The light of the sun emerges from the sky, reflecting the jungle and the city-states on the coast, and it is another bright spring day. In Jinwan City, the grass and trees are newly sprouting, and the stone carvings are simple and elegant. The towering Sun Temple corresponds to the huge Feathered Serpent Temple, standing together in the center of the city-state. And when the sun reaches its peak, grand prayer ceremonies will be held in front of two sacred temples at the same time!

"The sun **** descended with divine power, and the Feathered Serpent God flew in the sky! The **** thunder of the Aztec demon will lose the power to corrupt the soul under the blessing of the gods!..."

The priests of the city-state lit the raging holy fire and raised the sacred smoke of birds. They recited in the sacred smoke, danced in front of the holy fire, and waved sharp obsidian daggers to sacrifice the chosen human animals.

In addition to the thousands of warriors guarding the city, more than 40,000 Totonac warriors and tribesmen gathered in the square in front of the temple and prayed together. With ignorant expectations, they longed for the coming of divine power to protect the city-state and various ministries and resist the conquest of the Mexica!

"Gods! Please bless your people, bless the Totonak people!..."

Pious shouts resounded all over the city-state, spreading far and wide. The Mexica Legion outside the city also seemed to have awe of the gods, and was shaken by the ceremony of praying to the gods, and postponed the cruel siege. The prayer ceremony in the city became more grand and fanatical. The Totonaks cried out the names of the sun **** and the feathered serpent god, and burst into tears, even cutting their own cheeks.

In this hopeless turmoil and frenzy, the envoys of the chiefs of the Great Sun communicated in a low-key manner, bringing the chiefs of the various ministries to the leader's council on the second day to discuss the evacuation plan.

The prayer ceremony on the second day was still full of hustle and bustle. Many tribal leaders held prayers and praises to the Sun God in the Sun Temple, and they all shed tears piously. Then, when the sun slanted to the west and the praying crowd dispersed, the chiefs of the various ministries, with a few personal guards, went deep into the depths of the Feathered Serpent Temple. There, a discussion about everyone's lives officially started at this moment!

"... Jinwan City has 60 warships, which can carry 400 people. The first batch to be transported away can only be the descendants and warriors of our Jinwan Department!"

The chief of the Great Sun, Qiqini, looked serious. Facing the quarreling chiefs, his words were uncompromising.

"As for the descendants of Rabbit Hill City and Grass Mandala City, they must wait for the second batch of ships to return, or take the warships of other city-states... However, the two distinguished chiefs can go with me!"

"Yes! Witnessed by our ancestors! We only have 40 warships in Zhuiwu City, and we barely transported 300 people away at most. The first batch of people who boarded the ship were all tribe's god-born warriors, and we couldn't squeeze out empty ships... "

The chief of Cone House City Yorzin echoed loudly. He was by the adobe river, and after being defeated by the black wolf's ambush, he fled back to the city-state across the river, and then returned with new tribal warriors. For the jihad called by the holy city, he spared no effort and participated devoutly. It's just that right now it's a matter of life and death, but there is no room for negotiation.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ma Yakun, the chief of Coyote City, Timberwolf, who was also defeated and returned with his troops.

"Wolf, you have more than 50 warships in Coyote City, what do you think?"

"Hey, witnesses from the ancestors! This time I led my troops back, and almost brought all the last warriors in the city-state!"

Timberwolf Ma Yakun sighed, with an indelible sadness on his face.

"Jinwan City can no longer be defended. Next, there are Cone House and Coyote City on the other side of the river. No matter what, I have to bring back the backbone of the tribal warriors... In this way, even if the city-state cannot be defended, the tribe can still Retreat to the interior of the jungle and fight guerrillas with the Mexica in the jungle!"

Hearing this, Teotra, the chief of Carved Stone City, frowned and pursed his lips in silence. He glanced at Ozley, the successor chief of Jihu City ~lightnovelpub.net~ The two nodded slightly, confirming each other's intentions.

If Jinwan City is the first line of fighting against the Mexica, then the two cities of Cone House and Coyote, one to two hundred miles east of the adobe river, are the second line. Three or four hundred miles to the east, there are two big tribes, Carved Stone City and Jihu City, as the third line.

The two of them each led two thousand tribal warriors and traveled more than four hundred li along the coast to help. Now that they want to abandon the city and retreat, the elite backbone of the tribe must be brought back as much as possible! As long as you have a backbone that has been battle-hardened, you can recruit several times the tribe's young men, train day and night, and organize the power to continue to resist!

"Cough! Carved Stone City only has more than 40 warships...God Rabbit Tochina, maybe you can wait for the second batch of ships..."

"That's right! It's the same for us offering sacrifices to Lake City!"

"Damn it! Wait for the second batch of boats? Bullshit! Can the boats come back after you escape? Will the Mexica allow you to come back? This Golden Bay city has no chiefs and descendants, abandoned warriors and How can the tribal people keep guarding!"

The chief of Rabbit Hill City, God Rabbit Tochina gritted his teeth, his face was full of anger. He brought two thousand Rabbit Hill warriors from the depths of the southern jungle, where the Mixtecs bordered, and trekked through the jungle for four hundred miles to help. He was traveling by land, but he didn't have a ship in his hand! And right now, this group of rabbits wants to leave him alone and run away alone!

"Ha! If you leave me behind, I will take the tribal warriors and surrender to the Mexica!"

"God Rabbit Tocina, you actually want to surrender to the brutal Aztecs? You coward!"

Hearing this, Jihu City chief Ozley's eyes turned red instantly. His father, Chief Olo, was attacked and shot dead by the Black Wolf Chief of the Mexica, and he had an inextricable blood feud with the other party. And for him, even if he hit the last person and died in the hands of the Mexica, he would never surrender!