Aztec Eternals

"Qin Cong Can City... This great royal capital has stood for more than ten generations, and it has never fallen... But now..."

Puapu stood dumbfounded by the city gate, like an expressionless pottery sculpture, and his heart was at a loss.

He watched the large crowds of Mexica warriors, lined up in neat rows, penetrating through the open gates of the city. The dark green figures are layered on top of each other, boiling with a high-spirited killing intent, like an unstoppable torrent. In this deep night, thousands of "torrents" held dazzling torches high, as if to burn everything in front of them!

The bright fire was so striking that it lit up the southern sky. The harsh bone whistle blew in the city in an instant, and the militia camp not far away also began to become noisy.

The Mexica warriors surged forward and were soon met with spontaneous resistance from the militias. And under the swing of the battle stick, this resistance was so weak that it was quickly overwhelmed by the merciless tide. The mournful howls continued to sound in the street ahead, and along with the sound of swords clashing, scarlet marks were left on the ground. At this moment, this magnificent and quiet capital suddenly woke up like a dying white deer, and broke out with its final whine!

"It's all because of me..."

A strange feeling rose in the Ash Warrior's heart. It seems that suddenly, I am no longer just a weed in the war, but become so tall, so important, and able to decide everything, just like the sacred cocoa...

"Nekali, who is the inner responder!"

A loud shout suddenly woke Puap up, shattered his short-lived dream, and reduced him to the dust of the times again.

The gray soil warrior heard the news and looked around, and saw not far away, a young warrior with sword-brow and star eyes, carrying a longbow and holding a battle stick in his hand, hurried in from the city gate. Then, Captain Mexica in front of him respectfully saluted and pointed in his direction. The young warrior turned around abruptly, revealing a pair of cold eyes, coming with awe-inspiring power. This face... looks a little familiar.

"You, hurry! Take us to the Palace of Winds!"

With murderous intent in his eyes, Toltec looked at Puap contemptuously, grabbed the other side's jacket, and shouted loudly.

"Lead the way ahead! I, the black wolf Toltec, will make the first contribution! Haha, the marshal is mine, the king is mine, and the chief of Tarasco is also mine!"

Hearing this unforgettable voice, the old militiaman next to him lowered his head in fear, and the nightmare outside the city came to his mind. This is the "Black Wolf Warrior" who once fought! Fear also appeared in Puap's eyes. He answered in a low voice, and silently led the brothers to lead the way. Toltec shouted loudly, and a thousand Mexican vanguards followed with torches aloft.

Qincongcan City has a long history and a vast area. It also has a clear order and strict hierarchy, and is imprinted with the traces of slavery society. From the solid bluestone city wall to the most central "House of Wind" Yakata, the capital can be clearly divided into four areas of different levels.

The outermost layer is a civilian area covering more than 60% of the area, and at this time more than 50,000 villagers, city residents and slaves lived. This is the bottom layer of the royal capital, where the main force of the conscripted militia and the barbarians of Tecos are also stationed.

The roads in the civilian area are complicated, but Puap is familiar with the road, and there is no need to think about it when walking. He has lived in the capital for thirty years, spending most of the time hanging out in this area. The roads here are only a few people wide, and are lined with low, dense thatched huts. Looking around, the large thatched hut was almost completely dark, and there was not a trace of light. Only occasionally heard the suppressed cry of the child, followed by the horrified scolding of the adults.

Toltec raised his shield vigilantly and observed his surroundings. The torches of the march did not stop, and moved forward all the way. The further you go to the center of the city, the wider the road becomes. In the large and simple civilian communities, some tall and contiguous stone houses began to appear, and bonfires were also lit between the houses.

Puapu knew that it was the residence of the civilian samurai family and the small merchants in the capital, and now there were also scattered barbarians and militiamen stationed there. As the war progressed, the Turks became increasingly unruly. In order to control the large number of tribesmen, the chief gave both favors and comforts, and at the same time spread them out as a unit of tribes, and arranged militia stationed nearby, barely maintaining the balance of the capital.

"There are two garrison ahead...one with two hundred militiamen and one with five hundred barbarians."

The Ash Warrior reminded cautiously. Toltec glanced, nodded casually, and did not stop at his feet.

