Arrows flew and the captain fell to the ground. In an instant, there was a shocked silence under the banner. After a few breaths, the surrounding Sourwood guards hurriedly rushed towards them, with despair and fear on their faces, and shouted in disbelief.
.
"Master!"
"Legion Commander!"
Seeing the fallen Yotiko, Turquoise Tesiwhit's expression changed drastically. He directly abandoned the Cloud Snake Hunter, turned around, and ran towards the big flag.
Travito's face showed surprise. He widened his eyes, trying to find the warrior who shot the enemy with arrows. However, the firelight was blurry and the figures were swaying in confusion, but he could not distinguish them at all.
"Who is it? He was able to kill the commander of the Mexican Army and achieve such a great feat!"
"Such a superb shot must be a famous hunter in our Tree Snake City!"
Izzy looked at it for a moment, but found nothing. But a night attack, with such military exploits, was enough to explain to the city lord.
"Travito, stop looking! Let's leave quickly while the Mexica lose their leader! When we retreat to the city, we will ask the warriors who went out to fight, and reward the hunter who has made great achievements!"
"Um...Izzy..."
Travito clenched the copper ax in his hand and looked at Izzy beside him, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"The leader of Mexica died in battle, and the warriors lost their commander. If they continue to charge for a while..."
"...It's too late! If we had shot the opponent's leader two quarters of an hour earlier, we might still have a chance."
Izzy thought for a moment and shook his head. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the noble flags with different family crests surrounding the sour wood flag.
"It's getting daylight, and these Mexica noble battle groups are slowly restoring order. We have too few people, and without the cover of night, we can't defeat them! ... Let's go quickly!"
"Two quarters of an hour early..."
Travito raised his head unwillingly and looked under the chaotic banner. If that warrior could shoot the enemy leader earlier, he would have a chance to completely defeat the Mexican Legion! At this moment...
"Hey! Let's go!"
The cloud snake hunter sighed, turned and left. He did not look back, and hurriedly retreated outside the camp with dozens of remaining tree snake warriors. The nearby noble battle groups held fast to their respective flags and killed the scattered trees.
Snake warrior, but no one took the initiative to pursue him.
At the same time, the place where the hidden arrows really hit. A lean figure carried a long bow on his back, swayed in his steps, and disappeared in the chaos of fighting. In the direction he went, there was a flag second only to the sour wood flag.
There was a tall cedar tree painted on the flag, with a red cloud on the treetop. The red cloud shrouded the tree, like a blood-red eye, quietly watching everything that happened under the moonlight night and dawn.
A few quarters of an hour later, Travito led the warriors who attacked at night, detoured through the south gate, and finally returned to Tree Snake City. On the way back, some tree snake warriors who had not yet been killed and fainted joined his team one after another. But what really happened was that
Back in the city, after a quick count, out of the five hundred tree snake warriors who attacked at night, only a hundred or so were left.
More than 70% of the night attack elites were either killed on the spot, or were scattered throughout the Mexica military camp. When it gets dark, the only destination for these warriors in the enemy camp is to go to the Kingdom of Cloud Snake. In this era
The night attack and fighting was so brutal!
The Lord of Okote City stood at the top of the city, looking at the fire outside the city, and waited for the whole night. When the morning sun rose and the sky was bright, Travito appeared in front of him again, and he knelt down with a bang.
"Lord of the City! Travito, I have lived up to your expectations! ...Blessed by the cloud snake! We penetrated the enemy camp, killed the Mexica commander, and came back!"
The cloak on the Cloud Snake Hunter's body had been dyed red by blood. His gorgeous battle suit was also full of holes and badly damaged. However, when he held his head high and raised his chest, he confidently reported back to the tree snake city.
The crowded heads became silent.
"Okay! Very good! Travito, my warrior, you are the real warrior, the sacred hunter blessed by the cloud snake!...Haha!"
The Lord of Okote City looked happy and laughed loudly. He looked around and saw the excited expressions of the warriors in the city. He pondered for a moment and then announced loudly.
"The great victory in the night attack is the victory given to us by the Cloud Serpent! As the leader, Travitt received divine grace and was promoted to a hereditary noble! The deputy leader Izzy fought bravely and was also promoted to a hereditary noble! And the warrior who killed the enemy leader also became a hereditary noble.
Want to be promoted to a noble! As for the other returning warriors, everyone will be rewarded..."
Then, Okote paused. He turned his head and looked at the heroic cloud snake hunter for a moment before making up his mind to once again inspire the morale of the soldiers in the city.
