Aztec Eternals

"Aztec Eternal (

The burning smoke drifted from the vicinity of the water gate, bringing the unique volcanic smell of sulfur, as if communicating with the underground kingdom of hell. The slanted sunset fell from the top of the city, illuminating a bright and warm golden light, as if connecting with the kingdom of God in the sky.

At this moment, the sturdy water gate suddenly fell, and the Mexican army rushed forward, like a blessing from the gods, and attacked the weak Xicheng in one fell swoop! All the defenders in the fortress faced an inevitable and difficult choice: should they fight fiercely and go to the underground kingdom of hell, or surrender and sacrifice and go to the kingdom of gods in the sky?

The old militiaman Chiwako crouched at the head of the city, hesitating for a long time between the kingdom of the underworld and the kingdom of God. After a while, he finally plucked up the courage to choose not to go at all and try to live in the world! He took out the herbal bag that only smelled of blood, took two deep breaths again, and looked at the fighting in the city.

The Mexica fleet roared and moved like the wind. Dozens of large boats pass through the water gate and follow the narrow boating channel to the wide and deep mooring pool. There are also dozens of docked Tarrasco boats, all unattended at this time, tied to the pool at will.

Since the water gate of the estuary fortress was blocked, the remaining Tarasco navy tried to break through several times, and escaped many boats before and after, but the navy's establishment almost disappeared. As a result, the remaining boats were neglected and fell into the eyes of some nobles.

The attacking boat didn't stop, holding the feather arrows that gradually reacted from the city head, like a crocodile rushing fiercely, rushed into the pool, and then rushed directly to the edge of the pool!

Then, the fierce veteran Etalik took the lead and jumped from the bow. He skillfully wielded a battle stick, and from an unpredictable angle, he quickly killed several blocked enemy militiamen. Then, after a brief inspection, he led his personal guards to the nearest high platform and beheaded the garrisoned militiamen.

After ascending the high platform, the commander of the Temple Guard observed the surroundings for a moment again, took out the famous "Aztec Death Whistle", and then blew it hard, making a terrifying and shrill whistle!

The sharp whistle is so terrifying, like the cry of a night ghost, and like the call of death, it penetrates the eardrums of everyone around. At the terrifying whistle, the militiamen of Tarrasco instantly froze, and they were terrified!

This death whistle resembles a shrunken skeleton. It is a special instrument of the Mexica Temple Guard and has always been used in sacrifices and wars. It can emit high-frequency sound waves, deterring enemies within tens of meters.

The Temple Guards who landed one after another were well-trained and unaffected. They were fully armed, jumped off the boat, and quickly dispersed the panicked militia around them. Then, the guards raised their large shields and gathered in units of a hundred people, while looking at the commander on the high platform.

Veteran Etalek smiled fiercely and nodded slightly.

Holding his battle stick, he first faced the city wall, and moved to the left and right of the western city wall. Then, he faced the inner side of the southern city again, and pointed to the marshal's banner on the attic. The Temple Guards were quickly divided into three teams, killing in three directions without stopping. Subsequent reinforcements came ashore through the water gate, and followed in the footsteps of the pioneers.

Soon, a full 1,500 Temple Guards jumped off the boat one after another, shouting the names of the gods and killing in different directions. These devout and fierce warriors swooped in the alleys of the city and climbed the corridors of the city wall. They waved their sticks vigorously, beheading the militiamen who were blocking them. At the moment when the reserves in the city are exhausted, this is a majestic force that cannot be resisted!

After the Temple Guard, "Black Wolf" Toltec was in high spirits, standing on the bow with a bow. He led more than a thousand longbow militiamen, and the second group rushed into the city.

As soon as Fang entered the city, the young warrior of the sharp shot looked around and raised his brows. He saw hundreds of Tarrasco warriors rushing in from the city for support, followed by hundreds of militiamen.

Most of these warriors were dressed in plain clothes, embroidered with the family crest of turkeys, and their expressions were full of unease and tragic grief. Under the order of the "Turkey" noble Kukuna, they suddenly shouted, praising the name of the moon goddess Haratana, and fought with the temple guards who broke into the city.

"Turkey" noble Kukuna looked worried, looking at the battle situation in front of him. The head of the southern city wall has been lost, and the army is fighting fiercely on the corridor, struggling to maintain it. The marshal was trapped in the watchtower in the city, and in vain dispatched the increasingly thin troops. And now, the west side of the water gate has suddenly fallen, and he can only rely on him to bring the remaining samurai militia to support the death.

