Dark clouds appeared in the sky, like a harbinger of a storm. Bonfires were burning in the camp, burning the firewood into ashes. Thousands of janitor warriors had solemn expressions on their faces, wearing armor, waiting for danger. They were tethered jaguars, waiting.
Wang Ling was dispatched to carry out the killing of selected people!
The sounds in the tent gradually became deeper, like the roar of a wounded tiger. After a few quarters of an hour, the king put on his armor and walked out of the tent. Everyone's faces showed surprise when they saw the king coming out of the tent.
I saw Shulot wearing a bronze helmet that covered his face, hiding the expression on his face, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, and holding the high priest's staff tightly in his hand. Then, he raised the staff and looked around at the people outside the tent.
Jiang opened his tightly pressed mouth and shouted in a cold and hoarse voice, word by word.
"King's order, send an envoy! Eight thousand men of the Yuyan Army went north, moved to the north of Cholula, blocked the northern access to the city, and cut off the retreat route in the city! Eight thousand men of the Guakili Army came west, hunted the surrounding areas of Cholula, and blocked the east of the city.
In the wilderness, capture the escapees! Eight thousand people from the Huashu Army took over from Black Wolf and guarded the mountaintop city. Ten thousand people from Pan Mang Army were stationed in Water Valley City. Seven thousand people from the Imperial Guard Army marched north to attack Cholula.
Destroy the priest family!..."
"The whole army sets off immediately! I will arrive at the city of Cholula before sunset today! If any Cholula envoys come, they will be executed on the spot! All Cholula warriors, nobles and priests encountered along the way will be sacrificed and executed!
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"Do your will!"
Bertard fell on the ground and bowed deeply. Then, he strode forward to remove the chains of the guards who were roaring lowly!
"Ah!...Ah!..."
The royal order to go to war was quickly issued, along with the news of revenge for the high priest. The senior Mexica warriors blew a shocking death whistle, and the shrill screams echoed in the mountains. This was the call of the messenger of death, and more
It is the sentence before the killing comes.
"Bang bang!...Ouch! Roar!..."
Thousands of janitor warriors put on armor, held bronze axes and spears, and beat the wooden shields in their hands. Then, with the sound of beating drums, they let out beast roars that filled the sky, and raised their killing soldiers.
Blade, a tribute to the departed high priest, and a promise to the angry king.
In just a few quarters of an hour, the seven thousand imperial guards were fully equipped. Shulot personally carried the Black Wolf's royal flag, and, surrounded by his personal guards, headed north!
In front of the black flag, there are two thousand lightly-armed Tekos vanguards; below the black flag, there are one thousand armored guards holding bows; behind the black flag, there are three thousand heavily armored warriors; and in the rear, there are one thousand
The artillery battalion dragging the copper beast. Seven thousand elite armors were clanging and killing silently. After half a day's march, the vanguard of the imperial guards had arrived at the gates of Cholula City.
Encountered along the way, two groups of Cholula envoys and more than a hundred fleeing noble descendants were all captured by the vanguard and killed on the roadside. Then, without stopping, two thousand vanguards broke into the still burning Cholula.
City, defeated thousands of Cholula warriors who were fighting the fire, and only half of the high priest's bodyguards were rescued.
The sun was setting in the west, and the golden light fell on the red city of Cholula, revealing the broken walls and the scorch of the fire. Thousands of corpses were scattered on the streets of the outer city, tens of thousands of them.
The civilians either fled or hid in their homes, peeping shiveringly at the advancing warriors. The holy city that was prosperous and prosperous yesterday has become a ruin today.
The old fox Petel stood on the inner city wall, his face pale, and his eyes filled with fear and uneasiness he had never seen before. Beside him were more than a dozen priests and elders with ashen faces. The most distinguished group of people in Cholula were all
Standing here, looking at the Black Wolf King flag erected, looking at the cruel fate that is coming.
Hundreds of Tekos pioneers came outside the inner city wall with bloody heads in their hands. Then, with fierce expressions, they piled thousands of heads under the city wall and piled them into a brand new Beijing. A steady stream of pioneer warriors were still rushing.
