Chapter 508: Siege of Feathered Serpent City, fall and capture!
The warm wind of May roared from the southeastern sea, bringing the first rain of the rainy season. For several days, Feathered Serpent City was attacked by four city-state legions in turn, gradually losing blood. At this moment, Mexica
The legion was dispatched in large numbers, and all the royal family and city-state warriors wore armor and climbed up, attacking the four city walls at the same time. The feathered serpent city, known as the strong one, has reached the final moment.
The sun in the sky was obscured by clouds, casting a broad shadow, dimming the mountains and forests in the surrounding areas, and also dimming the city where the fight was taking place. The raindrops fell from a distance, soaking the inside and outside of the city wall where the corpses lay, and there were countless fresh blood stains.
Fusion, no longer distinguishable from each other.
"Praise the Lord! Fight for the gods and kill the Tlaxcalans!"
"God of the Hunt! We are dedicated to Him, right here, fighting to the death with the Mexica!"
"Swish swish!..."
"Bang! Bang, bang!"
Fierce shouts of killing came from the walls on all sides, mixed with whistling arrows and ferocious spear throws. The warriors on both sides fought selflessly, waving their weapons desperately to attack the enemies who were fighting at close range.
The close-quarters fight was so cruel, the complete body was quickly broken, and warm life flowed everywhere. On the narrow city top, there were more and more white-gold armored figures, like an uncontrollable tide, gradually breaking through
The embankment of flesh and blood submerged the remaining black on the city wall!
The feathered serpent warriors in black uniforms howled, slashed, and hit the solid bronze armor, and were then mercilessly killed by the copper axes on the opposite side. The Tlaxcala warriors were struggling desperately, but their numbers were getting bigger and bigger.
few.
In front of the hard-to-kill Mexica bronze-armored warriors, hundreds of ordinary militiamen were beginning to collapse. They abandoned their simple stone spears and hunting bows, turned around and ran away, howling, and even jumped off the city walls in a panic.
Let out a dying scream!
"Ah! God of Hunting!!..."
This is the cry of fear, the despair before death.
"It's broken! It's broken! The Feathered Serpent City is broken!!"
This is an excited cheer, an announcement before the killing comes.
"Huh! Ruthless Mother of Fate!..."
The Lord of Quetzalcoatl City, Quehuiz, climbed up to the pyramid temple in the center of the city alone. He raised his head and stared at the Cloud Serpent statue of the God of Hunting in the pattering raindrops. After a moment, two lines of water flowed from the corners of his eyes.
The faint clear tears were mixed with the fresh rainwater, but it was difficult to distinguish them.
"These are Cloud Serpent's tears, coming from high in the sky, shedding for the end of Feathered Serpent City..."
Quehuiz recited in a low voice, with an expression that seemed to be crying or laughing. His voice gradually became deeper and deeper, and it was even impossible to hear clearly. And another voice sounded from under the pyramid, with a frantic shout.
"Damn it! Where is the Lord of Feathered Serpent City?"
Izel was wearing bronze armor, holding a short ax, and grabbed an old temple priest. He looked fierce, with eager eyes and murderous intent.
"Tell me! Is he in the temple?"
"...To, the descendant of the supreme cloud snake...just went up...on...the top of the temple!"
The old temple priest looked frightened and stammered before finally finishing his sentence.
"Dear Warrior of the God of War, I... I am willing to submit to the God of War... Please spare me... ah!..."
After a scream, Izel lowered his blood-stained short axe, led dozens of mountain warriors, and eagerly climbed up to the pyramid.
If he can capture the feathered serpent city lord of Tlaxcala, it will be a great achievement, even the first achievement of the Northern Route Army! And with such military achievements, he can secure his position as the leader of the Mountain Army, allowing
The warriors in the country really respect you!
"The cloud snake lowered its wings and transformed into a warrior holding a bow and arrow. He carried the bow on his back and headed east to find his son god... And the souls of the dead gods would also float to the east, to the distant lake.
..”
Quehuiz stood at a height of tens of meters, looking at the mountains to the east. He held a long dagger in his hand and gently carved snake-like marks on the leather armor on his chest.
The cold sharp edge pierced the skin of his heart, causing a real slight pain.
Like Mexica, the Tlaxcala people also believe that the human soul is in the heart. Death that pierces the heart can release the soul and go to the Kingdom of God as quickly as possible...
"Haha! I found you! Lord of the Feathered Serpent City!"
Izel climbed to the top of the temple and saw Quehuiz wearing a feather crown at a glance. He was immediately overjoyed and immediately ran towards the opponent with a short ax in hand.
