The warm sunshine shines on the Divine Blessing Legion by the river, and also illuminates their solemn faces. Gold, silver, wood, bone, stone, and various sun talismans shine on the necks of the warriors
, just like the sun god’s always accompanying blessing.
Shulot and Natalie prayed a few words together, and then asked the other party to take the warriors to rest. The young priest carefully looked at the Divine Blessing Legion passing by, and nodded slowly and forcefully.
Next, the last batch of reinforcements that landed by the river were the disorderly Chichimec dog tribes. Dozens of dog tribe leaders shouted loudly, calling for different numbers of tribal warriors, and gathered into groups of various sizes.
There was a crowd of one. Then, under the leadership of General Ocelot's envoy, the leaders came forward in confusion and paid tribute to His Highness one by one.
Shulot, with a majestic face, received the canine headmen who were loyal to the Alliance.
Most of the canine chiefs only wore simple robes, their faces were weathered, with traces of the wind and sun, their skin was brown and black, and they were painted with tattoos of different worships. They first held their heads high and introduced the tribe in a loud voice.
names, their heroic achievements, and strive to show their bravery and wildness without fear of death. Then, under His Highness's inquiry, they bowed their heads and replied respectfully, speaking incomplete Mexica words, and looking at thousands of people with fear.
Elite warriors. From time to time, they will show a fleeting greed, longing for strong leather and cotton armor, longing for powerful longbows and war clubs, and longing for shining gold and silver ornaments.
The young commander looked calm and observed calmly. These canine leaders showed complex traits. They were in awe of the alliance's force, and were forced to join the Mexican army due to their livelihood. But in the hearts of the canine leaders,
They are full of greed for power and wealth, as well as contempt for life, death and order. In short, the canine descendants are fierce and untamable, fearful of power and unethical.
Shulot pondered for a moment, then waved his hand solemnly. Thousands of personal guards came with waving sticks, forcing all the canine warriors to kneel down. The leaders shouted in confusion, but they did not hesitate when they knelt down. Then
, several priests stepped forward, set up a simple altar again, ignited the terrifying blue flame, and raised unpredictable divine smoke.
Mysterious chants sounded, and the priests danced wildly. The guards cut off the hair of the leaders, and then threw them into the blazing holy fire. In the smoke, the young priest danced at the end, chanting a simple and strange language, and then
Announce loudly.
"The Lord God controls everything and determines people's life and death! Once the hair of the soul is burned out, your life is in the hands of the Lord God. Those who disobey orders will suffer divine punishment, burn with pain, and turn into ghosts that pass away in the wind.
Green smoke!"
The accompanying translator shouted sternly, conveying the young priest's will. The leaders looked frightened, looking at the strange and unknown flames, listening to the curse of the strange god priest, and a thick shadow rose in their hearts. After a moment, the leaders finally
He burst out with a cry of submission and knelt down with his trembling body.
"The great wizard of the sun god!"
After hearing the translation, Xiuluo nodded. He waved again and asked the priests to use the psilocybe mushrooms they carried with them to prepare the sacred mushroom water. Then, he ordered the leaders to drink it expressionlessly.
Looking at these potions with changing colors, the canine chieftains trembled all over. They struggled and drank slowly with fear under the pressure of the Mexica warriors.
But for a moment, the leaders' hands and feet first trembled, and then they danced uncontrollably. They roared and called unknown names, crying and laughing on their faces. The world in front of them was strange and strange, as if the eyes of gods were watching, with an irresistible emotion.
The power! Looking at this crazy scene, the Mexica priests were familiar with it, and the canine warriors were terrified.
The frenzied dancing lasted for two full moments. It was not until they were exhausted that the leaders fell limply, their pupils in their eyes dilated, and their minds went blank.
Only then did Shulot declare sternly again.
"The Lord God controls everything, and also determines people's life and death! When the sacred potion flows into your lungs, your life is in the hands of the Lord God. Those who disobey orders will suffer divine punishment, and their bodies will rot and die, and their souls will be swallowed up by darkness forever!"
Listening to the translator's words, the canine warriors cried out in fear and fell to the ground completely.
"The great wizard of death!"
Shulot once again looked around at the canine descendants, observing their faces. The hidden unruliness finally disappeared and turned into heartfelt fear. The young priest nodded. The shocking effect of these rituals will not last long, but it has already
Enough to last until the end of the siege. Only under the dual control of mind and body can these canine descendants be able to withstand brutal casualties and persist longer in the battle.
