April is the hope before spring plowing, and spring is spreading across the fields. In the northeast of the Yucatan Peninsula, the Kingdom Expedition Fleet is stopping at Ekab Harbor. Everyone repaired the ship, raised their spirits, and prepared to cross the sea to the Cuban Snake Island. On the Mexican plateau, tens of thousands of Totonac captives were being escorted by the warriors of the alliance, all the way to the southwest, and came to farm outside the city of Shuigu.

The wind was blowing, and along the way the captives came, four hundred miles eastward from Shuigu City, they came to the source of many captives. In this fertile land of mountains and forests, there are many villages, abundant water sources, farmland all over the fields, and the western important town of the Totonak people, Wushan City.

At this moment, the Eight Thousand Feather Goose Legion was stationed on the 400-mile long road, transporting prisoners, covering the grain road, and arresting the tribal people along the way. Thousands of kingdom warriors are the sharp edge of the army, and they are scattered around Wushan City to capture prisoners. They formed a team of hundreds of people, broke through villages and towns, and captured young men and women everywhere as prisoners. As for the Black Wolf Toltek, he is personally leading the 4,000 Guajili Legion, the 4,000 Misterk Battalion, and the 1,000 Guards Artillery Battalion to besiege the crumbling Wushan City.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ten Sun Condor cannons were deployed outside Wushan City, sending out roaring thunder! The stone bullets flew up, fiercely bombarding the walls of Wushan City, like a giant beast throwing stones. From time to time, sharp stone bombs smashed through the wooden shields, shattered a jet of wooden blades on the top of the city, and brought up a large cloud of blood mist.

"Feathered Serpent God! Save your people!"

"I beg you, please lower your divine power to fight against the volcanic demons in the west!"

Cries all over the sky sounded from the top of Wushan City, accompanied by desperate wailing. The lord of the Five Mountains, Xalapa, a descendant of the Totonac god, was pale and trembling. He stared at the terrifying copper beast bombarded outside the city, and felt that the doomsday was just around the corner.

"What on earth is this?! How did the evil Aztecs harness such majestic power? Is it really the evil power of the volcanic demon, as the fleeing Tlaxcala nobleman said? Knowing so..."

The face of the god-born Shalapa was already full of remorse. There are five hills around Wushan City. Although the city wall is low, the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. He once thought that this is a strong city that is difficult to capture!

In fact, for more than a month before, the Aztec legion only besieged Wushan City, looting everywhere, and never forcibly attacked. He was also patient, waiting for the powerful enemy in the field to retreat when the food was exhausted. Unexpectedly, what he was waiting for was Thunder's golden copper beast!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ten bronze beasts lined up, let out a shocking roar, and shot stone bullets that destroyed everything. This bombardment lasted only a few days, and the 6,000 warriors and militiamen at the top of the city were all terrified. They witnessed with their own eyes the stone bullets shot across the city, pulling out screams of blood mist. They couldn't understand it, and they only regarded it as the divine power and thunder of the **** of war, feeling irresistible despair in their hearts.

"If I knew this, I might as well hand over the 15,000 Tlaxcala tribes that I accepted, and then hand over another 5,000 young men...Hold down and be small, and ask the arrogant Aztecs to retreat!"

The god-born Shalapa clenched his teeth, his heart full of anger, unwillingness and fear. A few months ago, the Aztec legion raided the border, plundered several Totonac villages, and fought with the scout warriors from Wushan City, causing mutual casualties. Then, he sent an envoy to ask the nominal suzerain, "Why do you want to attack the obedient village of Totonak?" The reply from the envoy was a condition that he could not accept at that time.

"Alliance gods fight eastward, to completely wipe out the descendants of the Tlaxcala people! Wushan City dares to accept the Tlaxcala tribe who fled east, and must be severely punished! You will be given ten days to hand over 20,000 Tlaxcala Kara people! If there is a shortage, make up for it with Totonak Dingzhuang!"

