Aztec Eternals

"Aztec Eternal (

The sunset falls on the tall buildings, reflecting the golden silhouettes, outlining the tragic end of the hero. The strong wind blew the flag, and the sound of "huahua" sounded like the footsteps of death.

The "crocodile" noble Ospie stood upstairs, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was heaving. He stared at the west, watching the flags of gods and nobles fall one after another, listening to the sound of fierce fighting in the distance approaching quickly, but he could no longer send any blocking forces. At this moment, the fall of the fortress is a foregone conclusion!

Even though he had been prepared for a long time, the Marshal of the North was still desperate and screamed in pain.

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

"Patriarch! Ximen has fallen, the general situation is not good, please let us **** you to retreat first!"

A family warrior, covered in blood, rushed back from the front in the west and fell directly at the feet of Russian, shouting anxiously.

"Escape? Where to escape?! The fief of the 'crocodile' is inherited here, and the capital has no place to live. The gods and ancestors are watching me! I have already made a promise to live and die together with the fortress!"

Speaking of this, the "crocodile" noble suddenly became excited. He couldn't help pulling out the copper axe around his waist, staring outside the southern city, facing the "Black Wolf" flag of the Mexicans, slashing several times with force and scolding.

"Die! Go to die! If you pursued on the river that day, you should stop until you die, and chop you into several pieces!..."

Ospie's face was hideous, and he cursed for only a moment, and another family samurai rushed over, shedding blood all the way.

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

Through the attic, the "crocodile" noble looked down, and the high floors were surrounded by fanatical enemy samurai. A young samurai leader set up a bow and shot arrows to kill his own guards with precision, and the air was full of blood.

"Go to hell!" Ospie took out his longbow and set it up to shoot arrows. His hands trembled violently and were a little unstable. This arrow only killed a bow-wielding militiaman. The young warrior downstairs heard the wind, and his subconscious flashed quickly, showing great martial arts. Then, he raised his eyes and looked up, but it was Jianmei staring eyes, confident and sharp.

"Ah, why are there so many warriors in the Mexicans! Well, I am determined to die, why should I kill the warriors!"

The "crocodile" aristocrat was suddenly powerless and in despair. He threw away the longbow in his hand, held the copper axe again, stroked the bronze axe face, and felt the coldness of the tentacles.

"Patriarch, the enemy is attacking! Please prepare yourself and go to the kingdom of God fearlessly! We will follow you on the road!"

The new family samurai chief fell to the ground and said sincerely.

Russian nodded. He crossed the copper axe in his hand and placed it on his neck, feeling the sharp tip of the axe, his skin tingling slightly. 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 breaking through the air, and the constant screams. The family knight raised his head, looked at the "crocodile" patriarch who seemed to be asleep, froze, and persuaded again.

"Patriarch, the enemy army has arrived upstairs! Please go to the kingdom of God calmly! I will sort out the body for you!"

At this quiet moment, Ospie opened his eyes, and scenes of the past came to his mind. He succeeded to the throne when he was young, with high spirits, and he fought in middle age. Sweeping out the Chichimek breed, infinite scenery... and the fire that resisted the Mexica Union, the great defeat on the lake... His eyes were changing with reluctance, and his face was infinite sadness.

"For the glory of the kingdom!"

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

After a while, the sound of fierce fighting came to the door, and the frantic cries of the Mexicans were clearly audible.

"Capture the marshal of the gods alive and sacrifice to the supreme god!"

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

Looking at the head of the family, who was as quiet as a sculpture, the chief warrior of the family looked desperate. He fell to the ground and knocked heavily.

"Patriarch, the handsome flag has been broken, and the enemy is right in front of you! Please go to the kingdom of God with dignity! I will go first and die for the family!"

After finishing speaking, the family samurai chief stood up from the ground, turned around resolutely, and killed outside the door. After a while, there was a dying howl.

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

"For the honor of the family!"

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

Outside the attic door, "Black Wolf" Toltec smashed the attacking warrior chief with two sticks. Immediately, he looked inside the door, and the enemy marshal in Chinese clothes was closing his eyes, holding the battle axe horizontally, and he was about to kill himself.