Soon, hundreds of conscripted militiamen appeared on the street. They looked at the Mexican legion coming in, and waved their spears in a panic, trying to set up a gun formation.

Toltec let out a roar, and rushed into it with dozens of guards! He fiercely wielded a battle stick, easily beheading the chaotic militia, and uttered a terrifying roar from time to time. But after dozens of breaths, the militiamen were defeated by the ferocious impact! They dropped their weapons, turned and fled, jamming each other with horrified shouts, before being overtaken by the mighty warriors and falling like thatched to the ground.

In the gradually weaker screams, Chiwako looked calm and walked forward with bare feet. The blood covered the narrow road, soaking the insteps of his feet, feeling a little warm and a little slippery. So, he stopped and looked down slowly.

Under the flickering firelight, there were dying city militiamen everywhere, and icy corpses of villagers everywhere, and the road under his feet had turned bright red. The old militiaman paused for a moment, tightened the spear in his hand again, and continued to move forward.

Not far from the militia station is a wide compound. At this time, the compound was in a hustle and bustle, obviously disturbed by the fierce fighting. Under the leadership of a tribal leader, dozens of Tecos tribesmen rushed out of the courtyard with their hair disheveled, facing the oncoming Mexica legion!

Toltec growled again. He clenched the blood-splattered battle stick, and rushed forward fiercely, smashing to death the nearest enemy one after another.

The head of the tribe widened his eyes, looking at the elite warriors filling the streets, as well as the dark green leather armor on the warriors, his mouth opened in horror. Then, he saw the unstoppable black wolf approaching quickly, with a sudden shudder, he immediately turned around and fled, shouting urgently.

"Surrender! Surrender! Volcano's obedient people are willing to surrender to the mighty Eastern Chief!"

"Black wolf warriors, they are willing to surrender!"

Hearing the cry of the Turks, Puap hurriedly chased after Toltec, shouting and interpreting.

Toltec stopped and frowned slightly. He looked at the tribal leader, who had fled to the hospital, and there were hundreds of tribal militiamen beside him.

"Separate 20 people, keep an eye on the door, and hand it over to the reinforcements behind. Other warriors, move on!"

The vanguard's legion moved forward again, and the number of warriors side by side became more and more, and the buildings on both sides were no longer gray. Sometimes there are squares between the buildings, and in the distance is a fortress-like mansion.

Puapu pursed his lips. This is the area of ​​senior warriors and craftsmen, and it is also where his family is located. The plazas between the buildings are used for both weekday gatherings and often for community trade. And the fortress-like mansion is the official artisan center, where thousands of lifelong artisans are closely monitored. They obeyed the orders of the royal family and produced a huge number of weapons and equipment, which was an important source of the defending army's combat power!

After several battles, the warriors in the capital were severely damaged, and there were not one out of ten. This area is also the most empty, and the Vanguard Legion barely encountered any decent resistance and passed here. Toltec glanced at the huge artisan center from a distance, smacked his lips regretfully, and continued to kill.

Soon, the main road of bluestone appeared at the feet of everyone, and there were many firelights not far away. A group of Tarasco warriors came in a hurry, and before they could form a gun formation, they were killed and scattered by the brave black wolf. Toltec launched a swift attack, and the samurai captain headed by a few slashes to death was as brave as a beast! The pioneer warriors at the rear rushed up immediately, and after a tragic howl, the main road was dyed red with blood.

Chihuaco clenched the spear in his hand and followed in the footsteps of the Mexica vanguard, stepping across the **** battlefield. The red footprints stretched forward, and the vision on both sides suddenly widened. The old militiaman carefully looked at the unfamiliar situations along the way, and couldn't help but wonder.

"This, this is where the great aristocrat lives!...Ah? There are stones everywhere, you can't even see the thatched roof..."

This is already a large noble area in the center of the city, and civilians are not allowed to enter on weekdays, even ordinary civilian warriors. Under the light of the fire, the old militiamen looked around. In the distance was a solid white stone house, near a beautiful well garden, and tall pine and cypress trees on both sides, which made people dazzled and yearned.

The nobles in the city have been alarmed by the change. They quickly summoned the nearby private soldiers and guards, and the garden and the house soon shook, flashing a cold light. There are about a thousand noble private armies in this area, and they are in the hands of dozens of large and small nobles. Under the suppression of the chief, the nobles had no chance to gather at all. At this time, in the face of sudden changes, they can only stick to their own houses and fight each other nervously.

