The setting sun sets on the high-rise buildings, reflecting golden silhouettes, outlining the hero's tragic end. The strong wind blows the flags, making a "clattering" sound, like the footsteps of approaching death.
"Crocodile" noble Osipi stood upstairs, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was heaving. He stared towards the west, watching the flags of gods and nobles fall one after another, and listened to the fierce sound of fighting in the distance approaching quickly, but again
No troops can be sent to stop it. At this moment, the fall of the fortress is a foregone conclusion!
Even though he was well prepared, the Northern Marshal still felt desperate and cried out in pain.
"Such a strong fortress, in my hands, only lasted for two months! There is no such strong city in the south, and the capital's military strength is completely empty. Is the kingdom destined to perish?!..."
"Master! The west gate has fallen and the situation is not good. Please let us escort you to retreat first!"
A family warrior, covered in blood, rushed back from the western front line and fell directly at the feet of Ospai, shouting anxiously.
"Escape? Where to escape?! The 'Crocodile' fiefdom has been inherited here, and there is no place for it in the capital. The gods and ancestors are watching me! I have already made a promise, and I swear to live and die with the fortress!"
At this point, the "Crocodile" nobleman suddenly became excited. He couldn't help but pull out the copper ax from his waist, stared outside the southern city, and slashed at the Mexica's "Black Wolf" flag with force, and kept saying:
Cursing.
"Death! Die! When I chased you on the river that day, I should have killed you and cut you into several pieces!..."
Osipai looked ferocious and cursed for only a moment before another family warrior rushed over, shedding blood along the way.
"Master! The Mexicans have surrounded this place and are about to attack!"
Through the attic, the "crocodile" nobleman looked down, where fanatical enemy warriors surrounded the upper floors. A young warrior leader set up a bow and fired an arrow, accurately shooting his own bodyguard, and the air was full of blood.
smell.
"Go to hell!" Osipai took out his long bow, nocked it and fired an arrow. His hands were shaking violently and he was a little unsteady. This arrow only killed one of the bow-wielding militiamen. When the young warrior downstairs heard the news, he subconsciously
He flashed quickly, showing his extraordinary martial arts. Then, when he looked up, he saw sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, confident and sharp.
"Ah, why do the Mexicans have so many brave men! That's all, I'm determined to die, so why bother killing the brave men!"
The "crocodile" noble suddenly felt weak and his spirits were waning. He threw away the long bow in his hand, held the bronze ax again, stroked the bronze ax surface, and felt the coldness of the tentacles.
"Master, the enemy is attacking! Please be prepared and go to the Kingdom of God fearlessly! We will follow you on the road together!"
The newly appointed family warrior chief lay on the ground and said sincerely.
Ospie nodded. He crossed the copper ax in his hand and placed it on his neck, feeling the sharp tip of the ax and his skin tingling slightly. Then he closed his eyes and shouted loudly.
"For the glory of the gods!"
After a while, the sound of fighting became closer and closer, mixed with the sound of continuous bows and arrows piercing the air, and the continuous screams. The family warrior leader raised his head and looked at the "crocodile" family leader who seemed to be sleeping, and was startled.
He knelt down and persuaded again.
"Master, the enemy has arrived upstairs! Please go to the Kingdom of God calmly! I will sort out the body for you!"
In this quiet moment, Osipai opened his eyes, and scenes from the past came to mind. He succeeded to the throne at a young age and was high-spirited. In his middle age, he fought with great courage... He conquered the Tekos tribe and won a great victory. He defeated Chichime.
The descendants of Cronus, the infinite scenery... and the fire that resisted the Mexica Alliance and suffered a great defeat on the lake... There was a changing reluctance in his eyes, and an infinite sadness on his face.
"For the glory of the kingdom!"
"Crocodile," the nobleman shouted again in a deep voice. The injury on his right arm was still aching, and he seemed a little unable to exert force just now, so he moved the copper ax in his hand to his left arm. Then, the tip of the ax changed direction and approached his neck again.
A moment later, the sound of fierce fighting reached the door, and the wild shouts of the Mexicans could be clearly heard.
"Capture the god-born marshal alive and sacrifice it to the supreme god!"
Then, there was a crisp "click" as the flag was broken.
Looking at the head of the family who was as quiet as a sculpture, the family warrior chief showed despair. He fell on the ground and kowtowed several times.
"Master, the flag has been broken, and the enemy is right in front of you! Please go to the Kingdom of God with dignity! I will go first and die for the family!"
After saying that, the family warrior chief stood up from the ground, turned around resolutely, and went to kill outside the door. Not long after, there was a death cry.
Osipai opened his eyes, took a look, let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes again.
"For the glory of the family!"
This time, he made up his mind and gritted his teeth. As long as he recited a dying poem, the "Crocodile" family would end from now on!
Outside the attic door, "Black Wolf" Toltec smashed the oncoming warrior captain to death with two sticks. Then he looked inside the door and saw the enemy marshal in rich uniform closing his eyes and holding his battle ax horizontally.