Hand over a full 20,000 young and strong tribes! Wushan City has only 130,000 to 40,000 tribes, and even if it accepts 10,000 to 20,000 Tlaxcala young adults, it will only have 150,000 to 60,000 people. Handing over one-eighth at once, most of them are young and strong, the leaders of various ministries, and the noble priests in the city are completely unacceptable! And in just ten days, everyone couldn't reach a compromise on the loss of interests. Therefore, there is no doubt that Wushan City did not agree or refuse, but only wanted to delay.

However, the Aztec legion was ready to go, without delay for a moment! Ten days later, Black Wolf Toltek personally led an assembled army of tens of thousands into the hinterland of Wushan City. He personally commanded the vanguard, broke through several obstructing camps in a row, and went straight to Wushan City regardless of his care! And from receiving the ultimatum to the appearance of the Aztec battle flag, it was only twenty days!

"Damn Aztecs! They planned it long ago, they are just like greedy jaguars! They just ate the powerful Tlaxcala Alliance, and they looked towards the east with their red eyes! At this time, Toto The leaders of the Naq states are probably still arguing with each other and arguing over how much troops to send. Waiting for them to mobilize and gather, it will take another month to arrive... I am afraid that Wushan City has already fallen! And I also want to board the Great Temple Top, go to the Sacrifice Stone..."

Thinking of this, the god-born Xia Lapaya trembled and sweated. He clearly knew what would happen to him, as the most honorable god-born leader in the city, if the city was captured and captured by the Aztecs! He gritted his teeth, bit his lips, thought for a moment, and then hurriedly shouted to the guard.

"Come on! Come on! Take out the property from my palace warehouse and give it to the warriors defending the city to boost morale! Then invite the feathered snake priest to come and hold a ceremony at the top of the city to calm people's hearts and summon the power of the feathered snake... "

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp rain of arrows suddenly struck from below the city, bringing the roar of death. The god-born Sharapa's knees softened, and he squatted down immediately, and the bronze arrow shot through his head.

"The Feathered Serpent God bless me! Damn the red-haired barbarian! Damn the barbarian archer!"

The god-born Shalapa gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, then looked up, as expected. Thousands of red-haired hunters, wearing leather armor and bronze armor, holding a big bow, approached under the city. They ran extremely fast, and when they stood still for a while, they shot sharp arrows again and again, suppressing the defenders at the top of the city.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A shrill scream suddenly came from the ear of the **** descendant Shalapa. He turned his head to look, but saw the messenger who had just sent the message, running and showing his figure, was shot directly into the side by an arrow from the red-haired hunters, and fell to the ground powerlessly, dying.

"Damn! Damn!"

The god-born Sharapa cursed angrily. He didn't have time to call another personal guard, the thunder of the giant beast, and came again.

"Boom boom boom!"

Ten flying stone bullets were hitting the top of the city. A stone bomb hit the left side of the god-born Shalapa, crushing three or four guard warriors to death. Another stone shot over his head and into the city, knocking down a thatched hut. Seeing such a concentrated bombardment, the god-born Shalapa finally became convinced that the Mexica were targeting him and wanted to behead him!

"Lord God bless! For the glory of God, kill! Kill them!"

"Kill! Sacrifice the descendants of the gods in the city, and kill the nobles in the city! This is the mission of God War!"

"The head of the regiment said it! The warriors will take all the women's property after breaking Wushan City. He doesn't want it at all! The first battalion to enter the city will transfer all the warriors to the legion and get 20%!"

"Hoho! Siege, siege! Break Wushan City, and be a noble master for a few days!"

"The head of the regiment also said! The Lord God witnessed! The siege wins, the first to reach the head of the battalion, all transfer to the legion and become the main army!"

"Roar! Witnessed by the lord god! Become a regular army, and confer honors for your military achievements! Climb first! Climb first!"

Howling wildly like a wolf came from outside the city, getting closer and closer. The god-born Sharapa squatted under the shield on the top of the city, his face livid. He didn't need to look, as long as he heard the familiar accent of the people in the clouds, he knew that it must be the group of Mixtec soldiers who had worked hard for the Mexica!

