Aztec Eternals

The setting sun falls on the tall building, reflecting the golden silhouette, outlining the tragic end of the hero. The strong wind blew up the flag, and there was a "squeaky" sound, like the approaching footsteps of death.

"Crocodile" aristocrat Ospai stood upstairs, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was heaving. He stared towards the west, watching the banners of the gods and nobles fall one after another, and heard the sound of fierce fighting approaching rapidly in the distance, but he could no longer send any troops to stop it. At this moment, the fall of the fortress is a foregone conclusion!

Even though he was prepared, the Northern Marshal was still desperate and cried out in pain.

"Such a strong fortress, in my hands, has only been guarded for two months! There is no such strong city in the south, and the capital is empty. Is the kingdom destined to perish?!"

"Patriarch! The west gate has fallen, and the situation is not good. Please let us escort you to retreat first!"

A family warrior, covered in blood, rushed back from the western front, fell directly at the feet of Ospai, and shouted anxiously.

"Escape? Where are you going?! The 'crocodile' fief is inherited here, and there is no room for the capital. The gods and ancestors are watching me! I have already made a promise to live and die with the fortress!"

Speaking of this, the "crocodile" noble suddenly became excited. He couldn't help pulling out the copper ax at his waist, staring at the southern city, facing the "Black Wolf" flag of the Mexica, he slashed hard several times, and cursed repeatedly.

"Die! Go to death! The chase on the river that day should stop until death, and cut you into several pieces!"

Ospai showed a ferocious face, and after cursing for a moment, another family warrior rushed over, shedding blood along the way.

"Patriarch! The Mexica have surrounded this place and are about to attack!"

Through the attic, the "crocodile" nobles looked down, and the fanatical enemy warriors surrounded the upper floors. A young warrior leader unleashed a bow and arrow, and shot his own bodyguard with precision, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Go to hell!" Ospai took out his longbow, set it up and let out an arrow. His hands trembled violently, and he was a little unsteady. The arrow only killed a bow-wielding militiaman. When the young warrior downstairs heard the wind, he subconsciously flashed quickly, showing extraordinary martial arts. Then, he raised his eyes to look up, but he had sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, confident and sharp.

"Oh, why are there so many warriors in the Mexica! Well, I am determined to die, why should I take the lives of the warriors!"

The "crocodile" aristocrat was suddenly powerless, and his mood declined. He threw away the long bow in his hand, held the copper ax again, stroked the surface of the bronze ax, and felt the coldness of the tentacles.

"Patriarch, the enemy army is attacking! Please get ready and go to the Kingdom of God fearlessly! We will follow you on the road together!"

The new family samurai leader fell on the ground and said sincerely.

Russian nodded. He crossed the copper ax in his hand and put it on his neck, feeling the sharp ax tip, his skin was slightly prickly. Then, he closed his eyes and shouted loudly.

"For the glory of the gods!"

After a while, the sound of fighting was getting closer and closer, mixed with the continuous sound of bows and arrows piercing the air, and continuous screams. The head of the family samurai raised his head, looked at the "crocodile" Patriarch who seemed to be asleep, was startled, and then prostrated himself on the ground again.

"Patriarch, the enemy army has arrived upstairs! Please go to the Kingdom of God calmly! I will arrange the corpse for you!"

In this quiet moment, Ospai opened his eyes, and scenes of the past came to his mind. He succeeded to the throne when he was young, high-spirited, fought in middle age, and bravely conquered the Terkos tribe and won a big victory. Sweeping the chichimek descendants, the infinite scenery and the flames of resisting the Mexica alliance, the great defeat on the lake. His eyes are full of changing reluctance, and his face is full of infinite sadness.

"For the glory of the kingdom!"

The "crocodile" nobleman shouted again in a deep voice. The injury on his right arm was still aching, and he seemed unable to use his strength just now, so he switched the copper ax in his hand to his left arm. Then, the tip of the ax changed direction and approached the neck again.

A moment later, the sound of fierce fighting came to the door, and the wild cries of the Mexica were clearly audible.

"Capture the god-born marshal alive and sacrifice to the supreme god!"

Then, there was a crisp "click" when the flag broke.

Looking at the patriarch who was as quiet as a sculpture, the family samurai leader showed despair. He fell on the ground and knocked hard several times.

"Patriarch, the handsome flag has been broken, and the enemy is in sight! Please go to the Kingdom of God with dignity! I will go ahead and die for the family!"

After finishing speaking, the family samurai leader stood up from the ground, turned around resolutely, and went to kill outside the door. Not long after, there was a dying howl.

Ospei opened his eyes to look, let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes again.

"For the glory of the family!"

This time, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and just waited to recite a dying poem, and the "crocodile" family would end!

Outside the attic door, "Black Wolf" Toltek smashed to death the rushing warrior chief with two sticks. Immediately, he looked inside the door, and saw the enemy marshal in fine clothes closing his eyes, holding his battle ax horizontally, about to kill himself.

