September is the end of the rainy season, with sporadic raindrops and gloomy skies. Under the sky, there are sturdy wooden camps, and tens of thousands of Mexica warriors inside and outside the camps.
In September last year, the young man left here with the army of King Tisok. In September this year, he returned with the army of King Avit's brother. Come and go, life is like a reincarnation, and what changes is only the heart of the warrior.
Standing outside the main camp, Hulot carefully observed the defense of the city. The camps of various Mexican ministries were always similar.
The outermost perimeter is a dense wooden fence. The fence is within the range of throwing stones and bows and arrows, and is the first line of defense to hinder the enemy.
Further inside, there is a wall made of logs. The height and thickness of the wall determine the maximum defense capability of the camp. The wall here is only more than two meters high and less than one meter wide, but it is enough to form a garrison advantage.
Give the attacker enough physical punishment and attack attenuation. At this time, all damaged locations inside and outside the wall have been repaired.
There were densely packed warriors on the fortress wall. They were neatly dressed and carried weapons and shields on their backs. They were probably on guard against the Otomi people at any time. There were also a large number of militiamen among the warriors.
Shulot was surprised to find that the militiamen were actually armed as much as possible. They were basically equipped with shields, some had warrior sticks, and some wore ill-fitting damaged leather armor. The boy took a closer look at the leather armor.
The pattern on the armor is the shape of the Otomi people.
The young man couldn't help but nod in approval, and at the same time he said with a solemn expression: "The commander here is very good. The losses of a strong attack will be huge."
As the simple warriors shouted on the wall, the defenders in the watchtower stopped when they heard the sound. Although the warriors near the wall were a little commotion, and some made questioning noises, they still obeyed the orders in action.
Shulot continued to watch and recognized the flag on the back of the simple warrior: "This is the flag of the legion-level commander. The warriors in the camp all obey his command, and it is very likely that he is the current commander-in-chief Kuruka."
Avitt nodded. He said nothing, just waiting for Chengtou's reaction.
The simple warrior stood behind the watchtower on the wall of the village. He first issued a few instructions to mobilize the defensive troops in the camp. Then, he carefully covered his body and looked out of the camp through the gap in the watchtower, looking at the army.
Flag of Kotoko.
Not long after, a group of warriors climbed up the wall of the village and shouted in unison to the army outside the camp: "Are the reinforcements from Tenochtitlan outside the camp? Please ask Commander Ketoko to come forward and speak."
Commander Ketoko, please come forward and speak!"
Shulot looked at Avitt.
The friend pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to let Stanley go down. Not long after, Ketoko was escorted over. The elite warriors put a commander's uniform on him, and then "surrounded" him tightly.
"Open the village gate." Avitt stared sharply at Ketoko's trembling body, "You are the true third-level honorable noble of the alliance. Otherwise..."
Hearing this, the giant bear-like Stanley stretched out his thick and powerful hands and gently hugged Ketoko's neck, as if touching a delicate and fragile jade. Two days ago, these same hands were easily broken.
The flag of Kotoko.
Ketoko immediately felt like he was electrocuted, and his fat body was shaking like chaff. He was so weak that he was almost half-carried by the warriors and walked to a position less than 100 meters away from the village wall. His command flag was also lifted by the warriors.
Hold it high.
"I am the commander of the reinforcements, Ketoko!" The trembling voice was a little too sharp and out of tune.
Looking at the large number of warriors on the wall, the great nobleman Ketoko was shocked and seemed to have found some kind of strength. Then, his face became excited and he continued to open his mouth, wanting to shout loudly to remind the walled city of something.
At this moment, Stanley's big hand was timely and gently placed on the back of Ketoko's neck again.
A certain power left quickly, and Ketoko opened his mouth to speak, but could not utter a word. It was like performing a silent pantomime in front of tens of thousands of warriors in the camp.
Stanley was a little anxious. He tried to keep his face calm and put a little force on his hand on the back of his neck. Then he opened his mouth slightly and said softly: "Let them open the door!"
Ketoko trembled again, but still opened his mouth and was speechless. At this moment, he neither had the courage to resist and warn the city, nor did he have the courage to betray and open the gate of the camp.
He just stood there blankly, staring blankly at the top of the city, like a puppet that had been drained of all life, becoming both mute and deaf.
Shulot couldn't help but shook his head. Avitt also frowned.
The noisy warriors gradually quieted down, and they looked at the scene in front of them. There was a strange silence on the wall. Soon, a tense atmosphere began to spread inside and outside the camp, and the warriors touched the weapons on their backs uneasily.