Toltec took a hop, easily dodging the incoming copper spear. Then, he suddenly slammed forward and killed the Tarrasco nobles who rushed forward. The guards on both sides staggered, slashing and slashing, and a private army of nobles blocking the way was destroyed. The black wolf looked around and looked at the private army of the nobles who were on the defensive in the distance. He waved his hand forward and led the army to attack!

There is no need for guidance at this point. The Vanguard Legion followed the obvious main road, ignoring the scattered enemies nearby, and quickly rushed to a thirty-meter-high palace. The splendid lights were lit up and down the palace, bringing the light all night long, and the exquisite attic stood in the distance, like the abode of the gods in the world. Here is the final palace and temple district, the Palace of the Winds in Tarrasco!

The black wolf looked up and frowned deeply. The masonry foundation in front is a few meters long, and the tall steps ascend one after another, holding up a majestic and sturdy wooden and stone palace. The wooden pavilions above the palace are stacked, surrounded by many solid stone buildings. Hundreds of Tarrasco warriors were pouring out of the palace, many wearing the leather armor of hummingbirds. Armed with shields and wielding spears, these loyal family warriors form formations on high ground. Then, someone took out the longbow!

"Shhhhhh!"

A ruthless rain of arrows shot, accompanied by a piercing wind noise, and shot into the leather armor. A scream suddenly sounded beside Toltec, and a dozen Mexica warriors rolled over and fell down in an instant. The black wolf's pupils shrank suddenly, rolled sideways flexibly, and hid in the surrounding houses. He leaned against the wall to observe carefully, only to see hundreds of elite archers huddled on the top of the stone building to shoot arrows!

"Damn, why did the enemy gather so fast?!... The front line raised a shield to charge, and the back line scattered and fired! Then divide two teams of samurai to outflank from both sides!"

Toltec waved the small flag and gave the order loudly. Then, he took off the longbow from his back and just aimed a little, like an arrow of lightning!

"middle!"

"Ah!" An archer let out a short, miserable cry, then fell from the top of the stone building, and then smashed to the ground with a "bang", and the cry stopped abruptly.

"Whoa, whoa!" The Tarasco warriors in front of the palace also started firing arrows in unison. More arrows rained from above, with crossed angles, knocking down dozens of vanguards in the front line. After a while, the warriors in the rear also fired a shower of arrows~www.readwn.com~ A dozen figures fell from the high attic in an instant, bursting with dazzling red.

Soon, more than 300 vanguard warriors rushed up the stone steps with their shields up. They roared and waved their sticks, strangling with the blocking Tarrasco guns, and fell staggered from time to time. At this moment, in front of the magnificent Palace of Winds, the arrows rained fiercely, the swords clashed fiercely, and the breath of death was everywhere!

Behind the Mexica warriors, Puap of the ash earth leaned down and carefully hid beside a house. He looked up and down the fiercely fighting palace, and his heart was full of complications.

As a trusted confidant of the chief, he has been to the Palace of Winds many times, and he has a thorough understanding of the situation here. Of course he knew that the main loyal warriors were gathered here, ready to suppress the nobles in the city at any time. He also knew that there were elite archers arranged on the stone buildings on both sides, and there were emergency passages at the palace wall at the back. He even knew that the chief minister of Hummingbird was in the highest attic, and the heir to the royal family was next to the chief!

Puapu buried all these important information in his heart. He didn't want to tell the Black Wolf Warrior, nor did he tell anyone else, except...

In the rain of howling arrows, the old militiaman Chiwako carefully raised his shield, followed the shadow of the wall, and cautiously groped. Behind him were more than a dozen cronies militiamen, all wearing hummingbird leather armor and holding sharp bronze spears.

"Master, are you ready? As I said before...it's time to go..."

"call..."

Puap took a deep breath and took a deep breath of the sweet and fishy wind. At this moment, a strange light flashed in his eyes, like a wolf transformed from a dog.

"Let's go... God bless..."

"Okay. God bless you."

Chiwaco smiled, his feet red. His low prayers scattered in the air, as dark as night.