Out of respect for the samurai who went to death, Toltek held a baton, stopped, and stood solemnly at the door. He is looking forward to the brilliant blooming of the bright red flower, and waiting for the beautiful withering of the warrior's life. After a while, the enemy marshal still maintained the posture of committing suicide, but slightly cut some skin with the tip of the axe, leaving a faint bloodstain on his neck.

Toltek was stunned for a moment, and then swear words angrily! He strode forward and slapped Ospai on the left shoulder with the frontless side of his baton. The "crocodile" nobleman cried out in pain, was knocked down to the ground, and dropped the copper ax in his left hand as if in relief, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Black Wolf" was furious, and he slapped Ospai twice with his backhand, angrily angrily said.

"You bluffing ratfish! Put on a hero's stance, but you can't cut your neck for a long time!"

Ospai cried out in pain, staring at his eyes, with bruised palm prints on his face. He did make up his mind, but he thought that the family that had been passed down for hundreds of years was about to perish, and his heart was in such a mess that he couldn't think of a dying poem.

Toltek let out his anger freely, and then grabbed the lapel of Ospai's shirt, laughing loudly.

"I, Toltek, captured the enemy marshal alive!"

"Black Wolf" took out the hemp rope around his waist, tied Ospai up like a crocodile, and dragged him directly to the roof. Then, he waved the broken marshal's flag with one hand, pulled Ospei from the ground with the other, and shouted with all his strength.

"I, Toltek, captured the enemy marshal alive!"

At the passage under the southern city wall, thousands of Tarasco warriors and militiamen were still desperately resisting, but suddenly they heard the sky-shattering roar from the tall buildings. The defenders above and below the city looked up, only to see the broken "crocodile" flag and the captured Marshal in Chinese clothes.

At this moment, the resistance of Tarasco's defenders suddenly stagnated, and complete despair appeared in their eyes. Moments later, like water falling from a waterfall, there was a meaningless shout, and the defenders of the fortress finally collapsed!

Dozens of nobles fled in all directions with their personal guards, fighting towards the way they thought they could escape. Hundreds of samurai formed a spear formation to resist stubbornly, and were shot to death by the gathered archers. Five thousand militiamen surrendered directly to the ground, shouting and begging for mercy!

The long siege lasted for half a day, the entangled fighting lasted for several moments, and the complete collapse was only in this moment. Within two moments of the collapse, there was no longer any resistance in the city.

A messenger hurried out of the city and reported to Shulot in a loud voice.

"Your Highness, Toltek captured the enemy marshal alive! The Hekou Fortress has fallen!"

As the sun set, facing the fallen fortress, the young commander laughed loudly. He laughed frankly and happily, heartily, and shook the world with his laughter!

The hearty laughter drifted away, falling into the ears of the guards, and falling into the heart of the samurai, it also shocked people's hearts.

After half a year of confrontation and two months of siege, the Mexica Northern Army finally captured the fortress at the mouth of the river. This is the strongest and hardest fortress of the Tarascos, and it has never been captured by foreigners. When the army broke through here, it was like a boiled turkey egg breaking the egg shell. Next, there is the vast southern shore of Lake Quetzeo, which is soft and flimsy egg white. There is also the rich Patzcuaro Lake District, which is the best egg yolk in the kingdom, and delicious meals are just around the corner!

With a bold heart, Xiulot strode towards the fortress. As soon as he stepped into the fortress, "Black Wolf" Toltek dragged Ospai over. At this moment, the "crocodile" aristocrat's hair was disheveled, his face was ashen, and he was full of despair.

"Your Highness, I salute you! I, Toltek, present you the enemy's marshal. This battle has been won!"

Toltek was in high spirits, knelt down on one knee, and shouted with his head raised.

The young commander laughed out loud. He took two steps forward, lifted "Hei Lang" up, and then patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

"Okay, as expected of my black wolf! Capture the enemy marshal alive, this battle should be the first achievement!"

Then, the corners of Xiulot's mouth raised, with a half-smile. He approached the "crocodile" nobleman who was kneeling on the ground, looked at his disgraced old opponent, and said with a brooding smile.

"Ospai, I heard that you once made an oath to take me and Bertard as subordinates?"

The "crocodile" nobleman's face turned blue and red. He raised his head slightly, showing his final toughness.

"Your Highness, if you want to kill it, kill it, the descendant of the crocodile will not be humiliated!"

Hearing this, Toltek stood up straight away, grabbed Ospei by the collar, and punched hard on the side of the waist under the ribs. The "crocodile" noble screamed in pain, and then curled up into a shrimp.

"You ratfish! You haven't died after killing yourself for a long time, and you're still here to imitate water geese!"

Hearing Toltek's words, Shulot's heart moved. He looked at the expression of Russian Pai again, and then said.