Come and build the Jingguan building taller and taller.
"It's over!...The two thousand warriors in the outer city are all finished..."
War Elder Wezier's eyes widened and he looked carefully at the heads under the city, despair showing on his face.
"What should we do? Last night, the Mexica warriors set fire to the city and the outer city was in complete chaos. There was no time to mobilize the militia. Now, there are only two thousand temple warriors in the inner city, how can they hold it?"
"Ah! Of the eight thousand temple warriors in the Holy City, why are there only two thousand left?"
An old priest elder opened his eyes wide and roared in disbelief.
"Who?! Escaped with the samurai?"
"Three armies of the Mexica came from three sides. The entire holy city was besieged, and there was no way to escape!"
Wezier smiled sadly and replied in a low voice.
"Of the eight thousand warriors, three thousand were killed in the battle at Shuigu City, and one thousand were killed or wounded in the previous plunder. Two thousand were left outside the city. They had just been defeated and captured, and their heads were built into the capital... In our hands, only
The last two thousand people!”
The old priests and elders, their beards and hair sprouting, kept shouting after him.
"...There are only two thousand warriors left!... Send people out of the city quickly and gather the militiamen in the city! No matter how high and strong the city wall is, how can it be defended without manpower?"
"The Mexican Legion has pushed into the inner city, how can they open the city gate?"
The vizier shook his head. If you open the door at this time, you will die faster. The old priests and elders have no military knowledge at all. However, the holy city of Cholula has been at peace for a long time, and most of the elders are like this, let alone wearing armor and going into battle.
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"How...how can we defend this? The holy city of Cholula is the heart of the world and has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years! We are a family of priests respected for generations, the Toltecs in the city! Send a few more envoys,
Go and ask His Majesty the Mexica to surrender? No matter how barbaric the Mexica people are, they will not shock the world and drive us all away!..."
Hearing this, another priest and elder looked hopeful and shouted loudly.
"Yes! Go and ask the Mexica people to surrender! No matter what the harsh conditions are, as long as they can be negotiated, we can save our wealth and lives... Even if we become a city-state priest or a village priest!"
"Hey! Talk? How to talk? All the envoys sent were killed, and none of them came back! We have all interrogated the captured Mexica dead soldiers. They are avenging the high priest!... The capital city in the lake is dignified.
The high priest of the country died inexplicably in the holy city of Cholula! It is said that before his death, he smoked the sacred smoke presented by Patel and took the medicine presented by Patel..."
A middle-aged priest elder narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the pale-looking priest leader, Peter.
"Let me tell you...the only way to appease the anger of the Mexica people is to hand over the murderer of the high priest..."
"...How could this happen? How did it get to this point?!"
The old fox Petel's body was trembling. He looked at the capital a hundred steps away and whispered in despair. Of course he knew that there was nothing wrong with his divine smoke and potion, and no one in the Holy City would assassinate him last night.
High Priest. And if all possibilities are eliminated, no matter how unbelievable the rest is, it is the truth!
"Shuter, you are so cruel! Haha!"
Petel murmured and laughed sadly, like a night owl cornered.
"Did you die here on purpose because you wanted to take us all away? Why are you so cruel to yourself and to us! You cruel old fox!!"
"...Peter, stop making excuses! Was it you who did it? Don't drag everyone to death!"
The prime-aged priests and elders encouraged the crowd, with a cold light shining in their eyes.
"Shut up! You idiot!"
Peter's eyes widened and he turned around to look coldly. His face was twisted and the corners of his eyes were raised fiercely, like a poisonous snake struggling to its death.
"The high priest died here! Are you still thinking of surrendering?! Let me tell you, the Mexica people will never let us go! Mobilize all the men and warriors in the inner city, distribute the war clubs, bows, arrows and leather armor from the warehouse.
Guard here for me! If you guard for one day, you will live one more day. If you can't guard, then die together!..."
Hearing Petel's roar, there was a sudden silence at the top of the city. All the illusions of the elders were shattered. Faced with the bloody reality, their faces revealed the unwillingness and despair of waiting for death.
"Ah!...Ah!"