In the past few days, he has seen through the tactics of the Mexica. Every time, it was bombarded by copper beasts, suppressed by red-haired hunters, and then thousands of Misterk warriors climbed the city with ladders to fight, wave after wave. The warriors of the Mexica headquarters are in the rear. No matter how brutal the battle at the top of the city was, they did not participate in the **** siege.

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Over the past few days, the warriors in Wushan City suffered thousands of casualties, and the mobilized militia suffered even more casualties, and even collapsed. The morale of the defenders is deteriorating day by day, and I don't know how long they can last.

"Blessed by the Feathered Snake God! For the glory of the God-descendant family, defend Wushan City!"

Shalapa, the descendant of the gods, pursed his lips tightly, watched the city crumbling, and finally dispatched the five hundred family warriors in his hands. These elite warriors roared, wearing leather armor, and fought bravely. They are the last pillars of the city-state, skilled in combat, and their morale is very high. Five hundred family warriors climbed to the top of the city, but after fighting for a moment, they drove off the Mixtec descendants who had climbed to the top of the city.

"Good! Good! It's finally out!"

On the hill, Toltek, the black wolf, was carrying a large banner and laughed heartily as he looked at the surrendered barracks that had been driven off the top of the city. Then, with a stern look on his face, he waved the red flag without hesitation, and ordered loudly.

"Bang the drums! Order the god-blessing throwing team to fight! As long as they survive, they will immediately transfer to the main army and be promoted to the third-level warrior!"

The so-called main army refers to the official army of the kingdom like the Guajili army. The warriors in the legion are conferred with military merits and enjoy various treatment in the kingdom. And under the main army is the surrender.

Hei Lang led the legion to conquer everywhere, and thousands of warriors from various tribes were surrendered. These surrendered soldiers all had experience in battle and had seen blood, so it would be a pity if they were killed in one go. And sending it to the rear to farm is a potential hidden danger. Hei Lang thought about it for a long time, and then thought of the conquest of the Eastern tribes that His Highness mentioned, so he came up with this system.

"The surrendering soldiers first use force to frighten them, and then let them kill their fellow robes or nobles with their own hands, cut off their retreat, and drive them out of the kennel. Then, let them plunder wantonly, attack cities and kill them, and release their hearts. Wolf nature, become a wolf in the wild. A few who are not afraid of death, or who convert to the Lord God, will be selected into the God Blessing Throwing Team, and the rest will form a drop barracks! Finally, give them a way to climb up and let the wolf bleed Fighting, gnawing flesh and bones, and domesticating them into biting wolfdogs!"

Thinking of this, Hei Lang laughed out loud, quite pleased with himself.

"Haha! This set of tactics was researched by me, Hei Lang, and it is omnipotent. The kingdom does not need to spend too much money to have a powerful and fierce siege cannon fodder. The trick is that the leader is famous, fierce and decisive This department is fierce and nimble, fierce and capable of fighting. Only when a tiger drives a wolf can it drive its strength! Well, I have to give this set of tactics a well-known name, and it is called...it is called...Tiger-Wolf Fighting Method!"

"Dongdongdong! Dongdong! Dong!"

Hei Lang was thinking about it, and the fierce battle drums sounded immediately. Amidst the fervent prayers of the war priests, the truly desperate "wolves" had already been dispatched.

"Praise the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God! Ho Ho!"

Fanatical shouts suddenly came from the Mexica army formation, with a will to die. The god-born Sharapa was stunned. Hearing the reputation, he saw hundreds of ferocious Mixtec warriors, holding smoking pottery balls, howling crazily, running towards the low ground like a pack of wolves. the head of the city.

"Praise the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God! Ho Ho!"

The howling "wolves" ran extremely fast, and within a few moments, they were within a hundred steps of the city. Seeing these ferocious warriors coming, the Mixtec soldiers who were fighting at the top of the city suddenly panicked and jumped down the city desperately.

"Huh? This is?"

The god-born Sharapa was stunned. He looked at the warriors holding smoking pottery balls, but they were only wearing light battle clothes and didn't even have a weapon on them. Is this for death?