Shulot finally waved his hand and asked the canine warriors to take their limp leaders to the wooden castle to rest. Then, he turned around and looked at the river mouth fortress in the southwest. The siege there was still continuing, but the outcome was about to be decided.
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Two days later, nine thousand reinforcements once again boarded the navy's fleet and headed for the siege camp outside the fortress. The mighty reinforcements passed by, attracting the attention of the city. Under the flag of "Crocodile", the Russian troops
Standing alone on the watchtower, wearing a commander's robe, his face looked much older. He silently watched the enemy's reinforcements slowly merge into the besieged camp, and laughed miserably.
"Good, very good! The scenery here is beautiful and the river is surging. It is a good place for 'Crocodile' to join the Kingdom of God! The glory that has been passed down for hundreds of years will end here. All the honorable nobles and brave warriors will spend all their time together.
His life has caused the blood of countless Mexicans to be shed here!”
Behind the "crocodile" nobles, the remaining family warriors showed their determination to die. The close nobles, big and small, looked at each other with confused thoughts and remained silent.
The setting sun gradually fell, dyeing the sky and the earth in bright red, like a sign from the gods. In the curling smoke, the two Otomi legions stood opposite each other, equally silent.
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! Giowa had a complicated expression. He looked at the fellow warriors who had converted to the Lord God in front of him, and at the familiar figures opposite, and scenes of the past came to mind. Once, they fought against Mexico together.
The Canadians were stained with blood in the mountains and forests. Later, they parted ways, with one party abandoning the other and betraying them. Now, they join hands again, return under the flag of Mexica, and fight bloody battles in front of the fortress of Tarasco. Things in the world are changing without any reason, as if
Satirical and playful poetry.
Natalie's expression was solemn, and his face was like a sculpture. He remained calm, and everything in the past was no longer important at this time. After a moment, he took two steps forward and made a greeting.
"Praise the Lord God! Giowa of Otopan, I am very happy to meet you here again to join the sacred divine war...The Lord God is supreme, supreme and omnipotent! He saved all the confused Otomi people,
We will fight for Him and die for Him!...May His faith spread throughout the world!”
Looking at Natalie's bright eyes and listening to his pious praise, Giowa opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he said the same words in an obscure voice.
"May the Lord God save all the confused Otomi people, and may His faith spread throughout the world."
"Then, I salute you, my companion in the battle of gods. Praise the Lord God!"
"Hail to you, Natalie of Herotepec, and praise the Lord God."
The conversation ended. The two Otomi legions looked at each other for a moment again, and then parted ways in the camp. Perhaps due to subconscious influence, the two legions were actively separated far apart. The two sides no longer communicated, as if they were separated from each other.
A fading world.
When dinner began, the canine warriors of Chichimec were like beasts in a cage, and chaos suddenly broke out. They howled and shouted, fought with each other with bare hands, and fiercely competed for the food provided. The food was distributed among the tribes according to their strength.
Within the tribe, only the strong can be fed, while the weak are doomed to suffer from hunger.
Soon, the personal guards heard the sound and rushed over, but the canine warriors had already finished the contest and quickly distributed everything. The loser just sat down with his head bowed, feeling secretly angry in his heart, but no one complained to the Mexicans. My dear
The guards looked at each other for a moment, then calmly retreated without interfering with the customs of the canine descendants.
A few hundred steps away, there was a low hymn. Led by dozens of war priests, the Divine Blessing Corps performed prayers before meals. The warriors looked solemn, holding the amulets around their necks, full of
Sincere recitation.
"Praise be to the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He gives us food, and we will fight for Him! ...Fight to the death!"
The uniform chants gradually became louder and louder, gradually resounding through the entire camp, flying towards the blood-red setting sun. Hearing the familiar prayers, the Lancers also responded. Under the leadership of a small team of priests, they also stood up solemnly, singing the praises of the power and power of the gods.
generous.
In the pious atmosphere, many Mexican warriors also lowered their heads, put down the food in their hands, praying for the protection and blessing of the God of War, and praying for survival and victory in the war. At this moment, the siege camp outside the city chanted
Surrounded by it, it is like the Kingdom of God coming.
The thunderous chants floated to the city head not far away. The young militiaman Weziti was dozing off and suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes, with a face full of exhaustion, and looked around nervously, with something still in his hand.