To kill oneself.
Out of respect for the warrior's death, Toltec held the battle stick, stopped, and stood solemnly at the door. He was looking forward to the brilliant blooming of the bright red flower, and the beautiful withering of the warrior's life. After a while, the enemy
Marshal Fang still maintained his suicidal posture, but slightly cut some skin with the tip of the ax, leaving a faint blood mark on his neck.
Toltec was stunned for a moment, and then he uttered angry curse words! He rushed forward and slapped the left shoulder of Ospai with the edgeless side of his war stick. "Crocodile!" The nobleman screamed in pain and was knocked down.
On the ground, he dropped the bronze ax in his left hand as if relieved, waiting for the judgment of fate.
"Black Wolf" became angry, slapped Osipai twice with his backhand, and yelled angrily.
"You bluffing rat fish! You pretend to be a hero, but you can't even cut your neck for a long time!"
Osipi groaned in pain, with stars in his eyes and bruises on his face. He had indeed made up his mind, but he just thought that his family, which had been passed down for centuries, was about to perish. His heart was so confused that he could never think of a poem to say when he was about to die.
..
Toltec let out his anger freely, then grabbed the lapel of Ospai's clothes and laughed.
"I, Toltec, captured the enemy marshal alive!"
"Black Wolf" took out the hemp rope from his waist, tied up Ospie like a crocodile, and dragged him directly to the roof. Then, he shook the broken marshal's flag with one hand and pulled Ospie up from the ground with the other.
, yelled with all his strength.
"I, Toltec, captured the enemy marshal alive!"
At the passage under the south city wall, thousands of Tarasco's warriors and militiamen were still resisting desperately, but suddenly they heard a thundering roar from the tall buildings. The defenders above and below the city looked up, only to see the broken "crocodile"
"The flag, and the captured marshal in fine uniform.
At this moment, the resistance of the Tarasco defenders suddenly stopped, and complete despair appeared in their eyes. A moment later, like water falling from a waterfall, bursting out with meaningless shouts, the defenders of the fortress finally collapsed.
!
Dozens of nobles and their guards fled in all directions, heading towards what they thought was the escape route. Hundreds of warriors formed a spear formation and resisted, but were immediately shot to death by the gathered archers. Five thousand militiamen fell to the ground and surrendered, shouting and kneeling down.
beg for mercy!
The long siege lasted for half a day, and the entangled fighting lasted for several moments, but the complete collapse only happened in this moment. After only two moments of collapse, there was no longer any resistance in the city.
A messenger quickly left the city and reported to Shulot loudly.
"Your Highness, Toltec captured the enemy marshal alive! The river mouth fortress has fallen!"
As the sun set, facing the fallen fortress, the young commander laughed heartily. He laughed happily, heartily, and shook the world!
The hearty laughter floated far away, fell in the ears of the guards, and fell in the hearts of the warriors, which also shocked people's hearts.
After half a year of confrontation and two months of siege, the Northern Army of Mexico finally captured the river mouth fortress. This is the strongest and hardest fortress of the Tarasco people, and has never been captured by foreigners. If the army breaks through here, it will be like cooking.
The turkey eggs cracked the eggshells. Next, there is the vast southern shore of Lake Quetseo, which is the soft and weak egg white. There is also the rich Patzcuaro Lake area, which is the most essential egg yolk in the kingdom. A delicious meal is right in front of you!
With a heroic heart, Shulot strode towards the fortress. As soon as he stepped into the fortress, "Black Wolf" Toltec dragged Ospai. At this moment, the "Crocodile" nobleman's hair was disheveled, his face was ashen, and he was full of blood.
It is the embarrassment of being at the end of the road.
"Your Highness, I give you my regards! I, Toltec, offer you the marshal of the enemy army and a great victory in this battle!"
Toltec was in high spirits, knelt on one knee, raised his head and shouted.
The young commander laughed out loud. He took two steps forward, lifted the "Black Wolf" up, and then patted the opponent's shoulder hard.
"Well, you are indeed my Black Wolf! Capturing the enemy marshal alive should be the first achievement in this battle!"
Then, the corners of Shulot's mouth raised, half-smiling. He approached the "crocodile" noble who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the old opponent with a gray face, and smiled with a heartache.
"Ospai, I heard that you once swore an oath to accept Bertard and me as your subordinates?"
The "crocodile" noble's face turned green and red. He raised his head slightly, showing his final toughness.
"Your Highness, kill me if you want. The descendant of the crocodile cannot be humiliated!"
Hearing this, Toltec stood up directly, grabbed the collar of Ospai, and punched the waist under his ribs. The "crocodile" nobleman screamed in pain, and then curled up into a shrimp.
"You rat fish! You've been trying to kill yourself for a long time and you're still here!"
Hearing Toltec's words, Shulot's heart moved. He looked at Osipi's expression again and then said.
