The red sun shines in all directions. You can see the long and narrow seashore and the prosperity of the plateau. You can see the vast and fertile plateau. You can see the dense forests and dense forests. You can also see the light shining in the lake.
The head of the evil spirit arrived at the seaside, causing countless nobles, warriors and tribesmen to watch and let out bursts of exclamations and prayers. The light of the miracle spread the faith, and under the vigorous promotion of the seaside priests, the divine prophecy was revealed.
There is no limit to the height. In the lake capital on the plateau, hundreds of catamaran warships set off from the lake area, transporting grain and grass for a hundred thousand troops to the shore, and then transferred by more than one hundred thousand civilians to the three front lines in the south. Civilians
They traveled five to seven hundred miles, the warriors marched southward, and the priests prayed day and night to appease the hearts of the alliance.
At this moment, the alliance's war machine is operating at its highest level, just to completely conquer the Yunzhong tribes and annex the southern mountains and forests that are almost as vast as the alliance!
"Xulot, my student...the sun has risen! The light is really dazzling!..."
The supreme god king sighed in the camp, fearful and in awe of the divinity of the gods, and could no longer look down from high above. In the mountains and forests of the south, the warriors seemed to be fighting endlessly, for the "divinity" in their hearts, for the
The reward of military merit is fighting with one's life.
"Boom! Boom!..."
Going south from Shenshi City, the roaring mortars bombarded the solid mountain pass fortress, shooting out heavy stone bullets, like thunder falling from the sky. This thunder fell on the cliffs on both sides from time to time, and whenever it hit the city wall, it would emit a
The muffled sound of destroyed masonry. It's just that such a small mountain pass fortress is located on a narrow high place, integrated with the mountain, and built thickly with rocks. It is indeed difficult for this fortress to be destroyed by bombardment from low places, and it requires consumption.
There was too much gunpowder.
"Blessed by the Lord God! Stop the Thunder God's mortar...mount the shield chariot archers and prepare to attack!..."
The commander of the vanguard army, Kua Kehu, had a fierce face. He stood in front of the front-line fortress in person, with a skull flag behind him. He looked up at the stone fortress high up, stared coldly at it for a long time, and issued the order to attack the city.
The royal warriors of the Eastern Route Army pushed the heavy shield cart all the way to a stop in front of the fortress, and then took out their longbows and fired. Then, under the cover of arrow rain, hundreds of city-state warriors held up shields and ladders. They
He rushed to the bottom of the city wall in small steps, put the ladder up to the top of the city, let out a cry of death, and began to climb up. There was not much force to be deployed in front of the narrow mountain pass, and the small north wall of the fortress could not accommodate too many troops.
There were many ladders. Hundreds of people were fighting on both sides, but the cruel appearance was better than the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Blessed by the Lord God! Fight to the death for the Lord God, fight to the death for the King of Gods!..."
"The God King has an order. As long as the Yamaguchi Fortress is conquered, the warriors will be rewarded generously! The warriors of the Lord God who attack the city first, regardless of origin, will be directly promoted to hereditary nobles! The first ten people to climb the city will skip the warrior level and be promoted to the first-level military nobles!
The first hundred people who enter the city will be promoted to three levels of warriors, until they are senior warriors!"
"Roar!!…"
The fanatical Mexica warriors were shouting and screaming as they climbed up the ladder one after another and climbed to the top of the city to fight for their lives. The Mixtec warriors who were holding on were also red-eyed, waving sticks, spears, and fighting.
The Mexicans who arrived first fought hard. The warriors on both sides fought fiercely, and no one had any way out. They screamed and struggled together, falling down the stone wall like rain, and then suddenly became silent and turned into twin red flowers in full bloom.
lotus…
The brutal siege began at noon, and the fighting to the death ended at dusk. All the nobles of the city-state that collapsed were taken into custody by the military judges of the alliance, waiting for the judgment of divine divination. And such a cruel siege lasted for four days, without a trace.
Give the Mixtecs any breathing space!
The 4,000 Mixtec warriors and militia at Yamaguchi Fortress suffered more than 800 casualties in the brutal siege, and almost the same number of Mexica city-state warriors were killed. But at dawn on the fifth day, a thousand royal elites
Led by the brave general Mo Qihui, he finally bypassed the difficult mountain road and suddenly appeared behind the fortress!