Avit finally shook his head. He gave the order with a serious expression, and the 20,000 warriors outside the camp spread out one after another, forming a fighting formation, and gradually surrounded the Xilotepec camp.
Shulot continued to observe for a while and found that the warriors in the walled city had not yet taken off their weapons, with obvious confusion and hesitation on their faces.
The young man then suggested: "Avit, you might as well put on the divine costume of the divine king, pick up the divine staff, and go to the camp to recruit surrender again. Even if it fails, it can shake the hearts of the people in the camp and facilitate the next attack."
Avitt hesitated for a moment, and then decided to take a risk. After all, there was no long bow on the city, only a simple bow with little power. He put on the red animal helmet, held the gorgeous feather shield in his left hand, and held up the gem scepter in his right hand.
Under the cover of heavy shields, hundreds of Jaguar warriors arrived in front of the city gate.
"Open the gate quickly, the new king is here!"
"King Tisok was attacked in Otopan and has been killed by the cruel Otomi people! The noble brother has succeeded to the throne in Tenochtitlan and became the incomparable sacred Tratoani!"
Xiulote and Akapu also followed. They wore convincing priest robes and shouted solemnly to the top of the city in the simple and simple accents unique to priests.
The ancient voice of Qingyue resounded through the camp, bringing shocking news.
Just like a herd of deer facing a jaguar, the camp was in an uproar for an instant. The warriors on the wall whispered to each other and looked at the city in shock. Their eyes focused on the majestic and solemn Avit and the shining gem staff.
went up and let out waves of exclamations.
The simple warrior behind the wall also poked his head out and looked carefully at Avit, who was dressed as a king. He then looked at the young man in the coyote priest uniform, and looked around at the 20,000 warriors surrounding the camp, and finally yelled angrily at the left and right.
road.
"The king is not dead yet, you stupid turkeys! Those below are rebels and enemies!"
Shulot's eyelids twitched. He looked up at the simple warrior jumping on the wall and suddenly became very interested in him.
The confrontation up and down the wall continued. The warriors finally took off their shields and weapons, and the murderous intent spread. Years of training brought about muscle reactions. Whether willing or not, whether confused or not, Mexica
The warriors are all ready to kill. The battle is about to break out.
Avitt's brows furrowed deeply.
He stared at the simple warrior shouting on the wall, and Sen Han flashed in his eyes. Then he turned slightly sideways and looked at the young man beside him: "Shoot him to death!"
Xiulote nodded. He gestured to Bertard, who was not far away, and pointed to the command flag on the wall of the village.
Bertard obeyed the order and saluted. He summoned the best archers in the longbow guard, and fifty longbows were aimed at the simple warriors on the wall at the same time. Soon, the bowstrings were pulled apart, causing a dull buzzing sound.
.
As soon as he saw the movement of the archer, the simple warrior on the wall quickly jumped back, like an alert ape. He hid behind the thick watchtower again, as if he was already prepared.
The long bow resounded like thunder, and the long arrow flew like lightning. Dozens of feather arrows arrived in an instant, piercing deeply into the position where the simple warrior had just stood. The archers were only more than a hundred meters away from the village wall, and they were shooting flatly.
At the most powerful distance, the armor-piercing copper arrowhead was completely inserted into the village wall, penetrating the wood by more than an inch.
Shulot saw a hand quickly reaching out from behind the watchtower, feeling for the size of the arrow that had penetrated the wood, tugging on one of the arrows to keep it from moving, and then quickly taking it back, like an ape stealing a peach.
The young man couldn't help but laugh.
Avitt did not smile. He raised the staff high and waved it forward with all his strength, conveying the order to attack.
Soon, the war drums of the attack were beaten. The sound of the war drums was rapid and low, accompanied by the terrifying roars of the Jaguar warriors. Twenty thousand warriors raised their weapons, preparing to charge and destroy the wall in front.
However, at this critical moment, the shrill conch horn sounded in the camp, and the gate of the camp suddenly opened.
Shulot saw the plainly dressed warrior again. He was wearing leather armor, hunched over, carrying a command flag, holding a thick shield high, and walked out under the protection of a dozen shield-bearing warriors.
"We surrender!" The simple warrior walked out of the village gate, took off the command flag behind his back, and threw it to the ground. Then he knelt on the ground in front of everyone, not forgetting to keep his heavy shield in front of him.