A shrill death whistle sounded outside the inner city wall. The Mexica warriors in the middle army rested for two quarters of an hour, and finally surrounded the black wolf's royal flag, passed through the outer city where the fighting had not subsided, and arrived at the inner courtyard outside the wonders of the Great Pyramid.
Under the city wall.
Shulot was wearing a helmet, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold as he stared at the large group of priests wearing feather crowns on the top of the city. Strong killing intent surged out of the king's chest, rushed straight into his mind, and almost reached the tips of his hair. He used
With all his willpower, he spared tens of thousands of civilians in the city and did not issue a royal order to massacre the city. As for the thousands of warriors, nobles and priests in the city...
The king raised the red flag and waved it forward coldly.
"Bring all the captured Cholula priests here and kill them all!"
"I obey you! Your Majesty!"
The guards bowed their heads in salute and strode away. Soon, more than two hundred guardsmen escorted the same number of priests and apprentices to the city wall and pushed them to the ground. These people were old and young.
A few, many of them are related to the elders in the city and share the same blood.
"Ah! This!...my son!..."
"...No! My descendants..."
The old priests and elders roared fiercely. The prime priests and elders howled loudly. The war elder Wezier lowered his eyes and said nothing. The old fox Petel did not look at it, just stared at the king whose face was covered by the helmet, shouted loudly, and carried out
A final hopeless struggle.
"Your Highness the Mexica! The Holy City did not murder the high priest! The high priest committed suicide..."
"kill!"
Shulot suddenly waved the command flag, and the shrill death whistle sounded again, announcing the arrival of death.
"Ah!...Ah!..."
The Imperial Guard warriors all swung their copper axes and chopped them off with all their strength! Their killing skills were so superb that they broke the neck in two with the ax without touching the bones!
"Bah...baah..."
A large pool of blood spurted out, forming a pool of blood on the ground. More than two hundred heads were floating slightly on the pool of blood, staring closely at the city head with dying terror.
"boom!"
The two priests and elders couldn't stand it any longer, their eyes turned white, and they threw their heads back and fell. There was a commotion on the city top, mixed with howls of despair!
"Ha ha..."
Petel smiled miserably, turned around, and looked at the towering wonder of the man-made mountain.
The sun sets on the top of the Great Pyramid, illuminating the sanctuary of the gods with great splendor. The twelve priest families of the Holy City, relying on the faith of the Nava gods, live high on the shining spire.
It has been more than five hundred years. However, at this moment, the sunset is falling in the sky, pools of blood are pouring out of the ground, houses are burning, and corpses are lying everywhere... The scene of doomsday is approaching, accompanied by tens of thousands of Mexican legions.
, from heaven to earth, firmly covering the city of Cholula, bringing the final death...
"At dusk, the gods are about to fall...the dusk of the gods..."
Petel looked up at the setting sun and murmured in his mouth. Facing the brilliant sunset, he suddenly danced a dance to worship the gods and sang the song of doomsday reincarnation, right on the top of the crowded city, under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guards.
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"The gods created the world and are never satisfied, so there is reincarnation. 'Four Tigers', 'Four Winds', 'Four Rains', 'Four Waters', the four suns have already set, and the fifth sun is about to rise! Death
The flames burned the bodies of the gods; the new flames gave birth to a new main god!..."
"Ah! Ah! I looked up at the sun in the sky, and I saw the cocoa tree crashing down. I saw the reversal of high and low! The sacred blood is flowing everywhere, and the humble moth people are high above!...Ah! Ah! The end of reincarnation is in the darkness.
It is the twilight of the gods, and it is the end of the gods! The demons of the volcano rule the earth, and without the guidance of the sacred priests, the world of death is coming! Boundless blood, endless sacrifices, and piles of skulls
into hills, and the corpses gathered into a vast ocean..."
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Shulot sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
He looked at the struggle of the priests of the Holy City before their death, joy arose in his heart, and a smile appeared on his lips. However, this was not enough, not enough!
"That is my most beloved relative, and he is also the person in this world who personally taught me and raised me... Now, he is dead, and he died here... All of you must be buried with him!"