The Mexican flag appeared behind the south wall of the Yamaguchi Fortress to completely cut off the retreat from the valley behind. The Mexica's ladder was erected on the north wall of the Yamaguchi Fortress and began a more brutal siege. This
Once, we had to attack from early morning to sunset, and the royal elite in bronze armor had to be the first to attack!
The pressure from the north and the south came at the same time, and the fortress defenders finally couldn't hold on any longer with their last breath. Yun He, the divine descendant of Yunshan City and the leader of the Mixtecs, barely managed to hold on for half a day, and then he led his five hundred core warriors in panic.
Fleeing south, they fled to Yunshan City, a hundred and sixty miles away. Of the more than 2,000 people remaining in the fortress, half fled into the mountains, and the other half surrendered to the warriors who had ascended first. The main force on the east road conquered the mountain pass fortress, and the Yunshan City Valley
Right in the south!
Three hundred miles southwest from Shankou Village is the capital of the Mixtec Alliance, the mountain and river city Huajuapan. The ancient Rain God Pyramid is burning with a sacred fire, and Mixtec priests are offering sacrifices day and night on the pyramid.
, using blood to please the Rain God, and praying for the power of God’s blessing!
Hundreds of thousands of Shanhe City tribes and 80,000 to 90,000 Yangu City tribes were all mobilized. Hundreds of thousands of Mixtec tribes on the seaside also continued to support the north along the narrow Yangu Mountain Road. This
Over the past few years, facing the threat from the Mexica, Chief Yunchen has worked hard, trained warriors, subdued tribes, and through continuous marriages with various coastal tribes, has firmly established himself as the leader of the Mixtec Alliance.
"Blessed by the rain god, witnessed by the ancestors! The evil Mexica people went south on three sides, not sparing any city-state!... This time, they are not asking the Mixtec tribes to bow their heads and pay tribute, but are rushing to completely destroy the God in the Clouds.
Descendants are coming!... The Mixtec tribes are like red leaves in the heavy rain in late autumn, reaching the critical moment of withering and falling... Each tribe must do their best to send warriors and militia to support, otherwise no Descendants will survive!..."
"The ancient ancestors in the clouds continue us. We are the long branches of the same spruce and the fruit of the same spruce... Dear kings of Oaxaca, respected chiefs of the seaside, please see it for the sake of our ancestors.
,Rescue your brother tribes, the trees in the clouds!…”
Chief Yunchen continued to send envoys with the most urgent messages to summon the support of the southern city-states. He also sent two additional envoys to the Oaxaca Valley and the southeastern seaside to seek reinforcements from the Zapotec people.
He himself personally commanded 16,000 Mixtec warriors and the same number of conscripted militiamen, and set up a company camp in Hongtu Village northwest of Shanhe City to confront the alliance's middle army camp.
The alliance's middle army was led by Stanley the Giant Bear and was also 30,000 strong. However, Chief Yunchen was not sure of a decisive battle. He did not dare to retreat in front of the enemy, let alone press all the troops and move forward.
Take a shot!
He could only continue to send guerrilla squads of hundreds of people to harass the central route army's food roads and back roads, hoping to drag them until the rainy season when transporting food was difficult and the roads were muddy, until the Mexicans ran out of food and retreated. Or, he could gather more warriors and fight with them.
Militiamen, waiting for the opportunity for a decisive battle! As for Yunshan City further east, he can only believe in the dangerous terrain of this mountain city, the solid defense of the stone wall, and the Zapotec reinforcements in the east...
From the two camps of 60,000 regiments confronting each other, we went more than 300 miles to the southwest, crossed the rugged mountains, and arrived at the tributary of the raging Talsas River, which is Oak Valley City on the riverside. At this moment, Marshal Casal
The 20,000 to 30,000 West Route Army troops under his leadership have completely surrounded the Oak Valley City near the river and are fully prepared to attack the city!
In the past half month, while the Western Route Army set up camp and built trebuchets for siege, they also raided the surrounding valley tribes and captured Ding Zhuang as a pioneer in siege and filling trenches. The alliance's siege mortars were very numerous.