"The water gate has been lost, and the situation is becoming more and more dangerous! Those hidden boats are not available now. Perhaps, it is time to choose to surrender to the Mexicans!"

Kukuna, dressed gorgeously, stepped up to the high platform next to him and reviewed the battle in the alley again. The enemy's Temple Guards were high morale and very tough. The supporting samurai and militia could only form a defensive formation. On the front line of the battle, battle sticks hit cotton armor, spears pierced shields, and the battle was temporarily stalemate, but gradually tilted towards the Mexicans. Then, he straightened up, looked at the situation of the enemy at the water gate, and his eyes shrank suddenly.

"Hey!" A feather arrow pierced through the sky, and a harsh wind sounded, followed by a loud roar.

"Middle head!"

"Pfft", Kukuna's face suddenly stiffened, and then extreme pain appeared. He tried his best to open his mouth, but only made a hissing sound of "hoho", and countless blood foam flew out. Then, the "Turkey" noble stretched out his hand, touched the throat with the arrow stuck in it tremblingly, and tried to hold down the gushing blood, but it was all in vain!

Kukuna struggled for a few breaths, then fell slantingly, and never moved again. Seeing the scene of the head of the family falling, the warriors of the family who were still fighting were stunned for a moment, and then collapsed. The warriors fled in panic, leaving only the hundreds of militiamen who had knelt down and surrendered.

Seeing the target hit, Toltec "Black Wolf" nodded proudly. Immediately, he turned around and looked at the city head again. Hundreds of Temple Guards rushed up from the passages on both sides and were fighting with more than a thousand Tarasco militiamen at the top of the city. There are dozens of warrior backbones among these militiamen, who are calling loudly to organize a recalcitrant gun formation.

Toltec raised his bow again, along with the longbow militiamen beside him, and shot towards the city. "Shu, ssh, ssh" The three rounds of feathered arrows galloped like lightning, directly killing more than 20 warriors and hundreds of militiamen. Under the blow of the bow and arrow from the rear, the city head fell into complete chaos, and the Tarasco defenders were on the verge of falling, and they would soon be completely disintegrated.

The "Black Wolf" looked down for a moment, then shot an arrow at random, killing one of the militiamen in the probe. Afterwards, he didn't stop, and he took the hundreds of shooters with his personal guards and also rushed towards the flag of the enemy marshal, which was the center of glory!

The old militiaman Chiwako shrank at the front of the city, looking carefully down the city through the gap in the corpse. Beside him was a militia subordinate who had just been shot dead by an arrow. Seeing that the young warrior leader led the archers away, he breathed a sigh of relief and summoned the six fellow villagers who were hiding on the wall again.

Wizti looked left and right, and said anxiously.

"Uncle, the Mexicans on the left and right are about to be killed! There are only a few dozen gentlemen left in the city, and the militiamen will not last long. Everyone will be cut into pieces of pumpkin!"

The old militiaman took a sip, took out a bundle of ropes from the earthen platform guarding the city, and shouted in a low voice.

"The woods, the gentlemen have all gone to die, and now I am the biggest one! Come and help me, tie this thick rope to the wall, and then hang it down the city. Those Mexican fleets patrolling the lake, all All of them are coming into the city. Now is a good time to escape!"

Everyone's desperate faces brightened, and they all bowed their heads and worked together. As soon as everyone tied the rope and went down the city, they heard a low voice.

"You bunch of weeds in the wind, but your hands and feet are sharp and tight!"

Chiwako's heart tightened, and he raised his head to hear the sound. Immediately, a daisy-like smile appeared on his old face.

"Master noble, you are here!"

In front of the militiamen at the head of the city, a young nobleman had a cold face and messy hair. He was wearing a gorgeous battle suit, covered in blood, and said in a hurried low voice.

"Old man, where's the boat I told you to hide?! The fortress is about to fall. Quickly protect me out of the city and go to the capital to report!"

The old militiaman looked at the battle stick in the hands of the young nobleman, then looked at the other party's battle uniform, and nodded hastily.

"Sir, the boat is hidden in the reeds by the lake, and the Mexicans have not found it. From this rope, it can hang down to the top of the city. There are no large patrol boats on the lake now, and we will **** you away!"