Out of respect for the samurai's death, Toltec stopped and stood solemnly at the door with his battle stick in hand. He was looking forward to the brilliant bloom of the bright red flower, waiting for the beauty of the samurai's life to fade away. 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.

Toltec was stunned for a moment, and then he uttered an angry swear word! He dashed forward, using a battle stick without a front. A violent slap on the left shoulder of Russian. The "crocodile" nobleman cried out in pain, was knocked to the ground, dropped the copper axe in his left hand in relief, and waited for the judgment of fate.

"Black Wolf" was furious, and slapped Russia twice with his backhand, and scolded angrily.

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

Ospie groaned in pain, with gold stars in his eyes, and bruised palm prints on his face. He really made up his mind, just thinking that the family that has been inherited for a hundred years is about to perish, and his heart is chaotic, and he can't think of a dying poem...

Toltec let out a sigh of anger, then grabbed the collar of Ospie and laughed.

"I Toltec captured the enemy marshal alive!"

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

"I Toltec captured the enemy marshal alive!"

At the passage under the southern city wall, thousands of Tarasco's warriors and militiamen were still desperately resisting, but suddenly they heard the sky-shattering roar from the tall building. The defenders on the city and below the city looked up and saw only the broken "crocodile" flag and the captured marshal in Chinese clothing.

At this moment, the resistance of the Tarrasco defenders suddenly stopped, and there was complete despair in their eyes. After a short while, like the water falling from the waterfall, it slammed into a meaningless shout, and the defenders of the fortress finally collapsed!

Dozens of nobles fled with their personal guards, killing what they thought was the escape route. Hundreds of samurai formed a spear formation to fight stubbornly, and were immediately shot to death by the assembled archers. Five thousand militiamen directly fell to the ground and surrendered, shouting and begging for mercy!

The long siege lasted for half a day, the entangled fighting lasted for several seconds, and the complete collapse was only at this moment. It took only a moment to collapse, and there was no more resistance in the city.

A messenger hurried out of the city and reported back to Sherlot loudly.

"His Royal Highness, Toltec captured the enemy marshal alive! The estuary fortress has fallen!"

As the sun went down, facing the fallen fortress, the young commander laughed out loud. He laughed cheerfully and happily, laughed heartily, and shook the world with laughter!

The hearty laughter drifted far away, falling in the ears of the guards, and in the hearts of the samurai, and it also made people's hearts shake.

After six months of confrontation and two months of siege, the Northern Mexican Army finally captured the estuary fortress. This is the strongest and hardest shell of the Tarrasco, and it has never been captured by foreigners. When the army breaks here, it is like a boiled turkey egg breaking its shell. Next, there is the vast south bank of Lake Quetzeo, the soft, weak egg whites. There is also the rich Patzcuaro Lake District, which is the best egg yolk in the kingdom, and a delicious meal is just around the corner!

With a boldness in his chest, Shulot strode towards the fortress. As soon as he stepped into the fortress, "Black Wolf" Toltec came dragging Ossip. At this moment, the "crocodile" noble's hair was messy, his face was ashen, and he was full of embarrassment.

"His Royal Highness, greetings to you! I, Toltec, present to you the enemy marshal, a great victory in this battle!"

Toltec was in high spirits, knelt down on one knee, and shouted.

The young commander laughed out loud. He took two steps forward, held up "Black Wolf", and then patted the other person's shoulder vigorously.

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

Then, the corners of Shilot's mouth rose, half a smile. He approached the "crocodile" nobleman who was kneeling on the ground, looked at his disgraced old rival, and smiled bitterly.

"Ospie, I heard that you made an oath to accept Bertard and me as subordinates?"

The "Crocodile" nobleman's face flushed red. He raised his head slightly, showing his last toughness.

"His Royal Highness, if you want to kill it, kill it, the **** of the crocodile can't be humiliated!"

Hearing this, Toltec stood up directly, grabbed the collar of Russian, and punched suddenly at the waist under the ribs. The "crocodile" noble screamed in pain, and then curled up into shrimp.

"You rat fish! You haven't died after killing yourself for a long time, and you are still here to learn how to be tough!"

