The fall of Jinwan City and the surrender of the Jinwan tribes and the Eastern Allied Forces marked the end of a long and decisive battle. As the loser of the decisive battle, most of the Western Totonac tribes were defeated and surrendered, while the Eastern Totonac tribes lost most of their elites and could no longer organize a powerful army. Since then, the kingdom's army's expedition to the Totonac seashore has also entered a new stage of conquest!

The stubborn obstacle suddenly disappeared, and the legion of the kingdom continued eastward. Black Wolf Toltek couldn't wait, and personally led the vanguard army of 6,000 warriors to cross the wide adobe river in the captured warboat! He had already received a new king's order to take advantage of the great victory to conquer the two cities of Cone House and Coyote, which were more than a hundred miles away across the river.

The wolf howling of the dog-born warrior echoed in the jungle on the east bank of the river. The village of Totonac along the coast surrendered to the scout's squad with little resistance. Three thousand dog descendants led the way, and the one thousand artillery battalion brought two thousand qinbo ali to the army, transporting heavy copper cannons, and marched towards the city of Cone House in the jungle with difficulty.

And among the vanguard's legion, there are also a group of chiefs who have just converted and have the emblem of the Lord God imprinted on their foreheads. The warship was loaded with warriors and luggage, and passed the swift river. The chief of Cone House City, Yorzin, and the chief of Coyote City, Linlang Ma Yakun, the two chiefs had gray complexions. Under the guard of dog-born warriors, they boarded the east bank of the Adobe River, the very familiar land of East Totonac. At this moment, they stood by the river and looked at each other, staring at the dark red sun hummingbird on each other's foreheads, their expressions were a bit bleak.

"Crossing the big river... is the land of East Totonac..."

Yorzin, the great chief of Cone House City, pursed his lips and looked towards the verdant jungle and swamp in the east. He is familiar with this path, and a hundred miles further east is his tribe and city. In the fight with the Mexica, he returned to the city-state twice, and led the warriors from Cone House City to rescue Jinwan City along this road. However, coming back this time is an unprecedented difficulty, and it can even be said to be a betrayal...

"Wolf, let's go back like this? Take the Mexica legion and persuade the city-state to surrender?"

"What else? Yorzin, do we have any other options?"

Ma Yakun, the chief of the coyote city, raised his head, showing a face that seemed to be crying and smiling. He has long and narrow eyes like a wolf, but he doesn't have the fierce determination like a wolf. Therefore, after being captured by the Mexica, he hesitated again and again and thought about committing suicide several times, but in the end he converted to the Lord God and chose to surrender.

"Of course, you can also use the sacrificial obsidian dagger to smear your own neck like the Great Chief of the Grass Mandala City, Saint Tutraco!"

Hearing the name of Saint Tutrako and thinking of the heroic death of the other party, Great Chief Yorzin gritted his teeth and reached out to touch the dagger at his waist... However, after a while, he lowered his palm weakly and sighed tone.

"Hey! Lord God forgive me! Since we didn't kill ourselves when we took the blood oath... Now, let alone at this time... What's more, Traco's head finally became the head of the black wolf chieftain." collect..."

"Ha! Lord God forgive me!"

Hearing Yorzin's prayer, Timberwolf Ma Yakun raised the corners of his mouth, as if mocking the other party and himself. After a long while, he shook his head, pointed to the tribal army that was landing behind, and said in a low voice.

"Yorzin, in the face of hurricanes and thunder, there is no way to surrender. Look, what are those tribal soldiers transporting?"

Hearing this, Great Chief Yorzin turned his head and looked, trembling in his heart. I saw more than a dozen golden bronze beasts being slowly unloaded from the battleship and placed on a strange wheeled cart. Then, the warriors and militiamen of the brigade, struggling to transport the golden copper beast, went east along the dirt road in the forest. And at the end of this dirt road is Cone House City.

"Bronze Beast of the Mexica, Divine Retribution of Thunder!  …"

The great chief Yorzin murmured, lost his mind for a moment, and then sighed softly.

"With such a divine punishment of thunder, especially that kind of stubby copper beast... the tribes can't stand firm in the city-state! The only way for the seaside tribes is to escape into the depths of the mountains and fight with the Mexica in the forest. Guerrilla!"

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"Exactly! Only by hiding in the deep forest can we resist hurricanes and thunder... However, abandoning the city-state and fields, abandoning the old, the weak, women and children, the price of guerrilla warfare is too high..."

Timberwolf Ma Yakun nodded and responded in a low voice. He looked around, and saw that the dog-born warriors in custody were guarding the outside, talking to the captain of the transport, so he didn't care about this for the time being. In fact, the dog-born warriors came from the wastelands and could not understand the vernacular they deliberately used.

