Chapter 179: The October siege of the city, the world was shocked Part 2
The stone fort where the king garrisoned the army is located on the top of a hill nearly 100 meters away. The terrain is extremely dangerous and it is the core of the southern defense line. The watchtower on the fort is the highest point in the area. From here, you can have a clear view of the battle situation.
The clear sunshine shines on the top of the majestic stone castle, and the garrisoned warriors salute the supreme king. The breeze blows through the wooden watchtower, the flags of the three gods stretch in the wind, and the royal eagle flag flutters. At the center of the watchtower, there is
The king's banner, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, has been passed down to this day from the hands of the first ancestor, Talia Kuri.
Suangua stood under the banner and raised his head silently. The royal eagle spread its wings and flew on the glorious flag. Then, he looked at the front line of the battle, and his mind was broad. In front of him were the rolling hills, covering
It is surrounded by tall green trees and spreads towards the majestic Eastern Mountains. Beside the hills and rivers, there are stone castles and wooden villages in the mountains. The flags of the Kingdom and the Alliance sometimes alternate and sometimes get closer, flying on the ruthless battlefield.
At this moment, the sound of fighting came from the distant wind, occasionally mixed with shrill howls, announcing the cruelty of the battle. In front of the hilly stone castle at the forefront, a high platform of earth was vaguely visible, and the archers of both sides shot arrows at each other.
, died alternately. From time to time, warriors fell from high places and twisted into strange shapes on the ground, adding new dye to the earth.
On the ground, the Mexica warriors held their shields high, held up the stone and arrows at the top of the city, carried long wooden ladders and bamboo ladders, and suddenly climbed up to the top of the city again. Immediately, the warriors holding war sticks shouted wildly and charged.
Go up, fight with the militiamen who are crowded around the city, and then fall silently. Usually, a Mexica warrior can always rely on his shield and cotton armor to forcibly kill several militiamen, and then be stabbed by a copper spear from nowhere.
Wear it, and your soul will return to the Kingdom of God.
When the longbows outside the fortress concentrated their fire, dozens of Tarasco militiamen died immediately, and a certain gap immediately tightened. Under the leadership of the Jaguar Nobles Chapter, the Mexican warriors took the opportunity to climb up and put up their shields.
More and more people gathered together. Facing the critical moment, the kingdom's military nobles set an example and led the prepared Tarasco warriors to attack first, wielding bronze spears, and faced the elite enemy troops first. Then, the vassal tribes
The leaders followed, leading the Tekos warriors with tattoos and tattoos, waving stone hammers and bronze spears, and roared to join the battle group.
These warriors, who were also wearing armor, fought fiercely, shouting the names of the gods, and went to different kingdoms of gods. The heads of both sides were smashed with war sticks, the bronze spears were pierced through the chest and abdomen, and the shoulders were broken with stone hammers, and then they hugged each other.
They fell together. Bodies continued to roll down the city, and some landed in the fortress. Then clever militiamen stepped forward. They opened their warm arms, took off their blood-stained armor, and put it on themselves again to increase the number of soldiers.
Any chance of survival.
However, in the eyes of the king, these figures who are still fighting are just tens of thousands of ants struggling under the throne. Their fate has already been determined!
"On the southern front, there were originally more than 10,000 warriors and 30,000 militiamen. I brought 2,000 copper-axe guards, 5,000 elite spear militiamen, and 5,000 barbarian mercenaries who were good at fighting. The Tekos people from the south came to support 10,000 tribal warriors.
The Lake District then sent another 20,000 militiamen. This is 23,000 warriors, 10,000 elite militiamen, and 50,000 city defense militiamen!"
Su Angua's heart was filled with excitement, what a huge army this was, enough to dominate the world.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" sound was heard continuously, accompanied by the cheers of the Mexica people. The king looked up again and saw the enemy's huge wooden beast throwing a series of heavy stone bullets. The stone bullets were flying.
He was not accurate, and luckily landed on the top of the city, knocking down several defending enemy soldiers. The actual damage caused by the stone bullets was not great, but under the impact of dozens of kilograms of stone bullets, the whole body of the deceased was broken, which was extremely miserable. Facing the wooden beast
roar, the morale of the militiamen suddenly dropped.
When Suangua thought of the military force on the opposite side, his heart became heavy again, and a mountain of pressure fell on his shoulders.
"Since the battle in June, nearly a quarter of the troops in my hands have been lost. Five thousand warriors and fifteen thousand militiamen have been killed on the southern front! The Mexicans built wooden beasts capable of throwing stones and piled them up to stand
The longbowmen's earth platforms and small wooden villages cannot hold on for long, and they can only rely on the stone forts on the advantageous terrain."
