still going on, and more intense shouts of killing suddenly erupted near the ditch behind. The White Snake Warrior Captain Salt fell on the ground and turned back. In the dim light of the fire, he saw the mexican warriors of the brigade, shadowy and shadowy, like a coyote thrown out in the dark, biting on the tail of a long snake. The Mexica coyote showed its sharp "copper claws", which drove the terrified Tlaxcala warriors into complete despair.

"God of the hunt! We...we...were hunted deer, caught in the trap of the Mexica!"

White Snake Warrior Captain Salt gritted his teeth and looked back and forth. He looked at the corpse of his comrade beside him and the figure who fell behind him, his heart was dripping blood. These are the elites of the main force in the city. If they are all buried here, in White Snake City...

"That's it! Maybe there are two thousand less warriors, and the city can last longer!"

Salt lowered his eyes, and his heart was filled with will to die. There were 15,000 people in the city of White Snake Hill, including 4,000 warriors, 6,000 militiamen, 5,000 old and weak women and children, and they kept food for a year. Eight months after the siege, there were less than 11,000 left, and more than six months of food storage. Except for the hundreds of samurai militiamen who died in battle, most of the 4,000 people were sacrificed and slaughtered.

"Their taste... sour and astringent, I don't want to taste any more..."

For the nobles in the city, slaughtering the humble moth people, or even executing their own servants, there is no burden in their hearts. This will not only reduce the number of people who eat, but also increase the food storage. Of course, such reserves were usually given to the samurai to eat. In the same way, if the Mexicans drove the old and weak from outside the city into the city, not only would it not consume the food in the city, but it would be a supplement. The cruelty of this era of war and chaos is unimaginable in the future of peace.

"The city-state is the land under your feet, and the gods are the sky above your head. And the fierce Aztecs are the fire from the west! Now the earth is full of flames, and the sky is full of smoke and dust. I am in the abyss of despair, since If you lose the battle, what else is there to say?... Only one death, dedicated to the gods!"

Amid the bonfires, feathered arrows and screams, the white snake warrior Captain Salt lowered his eyes and recited the last poem of his death, but unfortunately no one heard and recorded it. Then, he took a deep breath, dropped the longbow behind him, clenched his shield and battle stick, let out a roar like a beast, and rushed towards the camp in front of him!

"Whoosh! ... Duh! Duh!"

A feathered arrow came and was blocked by the shield. Then there were a few more, still blocked by the warrior white snake warrior who was good at fighting. He ran extremely fast under his feet, and in a moment, he came to the front of the camp gate and raised the battle stick in his hand. However...

"Hahahaha!..."

More than a dozen armored crossbowmen, wound up, aimed at the warriors in front of the camp at the same time. Then, when the trigger was pulled, more than a dozen sharp crossbows were fired, and at a distance of more than ten steps, they shot the white snake warrior Captain Salt!

"Duh! . . . puff! puff!"

The White Snake Warrior Captain Salterton stood on the spot, like a straw bag being shot through, with uncontrollable pain and a trace of inexplicable relief on his face. The shield on his left arm was missed by the crossbow at close range, and the four feather arrows were deeply pierced into his right body, straight into his chest and lungs.

"...cough...uh...haha!"

After the last cough of blood and laughter, the white snake warrior leader fell to the ground. He looked at the dim night sky with stars and moon, just opened his eyes and died in battle here. At the last moment of his death, he had only one question that he did not want to know, but knew the answer to.

"After I die, who will eat my wife and daughter in White Snake City?"

The fighting outside White Snake City lasted all night. The shadowy fire, and the boiling wailing and shouting continued all night. The White Snake City Lord Tissart stood at the head of the city and looked anxiously out of the city. His heart gradually sank, sinking into the endless darkness, like a nightmare and future that had been doomed.

When the morning sun rose, thousands of murderous Mexica warriors poured out of the camp like a tide, until they came to the White Snake City. Dressed in bronze armor and helmets, they were covered in blood, strode forward coldly, and threw the heads of white snake warriors one after another into the White Snake City. Soon, nearly 2,000 heads were built into a small hill and silently displayed in front of the warriors of the city.

At the head of White Snake City, the warriors and militiamen were dead silent. Even if there is a fortified city that is rare in the world, it cannot bring them any safety and security. This city-state without reinforcements and powerless to break through has no hope of changing its fate.

Soon, a black wolf king's flag marched from behind the army formation of thousands of Mexican warriors until it was erected in the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Shulot was wearing a wolf-headed helmet and heavy bronze armor, holding a huge bamboo-wood composite bow in his hand. This outstanding bow was crafted by Kundili, a bowmaker in the capital of Qin Congcan, who spent several years carefully crafting it. It represents the latest level of military industry in the kingdom. And the range of this big bow is farther than the existing long bow.

Afterwards, Shulot took a few steps forward, and, under the **** of his personal guards, stood outside the White Snake City, looking at the Tlaxcala leader at the head of the city. After a while, he raised his big bow, pointed it towards the city head, pulled it all the way, and shot an arrow!

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow came flying, and in the horrified eyes of the White Snake City Lord Tissat, it shot on the city wall at the bottom of the hill city.

Shirot's face turned red, but fortunately he was covered by a visor. He stretched out his hand again, and made a death declaration in front of the White Snake City Lord Tissart. Then, not caring about the other party's reaction, he turned around and walked away.

"Damn!"

Seeing this scene, White Snake City Lord Tisat's eyes instantly turned red. He was like a desperate gambler who placed the biggest bet, only to find out that the opponent on the other side was out of luck! Then he lost all hope of turning the book, laughed at by his enemies, and declared his doomed death.

"...Damn Salt, can't even identify the trap, what a waste!"

The White Snake City Lord Tissart gritted his teeth, looked at the black wolf's king flag, and went away again. And the Mexica warriors, once again tightened the siege of the trenches, cutting off all roads. The two thousand heads piled up in Jingguan looked at the city head silently, as if sending out an invitation to never return.

"God of hunting! I will offer sacrifices for you! Please bless the pious gods!"

After the anger, deep despair hits his heart. Then, despair turned into piety, and finally into madness. White Snake City Lord Tissart prayed for a moment, then with red eyes, he looked at the family warriors on both sides, and ordered sharply.

"Let the priests hold sacrifices, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com select five hundred sacrifices and offer them to the supreme gods! ... After the gods enjoy it, let the warriors share the gifts of the gods together!"

Using the most sacred language to say the bloodiest words, this is the inheritance of the cloud snake gods. After speaking, Tissart walked down the city head and walked towards the temple in the center of the city. But soon, he remembered something again, turned his head, and said faintly.

"Samurai Chief Salt's night attack failed and he went to the kingdom of God. His wife and daughter are also included in this batch of sacrifices and sacrificed to the gods!..."

The morning sun turned into a setting sun, and the frenzied and confused sacrifice ceremony was held in the city again. The priests sang and danced wildly, sacrificing fresh and humble lives. The samurai and militiamen fell to the ground in prayer, begging the **** of the hunt for the blessings, and calling for miracles that never came. And when the night is vast, a more cruel scene is hidden in the deep darkness.

White Snake City is sturdy and towering, standing on a flat hill of dozens of meters. The night attack failed, and the strength of the defenders in the city was weakened again. However, the Mexicans seem to have no intention of attacking. The long siege continues, and the people alive in the city are in desperate struggle and fall into the abyss of guilt.

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