The king's heart was now as solid as blood-red corundum and as cold as the glaciers of the sacred mountain. He glanced at the setting sun, unwilling to wait, and waved the flag impatiently.
"Longbow guards, move in and shoot!"
Thousands of longbow warriors put on bronze armor and held longbows, and walked quickly within 60 steps of the inner city wall. Sparse arrows were shot from the top of the city one after another, but they hardly broke the armor. The bow warriors lowered their heads slightly,
Raise the big bow at an angle, aim slightly, and shoot suddenly!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The fierce rain of arrows whizzed away and fell into the defenders at the top of the city, causing a cry of mourning. Dozens of Cholula warriors were hit by arrows and fell to the ground on the spot, and several priests also died on the spot.
The priests and elders suddenly panicked. Surrounded by the family warriors, they hurriedly retreated from the city. The priest leader Petel also stopped the ritual dance and was lifted up by the family warriors and escorted away. On the city wall with arrows intertwined,
Only War Elder Wezier was left. Wearing leather armor and holding a large shield, he tried his best to hold on at the top of the city under the cover of many warriors.
After ten rounds of arrow rain passed, the sun set on the mountain peak, announcing the end of the day. Shulot ordered a thousand guards to block the city wall and patrol all night to be wary of the escape of the holy city priests. The remaining warriors lit fires in the outer city.
They set up camp and rested. Hundreds of Tekos pioneers began to make ladders, and they did not rest for a moment.
The long night passed in an instant. On the Great Pyramid, the priest's sanctuary was brightly lit all night long. First, there was the laughter of the priests and elders, the delicate laughter and shouts of the girls, and a moment later there were the screams of the women, and the wild laughter of the elders.
what happened.
Shulot's face was calm and unconcerned. No matter how indulgent or what these so-called "gods" did in desperation, the only thing that greeted them was destined death!
On the second day, the Yuyan Army and the Guakili Army simultaneously sent envoys to report back to His Highness. The vanguards of the two armies had already entered the outer city of Cholula and captured hundreds of fleeing city-state nobles and priests.
The king coldly waved the red flag, and hundreds more "noble" corpses appeared under the city wall outside the pyramid. Then, the longbow warriors immediately came out and shot at the seven-meter-high city head. The imperial guard warriors set up
A small number of ladders were used to start the first day of siege.
Two thousand Cholula warriors chanted the slogans of the gods, shot arrows, threw spears, threw stones, fought, and died. Their number decreased rapidly, and five or six hundred people were killed on the first day. But in the faith they had grown up with since childhood,
Under the baptism, the defenders' will was extremely tenacious and showed no signs of retreat.
The king's face was like an iceberg, and he continued to adjust his legion, strengthened the suppression of bows and arrows, and rushed to build ladders day and night. More and more Mexican legions gathered, and most areas of the outer city had been pacified.
Except for the war elders, the rest of the priests and elders never appeared at the top of the city. On the huge and majestic Great Pyramid, divine smoke curled up day and night, and the joy was endless, as if it was a kingdom of gods separated from the earthly world.
On the third day, three Mexican regiments attacked the city from three sides at the same time. The Cholula warriors held on for half a day, and finally lost the southern city where the attack was strongest at sunset. Immediately afterwards, the defenders of the east city also followed.
After being defeated, the black wolf Toltec, with red eyes, put on his own armor, rushed into the city, and rushed towards the Great Pyramid.
Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, and the brutal killings began immediately. The cries of fear in the city turned into desperate wails, the wails turned into wounded screams, the screams turned into dying moans, and the moans finally became silent.
.It was another long and cold night, with ruthless darkness pouring in from all sides, covering all the corpses and drowning the boundless blood.
Shulot lowered his eyes and sat cross-legged outside the city. He quietly stared at the carnage of the inner city. His heart longing for death was finally satisfied by life. Until the morning of the fourth day, when the dawn lit up from the sky, he
Then he stood up, put down the magic staff in his hand, and pulled out the obsidian dagger.
Because, a group of Cholula's priests and elders have been captured by the imperial guards. And the final sacrifice must be completed by his own hands!