"Surrounding several key fortresses, the kingdom invested 13,000 warriors and 30,000 ordinary militiamen to fight the Mexicans across the board. The army suffered hundreds of casualties every day, and consumed one hundred thousand kilograms of food and grass!"
The young king's expression was solemn and resolute. There was firm confidence in his brows, and he was not afraid of any fight.
"With my battle flag here, the southern front is as stable as the towering Choloro Volcano! Even with new weapons, the casualties of the Mexica warriors will never be less, and this offensive will never last much longer! First
Hundreds of imitation longbows have been put into the battlefield, let the Mexicans have a taste of their own weapons!"
Thinking of this, Suangua roared loudly and looked towards the distant east. As far as his sight could see, he could vaguely see another tall stone castle, where the flag of the King of Mexica was flying high.
King Avit sat calmly in the main hall of the stone castle, flipping through the book in his hand. He looked calm and indifferent to the cruel fighting outside. The specific battles on the front line were planned by the experienced commander Iskali, and then by the loyal commander Iskali.
General Stanley was in charge, and the king only had to wait patiently.
"The king's flag is here to encourage the warriors to fight forward, whether there is life or death!"
The king looked at the book, silently counting the casualties of each warrior camp, and thought faintly.
"In the early days of the war, Iskali's advance was relatively smooth. After June, the battle became more and more difficult. The enemy's royal flag arrived in August, and it was difficult for the front to advance. It was really a recurrence of the past!"
Avitt smiled indifferently, and the past disappeared with the wind. Now, he has finally mastered the huge power of the alliance and is the party with the absolute advantage.
"Two thousand military aristocratic battle groups, thirty thousand warriors directly under the royal family, and thirteen thousand southern city-state legions. The Southern Route Army has a total of forty-five thousand warriors! At the end of the autumn harvest, twenty thousand militiamen were recruited to the front line to build siege equipment and build archery
On the high platform, 40,000 militiamen transport grain and grass, and forts are set up at each level to transport grain. The grain road is as stable as the towering Husco volcano!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "More importantly, the Western Expedition has the call of the gods for war, the support of the elders and high priests, and the joining of the great nobles who are eager to enfeoff.
!The warriors can withstand higher casualties and always maintain high morale. Even though they have lost 6,000 warriors and 8,000 militiamen, the alliance will continue the war until the final victory!"
"With the support of new weapons, the casualties in attacking the fortress will be maintained at an acceptable ratio. How long can the Kingdom of Tarasco hold on now?"
Thinking of this, the king finally looked to the west, looking at the invisible flag of King Tarasco in the distance, and smiled.
At this time, Avitt did not know the battle situation of the Northern Route Army, nor had he heard of the huge water battle. He was planning the battle in the south, dealing with countless general affairs, and also thinking about sneak attacks by bypassing the water route.
It was not until a few days later that a messenger from the capital in the lake came in a hurry. The king stood up in shock and asked loudly.
"Victory in the water battle?!"
"Yes. In the battle of Lake Eureria, the Tarasco Navy ceased to exist, and the entire Leman River was owned by the Alliance!"
"Is it really such a great victory?"
Avitt repeated again in disbelief. He knew well the power of the Tarasco Navy and the centuries-old heritage of the "Crocodile" family.
"The commander of the Navy told it personally in the capital! His Highness was brave and fearless, commanding the battle with arrows in his back, and the new vertical rocket performed miraculous effects!"
"Xulot is injured? How is the injury?"
There was a rare trace of nervousness on the king's face.
"I heard that there is no serious problem. His Highness has sent troops south to surround the river mouth fortress!"
Hearing this, Avitt's expression relaxed, and then he laughed loudly, feeling extremely happy.
"Good, great! My young eagle has finally grown up, spread its dark wings, and soared in the vast sky! The land in the lake, the City of Hummingbirds, will be owned by the Alliance!"
As the king laughed, many nobles leaned over to congratulate him. The warriors looked yearning, worshiping His Highness from the North, thinking about the future of victory. In the shadow of the throne, there was only the silent intelligence officer.
Hundreds of miles away in the east, a real young eagle fluttered its wings for the first time. It hovered in the sky for a moment, looking down at the magnificent lake capital for the first time, and let out a proud "yo yo" cry. A moment later, the little golden eagle
It fluttered down, flew back to the king's palace, and landed on the shoulders of the girl in white.
The little Averlot cried "Yo yo" again. It tilted its head and looked at the various herbs in the girl's hands. It was not interested in plants with strange smells. So, the little golden eagle tilted its neck and rubbed the girl with its soft hair.