Carrying a spear. Beside him, the old militiaman Chihuaco opened his old eyes with the same difficulty and carefully looked at the situation under the city head.
"Uncle, what are the Mexicans screaming about? These days they shoot arrows and attack the city during the day and beat gongs and drums at night. No one can get a sound sleep at all. Now, they don't even give you this moment of peace!"
There was no sign of the Mexican attack, and Weitz breathed a sigh of relief. He tugged on the turban and stuffed the corners of the cotton into his ear holes, and then he felt better.
Chihuaco listened attentively. Mexica and Prepecha were very similar, and he could vaguely make out the general outline.
"They seem to be praising a very powerful god called Wizichitli... This god will bring them victory in the war!"
Amid the loud prayers, the old militiaman shuddered while listening. He smelled danger again.
Wezti looked at the camp below the city and suddenly saw thousands of tribal warriors who were half-clothed and howling randomly. He looked at the tattered clothes of those tribal warriors, their disorderly fighting, and their shouts like wild beasts.
Laughing loudly.
"Uncle, look! Who are these people? They are even worse than the poorest family in the village!"
The old militiaman heard the sound and looked over, looked at the "beasts" carefully for a moment, and shook his head solemnly.
"This is a barbarian who is not afraid of death."
Wezti nodded in understanding. Before joining the war, he had never been more than fifty miles away from the village and had no impression of the canine people in the north. Then, he looked for the core of the loudest singing, which was just today.
The arriving samurai regiment.
"Uncle, look! Who are these people? Everyone has something shiny around their neck."
The old militiaman then looked at the Divine Blessing Legion chanting loudly, and after just looking at it for a while, he shuddered again.
"This is a master who is not afraid of death!"
At this point, the old militiaman's expression turned pale. He continued to stare for a moment, then stamped his feet violently and made up his mind.
"No, stupid idiot, this city can't be defended! We can't wait any longer! I'm going to find the samurai master who fought to defend the city last time. We have to find a way to survive!"
Having said this, the old militiaman threw away the spear in his hand, looked at the other militiamen who were still watching blankly, and slipped under the city wall without stopping. At the end of the last time he defended the city, he performed well and was awarded the honor.
He received compliments from several samurai masters. He vaguely remembered the residence of a young master, so he lowered his head and ventured forward quietly.
On the second day after the reinforcements arrived at the camp, Hulot sent several captured nobles of Tarasco to the river mouth fortress to persuade the defenders at the head of the city to surrender.
"Those who open the door...get rewards!...Those who lead the army to surrender...keep their identities intact!...Those who do not resist...the prisoners can survive!..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before the envoys to persuade them to surrender could shout a few words, several feather arrows were fired at them, penetrating directly into their heads and killing them on the spot.
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On the top of the city, the fierce "crocodile" noble put down his long bow and looked fiercely at the nobles and warriors on the left and right.
"His Majesty's reinforcements are on the way! We can still hold on for several months! This is the fate of those who dare to surrender!"
The nobles echoed the marshal's words in low voices, their eyes shining with light.
Osipai looked around, thinking in his heart, and then continued to speak.
"Mexicans are bloodthirsty and warlike, especially keen on sacrificing noble nobles! This is a war between gods. Once you fall into their hands, your life and death will be decided by the other party! Whether you can survive and how long you can survive are all unknown.
Count. In the end, he will inevitably end up committing hara-kiri and being sacrificed on the pyramid!"
Upon hearing this, the nobles' complexions changed quickly, and their expressions gradually revealed a bit of sadness.
Seeing this, Osipai nodded slightly. He suddenly waved the obsidian dagger, cut his palm, and swore loudly.
"I, the Russian faction of the 'Crocodile' family, under the witness of the three gods and ancestors, swear an oath here! I swear to live and die with the Hekou Fortress! If I can survive this battle, I will give up the glorious fiefdom of the family and take this place.
The land and population in the north and south of the Man River are shared with you!"
Hearing the oath of the "crocodile" nobles, the nobles, big and small, looked startled. After a moment, they finally responded loudly and encouraged each other. The will to fight once again appeared on everyone's faces, whether true or false.
The Mexican Legion outside the city waited for another day. This day was a rare tranquility, with no loud war drums and no whistling arrows. People cherished the peaceful night and did many things that they didn't know if they could be used.
Prepare.
In the early morning of the fourth day, when the sun shone again, tens of thousands of warriors walked out of the camp, and the official siege finally began!