"Heilang, drag him around the fortress to scare the surrendering enemy warriors and militiamen! Be careful to save his life!"
Toltec promised solemnly, exerted force in his hands, and dragged Osipi away.
Then, Shulot climbed to the top of the city, looked at the traces of smoke and fire, and then looked at the flames that ignited somewhere in the fortress, and called the veteran Etalik who had been waiting for a long time.
"Etalik, this time you succeeded in breaking the city, but you can only be ranked third! I will keep your contribution in mind. Now, quickly go and pack up the food and grass in the city, send the temple guards to garrison, and then ignite the city
Flame. In addition, another batch of food supplies was allocated from the seizure to appease the Chichimec descendants who suffered heavy casualties.
The army has come hundreds of miles away, and the food route is difficult. Obtaining one load of food from the enemy can reduce the burden of the capital by three loads!"
"Your Highness, you are the future head of the family, and I will obey all your wishes! This battle is a great victory, the red sun is shining in the sky, and your reputation will spread throughout the world!"
Hearing this, Etalik didn't mind and nodded respectfully to accept the order. Then, he sincerely praised him and turned around to get busy.
Shulot nodded slightly, the veteran of the family is always safe. Then, he looked at the passage under the city. Most of the Divine Blessing Legion who arrived first were covered in blood, and the warriors probably suffered heavy casualties.
At this time, these devout Otomi warriors were boiling with murderous intent. They held the talisman of the main god in one hand and the captives on the ground with the other, forcing the Tarasco militiamen to convert. As long as anyone dared to refuse to pray to the main god, they would be
A blow to the head, killing him on the spot.
Seeing the sincere piety of the God's Blessing Legion, Shulot nodded secretly. He thought for a moment and summoned Natalie, whose leather armor was bright red and whose eyes were also red.
"Pious Captain Natalie, the Divine Blessing Legion was the first to attack the fortress. This battle should be regarded as a secondary achievement!"
Natalie closed his eyes and prayed silently for a moment to calm down the emotion of killing. After a moment, he calmly opened his eyes and nodded slowly like a sculpture.
"Thank you for your great love, Your Highness. Praise the Lord God! We captured fortified cities for Him, and we spread glory for Him!"
“Praise the Lord God!”
Shulot paid a solemn greeting and then asked.
"Natalie, the Divine Blessing Legion has suffered a lot of casualties. What reward do you want?"
The young legion commander looked solemn. He thought for a moment and said firmly.
"Please, Your Highness, offer sacrifices to the fallen divine warriors and lead them to the kingdom of God. Please treat your injured legionnaires and place them in the northern wooden castle for recuperation. Finally, please allow us to participate in the conversion ceremony of the Tarascan people and spread the word
The glory of the Lord God!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing these unobtrusive requests, Xiuluo nodded and laughed with satisfaction.
"Okay, the Divine Blessing Legion is my loyal subordinate, and it should be so! You and the priests will light the holy fire first, mix the blood wine, and the conversion ceremony will be held immediately!"
Finally, the young commander looked around. In the mottled fortress, there were damaged buildings, solidified bloodstains, and lying corpses everywhere. The air was full of thick blood, mixed with burning smoke. Only the solid city walls of bluestone,
Still standing at the key Leman Estuary, exerting new defensive power!
Hulot climbed up to the watchtower, and the boiling fortress gradually became quiet. Behind the city wall, Tarasco's militiamen were full of fear and fear, and they knelt down in a sea of people, at least five thousand in number. Inside and outside the city wall, tens of thousands of ink
The Sika warrior occupies a key position, with a bold and murderous expression on his face.
The young commander smiled slightly and raised his arms. Tens of thousands of people raised their arms at the same time, waved their weapons, and gave thunderous cheers. This was the victorious army!
Amidst the thundering cheers, Shulot looked to the south. There were vast rivers and lakes, vast plains, dense villages, and prosperous towns. Going south from Lake Quetseo, past the isolated Huayamo Fortress, there was Taras
The royal capital of Keren!
Thinking of this, the young commander laughed loudly. The road ahead was already smooth! He was filled with excitement and recited loudly, and the guards beside him knelt down to record.
"I came to the lake, I saw the people, I conquered the kingdom!"
At the end of December, the Mexica Northern Route Army captured the river mouth fortress, and the northern line of Tarasco was breached and fell. The army only rested for three days, and Xiulote once again gathered the navy to transport the main force of the Northern Route to Quece.
A massive landing was made on the south bank of Lake Ao.
Tens of thousands of Mexican troops then marched straight in without stopping, while the remaining local militiamen fled. On the first day of the New Year, the Northern Route Army finally arrived at the fortress of Huayamo, entered the Patzcuaro Lake area, and left the copper capital of Qin Congcan.
It was only over a hundred miles away. Such shocking news came, and the Kingdom of Tarasco was completely shaken. Its survival was at stake!
This chapter has been completed!