The eagle's face is filled with natural pride.
"That's great. Little Avelot, you can finally fly!"
Alyssa smiled with crooked eyes, put down the mixed herbs, and reached out to grab the cute eagle into her arms. The cute eagle did not resist, but turned to rub against the girl's arms, and continued to scream from time to time.
"Okay, okay. I know you are very powerful! As powerful as Shulot!...He just won a big victory in the north. Little Avelot, you fly very fast, when can you fly?"
Can you help me go see him?"
The girl in white caressed the cute little eagle's head tenderly, then turned to look northwest. Her thoughts were like a flying bird, flying across thousands of rivers and mountains. She didn't know when she would be able to fly back and fall softly into his heart.
In the temple area not far away, the high priest was smiling, showing a rare relief. The Northern Route Army pressed all the military forces of the Holy City and also invested half of the temple guards. The huge pressure made him
He couldn't sleep all night. At this moment, he summoned the elders of the Twelve Priests, as well as the royal family branches that supported the Northern Route Army, and had a feast in the glorious priests' hall.
"The supreme god, blesses the devout king, and promises supreme victory! Dear elders, noble nobles, let us raise a toast together to congratulate the Northern Route Army on their great victory!"
After saying the meaningful blessing, the high priest smiled and looked at everyone, waiting for everyone's public statement.
"The Lord God bless you and congratulate the king!" These are the priests and elders who are biased towards the king.
"The Lord God bless you, congratulations to Your Highness!" These are the priests and elders who are partial to Your Highness.
"The Lord God bless you, congratulations to the king!" This is an ambiguous comment.
"The Lord God bless you, congratulations to the current king, and congratulations to the future king!" This is the royal family branch that truly comes from the same lineage.
The voice of congratulations gradually drifted away and came to the fleet on the shore of Lake Texcoco. Annatri, the commander of the naval division, stood proudly on the bow of the ship, with the newly drawn regimental commander's flag behind him. On the flag, a long river rushed westward,
Several large characters are written in the east, which is "the source of the Leman River"!
The female warrior waved her hand and said goodbye to the tall and thin quartermaster Bergere on the shore. She waved her spear flag again and drank loudly.
"The Navy sets out! Head to the city of Xilotepec!"
More than a hundred large boats and hundreds of small boats were slowly launched. They were loaded with a whole shipload of food and headed to the important town in the north to receive the reinforcements promised for half a year.
In the important town in the north, in the palace of the former Otomi god descendants, "Jaguar" General Ocerol paced back and forth with his hands behind his back without saying a word. On his body was the murderous aura that had just returned from the northern campaign, and it seemed that he was condensed with
Indelible blood.
The northern general thought for a long time before sighing softly.
"Now that the water battle has been won, the siege of the city is only a matter of time. Your Highness's situation has become a reality! The situation is like this... The Northern Route Army is short of the troops to besiege the city, and there is no risk of damage in the battle... It is reasonable and reasonable to rush at this time. The royal family
The two departments have finally made an explanation!"
Thinking of this, Ocelot finally shouted loudly.
"The guards around me are going to call the envoys from the Northern Route Army to come and discuss reinforcements!"
Changfeng traveled thousands of miles, passed through the shaking world, and returned to the mouth of the Leman River again, only to see a scene of mourning.
The morning sun fell on the strong river mouth fortress, illuminating the tired warriors and militiamen on the wall, as well as a newly made "crocodile" flag. On the top of the city, there were traces of damage and burning everywhere, and there was a dead silence. Only
When the people delivering food walked up to the city, sporadic greetings suddenly sounded.
Outside the river mouth fortress, the defensive wooden fences are full of holes. Most of the moat in the east has been filled in in sections, while sporadic earthen platforms have been built outside the city wall in the south. The Mexica army's newly built siege camp,
It has firmly surrounded the land to the east and south.
In the huge siege camp, the Mexican warriors prepared for a new day of fighting, the civilians began to repair the damaged shield carts, the carpenters replaced the parts of the small trebuchets, and the gunpowder craftsmen carefully made flammable
Paper Fireball. The battle preparations for the siege were so orderly that the Mexican Legion took the absolute tactical initiative and did not need to worry about attacks from the defenders.
After a while, the smoke gradually rose. The camp was filled with boiling noises, and the aroma of food wafted in the air. This was breakfast before the battle, and it would not make the warriors full.
In the camp, Shulot erected the flag of the Black Wolf and stood on the marshal's high platform. He stared at the bluestone city wall, recalling the recent wars, and was silent in deep contemplation.