"Yorzin, let me ask you, do you really surrender to the Mexica?"

"Well?"

Hearing this, Great Chief Yorzin was stunned, with some uneasiness on his face. He looked around and looked at the expression of the Timberwolf Ma Yakun before answering in a low voice.

"Timberwolf, before the Mexica came, we were the masters of the city-state, the masters of this land! Now, we are just prisoners, domesticated dogs!..."

"Yeah! Yorzin, the descendant of the Totonaks, how can he easily surrender to the descendants of the plateau like a domestic dog? The priests of the Feathered Serpent said that the Mexica are not even the gods of the plateau descendants, but barbarians from Aztlan!"

"That's right! The warriors from all parts of the seaside will not sincerely serve the barbarians on the plateau! No matter how powerful they are, they don't have the divinity of their ancestors...Only the bloodline of the sun and the giant snake can be compared with them." Inborn, the qualification to rule the land of the sea!..."

The two great chiefs lowered their voices, restrained their excitement, and quickly exchanged views. Until the dog-born warriors had come around, a red-haired hunter was a little impatient, holding a big bow, walking towards the two people by the river. Timberwolf Ma Yakun then lowered his head and hurriedly left a last sentence of advice.

"Yorzin, let's pretend to convert first, obey the Mexica, save the whole family as much as possible, and wait for the next opportunity!...The hurricane will always pass, and the thunder will dissipate. No matter how powerful the Mexica army is , it is absolutely impossible to stay in this thousand-mile jungle forever!..."

"Ah! You are right! Pretending to convert, waiting for the right time...May the Lord God bless us!..."

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Just as the two finished their last sentence, the red-haired hunter Mi Kui came to them with a big bow. With a suspicious expression on his face, he sized up the two chiefs who would bow their heads in obedience, then reached out and patted their cheeks unceremoniously. Then, he widened his eyes and asked in unproficient Mexica.

"Hey! You two, what were you talking about just now? The boss ordered that you must not commit suicide before taking down the city-state! ... If you dare to commit suicide, I will throw your two corpses to the public. In the bottomless volcano and black spring, you will not be able to go to the Kingdom of God after death!"

"Ah! This?... Cruel Mexica!..."

Hearing such a threat, the two great chiefs shivered at the same time. In the common legends of the plateau and seashore, there is a bottomless abyss under the crater, and it is also a place where demons and demons live. And on the coast of Totonac, the unique black spring of petroleum asphalt is also the place where the soul can be corrupted in mythology.

This threat of soul degradation after death is even more terrifying to many seaside warriors and headmen than a knife on their necks!

"Ha! The threats taught by the priests are indeed effective!...However, as a strong warrior, he is afraid of some kind of soul corruption, what a strange seaside tribe!"

Seeing the performance of the two great chiefs, the red-haired hunter Mi Kui raised the corners of his mouth in a sneer.

Sometimes, houndborn in the wasteland are also afraid of the threat after death. But it's not a fallen soul~lightnovelpub.net~ It's just the fear of being eaten by people, unable to return to the divine land... However, in the legend of the wasteland, there is no afterlife, and death is death. Returning to the earth is only a responsibility to the mother **** of the earth. If you really can't go back, there is no way.

"Let's go! Get on the road quickly! Persuade that pointed house city to surrender earlier, and you will have a few hot meals in the camp! You have so many warriors who surrendered, like tens of thousands of turkeys, you are almost killing all the soldiers in the army." The tortillas are finished. The boss is going to take us deep into the jungle, and we can't wait for the supplies later. If there is no food in the city-state, I will have to eat you two!  …”

Amidst the menacing sound of the red-haired hunter, the two former great chiefs staggered

, embark on a familiar journey home. The familiar jungle is verdant, with fresh shoots emerging from the treetops. The spring breeze of March is unwilling to leave, and the spring scenery of April is already in front of us. After the spring plowing in May, comes the long rainy season. And in the height of the rainy season, nothing can be done.

"The Legion of the Mexica is in a hurry to march..."

Great Chief Yorzin trudged through the jungle, his staggering steps gradually calming down. He knew the thick roots of the jungle, and the empty pits of the swamp. He can still tell the direction when he walks among the trees that cover the sky and the sun, and he will not be confused by the green desert.

So, after walking for three days, he had surpassed several teams of dog-born warriors and appeared at the forefront of the vanguard army. But in front of him, the jungle suddenly opened up, and a city-state on a hill appeared in front of everyone. The pointed wooden huts and thatched huts, the thick and short wooden walls and stone walls, the familiar faces and figures...everything is telling him a fact that he must face.

Cone House City has arrived, and his tribe is ahead. Next, is the choice of fate. Death or life depends on his choice and the people in the city-state.

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