"From today on, Travit is my son-in-law, the divine descendant of the Cloud Snake! I will marry my youngest daughter to him!...The Cloud Snake protects us, and the Tree Snake City is as unbreakable as a towering sacred mountain!"
"Blessed by cloud snakes, as stable as a sacred mountain!"
The passionate shouts rang out at the top of Tree Snake City, bringing with it the Tlaxcala people's fighting spirit to fight to the end. Later, Travito and Itz searched for the night attack team, but could not find the hunter who had made a great contribution.
He was probably trapped in the Mexican military camp, with no chance of escape.
A few miles away, the Sourwood Camp was fighting for its rest. The Tlaxcala warriors scattered in the camp were killed, and their bodies were piled up and sacrificed to the supreme god. The nobles closed the camp, and the four thousand militiamen lost thousands.
, and the rest all collapsed. And more than 3,000 city-state warriors also lost a thousand casualties in the melee of the night attack. It was really a heavy casualty.
The noble flags of the alliance were broken and fluttering, and the camp was filled with gloom and gloom. There was a cry. Among those chaotic cries, there were heart-wrenching sincerity, some hypocrisy of crying without tears, and even more impatient ones.
Half-hearted.
Two days later, King Avit received the news and led an army of 30,000 people to the city of Tree Snake. With a solemn expression and an expressionless face, he immediately went to the camp and inspected the body of Jodiko. The once unruly and glorious nobleman, at this moment
Lying quietly on the wooden collapse, he was wearing solid bronze armor, but his neck was covered with blood stains that could not be healed.
Looking at this scene, Avitt pursed his lips and was silent for a while before speaking solemnly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "...The glorious nobleman Jotiko died on the battlefield, which was a glorious death of a warrior. Under the guidance of the Lord God, he went to the red
Kingdom, enjoy peace and beauty forever!...Blessed by the Lord God!"
Upon hearing this, all the generals bowed their heads and paid their respects to the highest-ranking commander of the alliance who had been killed since the Eastern Expedition.
"The Lord God bless you! May you enjoy happiness forever!..."
Avitt lowered his eyes, with deep sadness on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the nobles in the Sourwood Legion. The king's eyes lingered on the middle-aged nobles at the front for a while.
, ordered in a deep voice.
"From today on, the Sourwood Legion will be taken over by the glorious nobleman, Spruce Clan Chief Xochikalo!"
Upon hearing this appointment, the Sourwood nobles looked at each other. Although they were a little surprised, no one objected. Jotiko's eldest son was not in the army, so the Spruce Clan leader Xochikalo was indeed the most suitable candidate to take over.
He is one of his own people in the city-state.
In the Nahua language, "Xochikalo" means a flowering fruit tree. And "Yotico" means a tree in the sour fruit forest. Just from the names, you can know that the two
There is a close blood relationship between them. In fact, Xochicaro is the cousin of Jotiko's co-grandfather, and he is also one of the great nobles in Sourwood City, second only to Jotico.
Hearing this, the leader of the Spruce tribe, Huochikalo, put away the sadness on his face and showed a little excitement. He took a step forward, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head respectfully.
"Dear King, Xochikalo obeys your will! I will reorganize the Sourwood Army and fight bravely for the supreme sun!"
"Yeah. Do it well! Xochikalo, I always feel at ease when you do things!"
Avitt's expression moved slightly and he nodded slowly. Then he stretched out his hand with a smile and shook Xochikalo's hair.
"Gather the disorganized militia and warriors as soon as possible, and reorganize the Sourwood Legion... Next, follow me to capture the Tree Snake City, and sacrifice blood to the nobles in the city... Sacrifice to the immortal elders, and to the heroic Yotiko Legion
Long revenge!"
"Yes! I obey you!"
Xochikalo lowered his head, his eyes flickering. After a moment, he raised his head, filled with grief, anger and murderous intent, and shouted to the surrounding Sourwood nobles.
"Capture the Tree Snake City, and sacrifice the nobles in the city with blood! Sacrifice for the immortal elder, and avenge the heroic leader of the Yotiko Army!"
"Siege the city...blood sacrifice...sacrifice...revenge!"
Soon, under the guidance of the accompanying priests, the angry shouts of the Mexica warriors resounded through the camp of tens of thousands of troops! The sound was like a roaring tide, or like thunder in the sky, with the will to destroy everything!
King Avit did not wait or hesitate. His heart was as hard as stone and he had already made all preparations. Early the next morning, he finally used a simple ladder to climb the city from the camp outside Quetzalcoatl to the tree snake.
Below the city, tens of thousands of Mexican legions began a brutal siege without stopping!
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