Hearing Toltec's words, Shirot's heart moved. He looked at Ospie's expression again, and then said.

"Black Wolf, drag him along, wandering around the fortress, to frighten the surrendering enemy warriors and militia! Be careful to save his life!"

Toltec arrogantly complied with his promise, exerting strength in his hands, and dragged the Russians away.

Then, Shirot climbed to the top of the city, looked at the traces of smoke and flames, and looked at the flames that ignited somewhere in the fortress, attracting the long-awaited veteran Etalic.

"Etaliq, this time you have made great achievements in breaking the city, but you can only rank third! I will take your credit in my heart. Now, hurry up and pack up the food and grass in the lower city, send the temple guards to guard, and then extinguish the city. Flame. In addition, another batch of food supplies was allocated from the seized to appease the Chichimek dog who suffered heavy casualties.

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

"His Royal Highness, you are the future head of the family, and obey all your will! This battle is won, the red sun is in the sky, and your prestige will spread all over the world!"

Hearing this, Etalik didn't mind, and nodded respectfully. Immediately, he sincerely praised the mouth, turned around and went to work.

Shulot nodded slightly, the family's veteran is always safe. Then, he looked at the passage under the city, most of Xian Deng's Divine Blessed Legion was covered in blood, and the warriors were afraid that there would be a lot of casualties.

At this time, the killing intent of these devout Otomi warriors was boiling. Holding the talisman of the Lord God in one hand, they grabbed the prisoners on the ground in the other, and forced the militiamen in Tarasco to convert. As long as someone dared to refuse to pray to the Lord God, they would be hit in the head and killed on the spot.

Seeing the sincerity of the Divine Blessing Legion, Shirot nodded secretly. He thought about it for a while, and summoned Natalie with bright red leather armor and red eyes.

"The devout head of Natalie, God's Blessed Legion entered the fortress first, this battle should be regarded as the second credit!"

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

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. Praise the Lord God! We have captured a fortified city for Him, and we have spread glory for Him!"

"Praise the Lord God!"

Sherlot greeted solemnly, and then asked.

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

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

"Please worship the fallen samurai warriors and lead them to the kingdom of God. Please treat the injured legion comrades and place them in the northern wooden castle for cultivation. Finally, please let us participate in the conversion ceremony of the Tarasco people and spread the word. The glory of the Lord God!"

Hearing these unremarkable requests, Shulot nodded and laughed with satisfaction.

"Okay, God's Blessing Legion is my loyal subordinate, as it should be! You and the priests go to light the holy fire first~www.readwn.com~ prepare blood wine, and the conversion ceremony will be held immediately!"

Finally, the young commander looked around. In the mottled fortress, there are broken buildings, coagulated blood, and fallen corpses. The air was full of thick blood, mixed with burning smoke. Only the solid city wall of bluestone still stands at the key Leman estuary, exerting a new defense force!

Shilot went up to the watchtower, and the boiling fortress gradually quieted down. Behind the city wall, Tarrasco's militiamen were full of fear and fear, and fell to their knees into 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 positions, and their faces are full of killing intent.

The young commander smiled and raised his arms. Tens of thousands of people raised their arms at the same time, waved their weapons, and gave thunderous cheers. This is the army of victory!

In the cheers of the sky, Shulot looked to the south. There are vast rivers and lakes, vast plains, densely populated villages, and prosperous towns. Going all the way south from Lake Quetzeo, past the isolated Huayamo fortress, is the capital of Tarasco!

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

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

At the end of December, the Mexican Northern Route Army captured the estuary fortress, and the northern line of Tarasco was breached and fell. After the army rested for only three days, Shilot gathered the navy again, transported the main force of the North Road, and landed on the south bank of Lake Quetzeo.

Tens of thousands of Mexican troops rushed in without stopping, and the remaining local militiamen fled. On the first day of the new year, the Northern Route Army finally arrived at the fortress Huayamo and entered the Patzcuaro Lake District, which was only more than 100 miles away from the copper capital Qincongcan. When such shocking news came, the Kingdom of Tarasco was completely shaken up and down, and survival was only at the end of the day!