It was limited, and it was too heavy in the difficult and narrow paths of the mountains and forests... At least that's what the female snake Gillim told Kasar, and all the siege mortars were indeed sent to the main force of the God King's east route.
Therefore, Cassar's Western Route Army did not have heavy siege mortars, and the progress southward was quite slow. But at this time, the Oak Valley City they faced also only had a simple city wall six or seven meters high.
, and had already lost a large number of tribal warriors when supporting Yeguo City. This empty lowland Mixtec city-state had completely lost its ability to fight in the field, and could only barely recruit tens of thousands of men, and among the two thousand tribes
With the support of the samurai, he defended.
The city was surrounded on all sides, with Mexica camps stretching for miles, and the flags of the two warrior regiments were flying outside the city. The Mixtec descendants of Oak Valley stood on the city wall, looking at the besieged Mexica army and looking at the being cut down.
The sacred oak trees that fell down and were built into ladders showed sadness on their faces. At this moment, the gods and nobles all felt the coming of doom and the omen of death. They lit the sacred smoke and danced the tribe's ancestor worship dance.
Sing the praises of the rain god in the clouds, and also sing the destined doom and death.
"Ancestors in the clouds, see the rain god above the clouds! We, under the clouds, walk towards the depths of the sea of clouds... The heroic spirits of our ancestors opened their eyes and shook their heads at us. This sacred tree in the clouds has long been inhabited.
Filled with the dead, even the souls of the gods could only fall into the sea of blood and into the underground abyss where the rain melted!... And the Rain God finally spoke, saying that the end of this era is coming today!
My descendants, throw yourself into the river and sacrifice your blood... You need to cry like a river and die, and let the sacred river of blood dye the last mountain forest in the clouds red!..."
"God bless you! Fire the paper fireball filled with poisonous smoke!..."
"Boom! Buzz! Boom!..."
Hundreds of people let go of the ropes, and more than twenty fireballs roared away, shooting towards the Mixtec city-state. Soon, large plumes of thick smoke rose in the city-state, and large huts were ignited by the splashing flames.
The Mexican warriors drove the captured men away, destroyed the fences outside the city, filled the dug earth pits, and cleared the road to attack the city. More warriors were fighting beside the ladders used to attack the city.
Prayer before.
"Praise the Lord God! We fight for the Lord God and die for the Lord God! After our death, we will ascend to the peaceful Kingdom of God, and then fall down and turn into chirping red sparrows, flying in the mountains and forests of the Lord God!..."
Panic shouts rang out from the city, and devout prayers echoed outside the city. Conquest and fighting were about to begin again, but how long could the Mixtecs continue to struggle?
The mountain forests in the clouds burned with black smoke, and the beautiful cardinals chirped happily. The long river of Talsas flowed turbulently, passing through the twists and turns of the mountain rivers, heading to the lower reaches of the long river in the west... until one thousand three hundred miles away, the kingdom prospered.
The Purple Grass City in Fusheng and the sparkling Atoyak Lake.
The calm lake surface was dyed with the red glow of the setting sun, and the shuttle boats brought goods and hope. And a strange-looking square-headed ship, hung with two large and long sails, was moving lightly through the lake, attracting many people.
The tribesmen looked curiously. When they saw the two flags on the bow of the ship, and saw the main god and the birds in the divine place of enlightenment, they all bowed their heads and saluted, and recited the names of the gods devoutly.
“Praise the Lord God Huitziloppo! Praise the bird priest who can make the fields abundant!…”
The mysterious ship changes its direction of sail, and with the help of the wind, no sailors can be seen at all, but it is faster than the rowing ship. And if you look carefully, there are only a few people on the ship, except for the priests of the Temple of God.
, there were only three old men in different clothes. One old man had a strong physique and held a shaman's scepter in his hand, which was like a "big stick". An old man held a grass stem in his mouth and squatted on the bow of the boat in an indistinct manner, looking at it in surprise.
The sailboat "flyed". The last old man adjusted the sail, with a happy smile on his face, but also a little timid, holding on to the "golden talisman" of the Lord God.
This chapter has been completed!