"...This Mexica warrior, in accordance with the agreement of the Battle of Conghua, please allow me to die with glory! Give me time to drink a glass of water, and after reciting these lines, I will sacrifice myself..
.”
"Ah? What? Lord of Feathered Serpent City, I can't hear your voice..."
Izel lowered his hatchet with a confused look on his face. He slowly approached Quehuiz, as if he wanted to hear more clearly.
"Warrior, I want to sacrifice myself, please give me some time..."
"ha!"
Izel came within five steps, suddenly shouted loudly, and rushed towards Quehuiz.
"ah?!"
Quehuiz subconsciously stabbed the long dagger, but it pierced the opponent's armor, making a "ding" sound as metal collided. Then, his right arm suddenly hurt, and he was hit by the back of the copper axe, and the dagger fell instantly!
Then, his left arm was also hit and he completely lost the ability to resist.
"Haha! The Lord of Feathered Serpent City finally fell into my hands!"
Izel laughed loudly and pressed Quehuiz tightly under him. Then, several mountain warriors swarmed up and tied up the most precious divine prisoner.
"Hey! The promise of the Flower War? Glorious suicide?"
The Shanshan family curled his lips in disdain. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on the copper ax on Quehuiz's gorgeous battle uniform.
"Lord of Feathered Serpent City, let me tell you! This era has changed!...Don't struggle, don't seek death, just accept your fate. In your capacity, before the grand sacrifice of the capital in the lake, you can
You can finally enjoy it!”
The cold voice was filled with joy, and with the raindrops from the sky, it fell on Quehuiz's face. The Lord of Feathered Serpent City closed his eyes in despair, retaining his last dignity. Soon, several mountain warriors ran towards the outside of the city.
, while shouting like thunder and declaring loudly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The lord of Quetzalcoatl City, Quehuiz, was captured by the brave mountain chief and the glorious nobleman Izel!..."
"The Lord of the Feathered Serpent City, Quehuiz, was captured by the brave mountain clan chief and the glorious nobleman Izel!..."
High-pitched shouts came all the way from the city and dispersed far away. After hearing this terrible news, the remaining hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors howled and fell completely into despair. Some of them committed suicide, and some went to Mo.
The Western Canadian army charged, and some knelt down and surrendered. Thousands of militiamen who defended the city also knelt down one after another, dropped their weapons, and waited for their fate.
"Okay! Very good! The glorious noble Izel will be recorded as his first contribution in the battle of Feathered Serpent City!"
On the high hill where the flag was erected, Avitt heard the good news of the reward, and his face was full of smiles. The honorable nobles who captured the enemy alive were much more meritorious than those who killed them! Because such prisoners are the favorite of the God of War.
, is the sacrifice of the Glorious Alliance!
"Haha! The Feathered Serpent City has been destroyed, and the lord of the Feathered Serpent City has been captured... Send an order to all legions! Surrender the prisoners in the city, and don't kill wantonly!"
Avitt laughed and ordered, telling the guards to pass the message quickly. He smiled happily and stopped the killing in the city, but there was no mercy in his heart.
"The expansion of the sacred temple has been completed. When I defeat the Tlaxcalans and return to the capital, there will be a magnificent gift, an unprecedented sacrifice! And all the captured warriors and militiamen must be transported back
Capital City, waiting for the day of the big festival!"
"Praise the Lord God! Do your will, supreme King of Mexica!"
The guards looked excited and shouted. They saluted in unison and marched towards each legion.
Avitt straightened his back, stood on a high place, rubbed the topaz scepter in his hand, and his eyes became profound.
Before setting off for the expedition, he had handed over the ruby scepter of his grandfather Montezuma to his beloved daughter Alyssa. At this moment, the topaz scepter in his hand not only inherited the royal power of the Mexica royal family, but also united the tribe.
The divine authority of the priests.
After a moment, Avitt smiled indifferently and looked up at the sky. The raindrops fell from the sky, but it was a good spring rain, just in time for the alliance's spring plowing!
"What a spring rain, with infinite vitality, falling on the fertile soil of Quetzalcoatl City and on the territory of the Alliance!"
Avitt's voice was leisurely, and he looked towards the southern sky. Then, with a solemn look on his face, he gave orders to his guards in a cold voice.
"Go and tell the messenger of the holy city of Cholula, the priest leader Petel!"
"The sacred gate on the northern front, Feathered Serpent City, has been captured by the Alliance! Tonight, I will drink and celebrate in the camp, and I will ask the priest leaders of the Holy City to dance for me!"