"Praise the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!

"

The deafening shout came again from under the city wall. Then, there was a fierce warrior with a crazy look climbing up. They climbed up the low city wall, paying no attention to the warriors of Wushan City who were coming to kill them. The first thing they did was to throw the smoking pottery ball into the nearest crowd!

"Hey! I think, where have I heard it... This is, this is?"

The god-born Sharapa frowned, seeing the smoking pottery ball falling not far away. Two personal guards were holding up their shields and cautiously stepped forward to investigate. Perhaps because of his gorgeous battle clothes and the feather crown that symbolizes his identity, there are four or five pottery **** thrown at him. Wisps of green smoke emerged from the rolling pottery ball, bringing the breath of a volcano monster.

"The breath of the volcano monster? Ah? This is it! This is it!"

The god-born Shalapa suddenly woke up. He remembered what the fleeing Tlaxcala nobles had said, and his face instantly turned pale. He felt the boundless fear of imminent death, and even his face twisted.

"A Feathered Serpent God! Don't, don't!..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The sound of the thunder explosion, which was close at Chi Chi, exploded in front of my eyes. The exploding ceramic ball turned into a weapon of death, bringing irresistible impact, fragments and flames. The god-born Sharapa felt pain all over his body, and then felt light again. His consciousness froze in an instant, his eyes went black, and he only felt his body was empty, as if he was flying in the clouds. And after a few breaths, dying tranquility and phantoms appeared in his mind again. The Supreme Feathered Serpent God appeared from the clouds, lowered his three-colored tail feathers, and led the descendants who died in battle to the kingdom of God in the sky.

"I am dead?..."

The last thought circulated in the mind of the god-born Shalapa, and then it was frozen. Half of his upper body, amidst the terrified main gods of the family warriors, flew for a moment, and landed heavily behind the city wall, swaying the bright red of the descendants of the gods.

"Patriarch! Patriarch!"

"God, dead?...God is dead!"

"This is, this is the evil method of the volcanic monster! Even the descendants of the gods can't stop it, how can mortals resist it!..."

"Feathered Serpent God! Save us!"

After the continuous thunderstorms, the city was in a mess, full of chaos and death. The last family warrior suffered heavy casualties, and completely lost the fighting spirit and hope to fight. Mixtek's surrender barracks howled excitedly, and once again rushed forward like wolves, the city was about to be broken! At this moment, the surrendered soldiers were red-eyed, bursting out with boundless killing intent and fighting spirit. They have experienced countless killings and deaths. They are no longer the family dogs of the nobles in the Tehuacan Valley, but the fierce and cruel pack of wolves under the Black Wolf!

"The city has fallen! The city of Wushan has fallen! Aww! Roar!"

A pack of wolves climbed onto the top of the city ~lightnovelpub.net~ howling and entered the city. The desperate cries of tens of thousands of Totonak people resounded throughout the entire Wushan City just before sunset. Blood, death and flames are about to fall with the night. And the black wolf outside the city was full of ambition, and issued a last order to the thousands of armored pro-army.

"The pro-army enters the city in armor, look at this group of wolf dogs, don't be jealous! Take control of the warehouse temple, take the young and strong men and women who were captured, and then take in the surrendered Totonak warriors and add a new batch of wolf cubs! As for the rich Let the wolfhounds vent their anger on the god-born palaces, noble manors, and merchant residences. The whole army looted for ten days, and took away all the property and prisoners! After ten days, set fire to the city!"

The cold and ruthless order was passed down from the mouth of the commander-in-chief of the black wolf, who regarded the bright red everywhere as nothing. Hei Lang narrowed his eyes, looked at the howling and fallen city-state, and shook his head lightly. His gaze turned to the drowsy east in the evening again.

The hills are low in the east, and the stream flows eastward. The terrain goes all the way down, and one hundred and fifty miles to the east is the prosperous seaside lowland, and the coast of Totonac where the kingdom's fleet has docked. It is also the starting point of Cortez's fate, the holy place in the west revered by the Totonac people, the ancient city of Feathered Serpent!