"Hei Lang, you drag him around the fortress to frighten the surrendering enemy warriors and militiamen! Be careful to save his life!"

Toltek complied proudly, exerted strength in his hand, and dragged Ospai away.

Then, Shulot boarded the top of the city, looked at the smoky traces, and looked at the flames burning somewhere in the fortress, and summoned the veteran Etalik who had been waiting for a long time.

"Etalik, this time you have contributed to breaking the city, but you can only be ranked third! I will keep your credit in my heart. Now, quickly go to collect the food and grass in the city, send the temple guards to garrison, and then extinguish the city. Flame. In addition, a batch of food and supplies will be allocated from the seized to appease the Chichimek descendants who have suffered heavy casualties.

The army came hundreds of miles away, and the food road was difficult. Obtaining one load of food from the enemy can reduce the burden on the capital by three loads! "

"Your Highness, you are the future head of the family, and you will obey all your wishes! This battle will be victorious, and the sun will shine in the sky. Your prestige will spread throughout the world!"

Hearing this, Etalik didn't mind, and nodded respectfully. Immediately, he sincerely praised and turned around to get busy.

Xiulot nodded slightly, the veteran of the family is always safe. Then, he looked at the passage below the city. Most of the God's Blessed Legion that went up first were covered in blood, and the warriors probably suffered heavy casualties.

At this time, these devout Otomi warriors were full of murderous intent. Holding the talisman of the Lord God in one hand and the captives on the ground in the other, they forced Tarasco's militiamen to convert. As long as someone dares to refuse to pray to the main god, it will be a blow to the head and kill him on the spot.

Seeing the piety from the heart of the Divine Blessed Legion, Shulot nodded secretly. He thought for a while, and attracted Natalie, who had bright red leather armor and red eyes.

"Pious Commander Natalie, the God's Blessed Legion entered the fortress first, and this battle should be considered a second success!"

Natalie closed her eyes, prayed silently for a moment, and calmed down the killing emotion. After a while, he opened his eyes calmly, and nodded slowly like a sculpture.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your great love. Praise the Lord God! We conquered strong cities for Him, and we spread glory for Him!"

"Praise the Lord God!"

Shulot saluted solemnly, and then asked.

"Natali, the God's Blessed Legion suffered a lot of casualties, what kind of reward do you want?"

The young legion commander looked solemn. He thought for a moment and said firmly.

"Your Highness, please offer sacrifices to the god-blessed warriors who died in battle, and lead them to the Kingdom of God. Please, Your Highness, heal the injured legionaries and place them in the northern wooden castle for recuperation. Finally, please let us participate in the conversion ceremony of the Tarascos, and spread the word Glory to the Lord God!"

Hearing these straightforward requests, Xiuluo nodded and laughed with satisfaction.

"Okay, God's Blessed Legion is my loyal subordinate, as it should be! You and the priests go to light the holy fire first, mix blood wine, and the conversion ceremony will begin immediately!"

Finally, the young commander looked around. In the mottled fortress, there are dilapidated buildings, coagulated blood, and fallen corpses everywhere. The air was full of thick blood, mixed with burning smoke. Only the strong city wall of bluestone still stands at the key Leman River estuary, displaying new defensive power!

Shulot boarded the watchtower, and the seething fortress gradually quieted down. Behind the city wall, Tarasco's militiamen were full of fear and panic, kneeling on the ground and forming a sea of ​​people, at least five thousand in number. Inside and outside the city walls, tens of thousands of Mexica warriors occupy the key points, with murderous intent on their faces.

The young commander smiled and raised his arms. Tens of thousands of people raised their arms at the same time, waved their weapons, and cheered like thunder. This is the victorious army!

Amidst the cheers that shook the sky, Shulot looked to the south. There are mighty rivers and lakes, vast plains, dense villages, and prosperous towns. All the way south from Lake Queteo, beyond the isolated Huayamo Fortress, is the capital of the Tarascos!

Thinking of this, the young commander laughed loudly, the road ahead is already smooth! His heart was surging, and he recited aloud, while the guards beside him knelt down to record.

"I came to the lake, I saw people, I conquered kingdoms!"

At the end of December, the Northern Mexica Army captured the fortress at the mouth of the river, and the northern line of Tarasco was broken through and fell. The army had only rested for three days, and Xiu Luote gathered the navy again, transported the main force of the North Road, and made a large-scale landing on the south bank of Lake Kuetseo.

Tens of thousands of Mexica troops then drove straight in without stopping, while the remaining local militia fled. On the first day of the New Year, the Northern Route Army finally arrived at Huayamo, the fortress, and entered the Patzcuaro Lake area, which was only more than a hundred miles away from the copper capital Qincongcan. When such shocking news came, the Kingdom of Tarasco was shaken up and down, and life and death were at stake!

Ah, I've been a little busy recently, and I'll add a chapter that I owe later, (_).