The young noble nodded slightly. He took a dozen steps to the left and right, loudly ordering the samurai and militiamen who were in the chaos to quickly go to the passage to resist. Then, he returned quickly, grabbed the rope, and was the first to slip from the city head, escaping the doomed fortress. Then, the old militia slid down the second, and the sound of fighting in the city suddenly became distant. Wizti slipped down for the third time, and the brutal blood and slaughter seemed to be isolated in another world.

In this unobtrusive corner, several militiamen slid down quickly, and in front of them was the lakeside full of reeds. The old militiaman looked at the back, lowered his head and asked softly.

"Master, is there anyone else behind?"

The young nobleman said with grief and anger on his face, gritted his teeth.

"Father has died in battle! The honorable 'Turkey' family withered with glory, and now I am the only one left. Old man, hurry up! Let's set off quickly and go to the great copper capital!"

Hearing that the young nobleman was alone and the request to go to the Copper Capital, the downcast face of the old militiaman changed slightly. When he looked up, he was full of respectful and submissive smiles.

"Okay, sir, the boat is in that direction!"

The young noble didn't stop, and with two militiamen, he moved forward quickly. Behind him, Wezti asked in a low voice.

"Uncle, what should I do with this rope?"

The old militiaman raised his head and saw a militiaman guarding the city who had just discovered this passage and was falling from above. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

"Stay! The one who can escape is one."

Then, the old militiaman bowed his head slightly and said quickly.

"Stupid wood, be careful on the way and look at that noble man."

After speaking, without waiting for Wizti to react, the old militia turned around and followed the direction of the young noble.

Amidst the shouts that were gradually moving away, a group of eight people quickly came to the lake. An old militiaman dragged out a worn-out canoe from a sunken hole in the earth. All of them boarded together, and struggled to enter the wide Lake Quetzeo, and they were about to flee to the south.

Outside the water gate, two small Mexica boats that were swimming stopped abruptly, and the militiamen on the boat looked at the lake for a moment, and then quickly rowed here. The Tarrasco militiamen were nervous and rowed their oars quickly. It's a pity that the young nobles on the boat did not know how to row a boat, and they just took up the weight in vain and didn't play any role.

Without taking a few dozen steps, the two Mexican boats chased closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, they were within fifty steps. The appearance of the two boats was clearly visible, and the Mexica militia suddenly burst into a burst of joyful cries. The old militia listened intently, only vaguely hearing titles like "noble" and "bounty".

Hearing this, the old militia's complexion changed and his expression flashed. He raised his head, looked at the nobles in Chinese clothes who were paddling on the boat, and quietly made a color to Wezti. The young militiaman seemed to understand but slowed down his oars, with doubts in his eyes.

"Wild grass, hurry up and row the boat! The inheritance of the 'Turkey' family must not be cut off here!"

Facing the approaching pursuit of the enemy, the young nobleman had a grim expression on his face, and slapped Wizti on the head with his hand. Wizti bowed his head in pain, and the boat shook at the same time.

Right at this moment, something unexpected happened! The old militiaman suddenly put down the oars and pushed hard with both hands, pushing the young noble directly off the bow of the boat and into the icy lake. The young aristocrat couldn't resist, choked on water, and struggled desperately in the lake. The old militia stared coldly at the nobles in the lake for a moment, and then shouted in a low voice.

"Don't look! Hurry up! Run away!"

Several militiamen from the same village looked shocked. After a brief pause, they obeyed the order, waved their oars again, and fled to the depths of Lake Quetzeo.

Behind them, two Mexica boats picked up the young nobles who fell into the water and confirmed the identity of the other nobles. Immediately, the militiamen on the boat quarreled loudly for this rewarding offering, and could no longer care about the escaped militiamen.

The setting sun fell on the lake, and it was golden. The old militiamen rowed their boats and looked longingly to the south, where there is a peaceful and beautiful lake area and a prosperous and rich hometown. He didn't want to go to Tongdu and continue the hopeless battle! He wants to go back to his wife and children, to hide in a remote corner of the country, away from this cruel and **** war!

Behind him, Wizti rubbed his still aching head and tried to look back. The majestic and sturdy estuary fortress is burning with raging flames, and a shocking fight is sounding! The cruelty of blood and fire gradually and quietly moved away, turning into coagulated bloodstains and blue bricks. And the symbol of victory and defeat is gradually becoming clear, just like the flag of the marshal that fell down on the high attic in the city!

With the fall of the "crocodile" flag, the estuary fortress, which has never been captured for more than 100 years, is now falling!