The fire gradually ignited in the majestic capital city, and the night wind brought distant sounds. There were various boiling shouts and hoarse howls everywhere, as if the end was coming.
"Look south!"
Chihuaco stopped. He stood on the high stone steps outside the palace and looked at the southern city, which was reflected red by the torches. A dark green torrent was surging forward, with no end in sight and no way to stop it, until it swept the city along the way.
Everything is submerged.
Puap heard the sound and went away, watching the torrent branching and spreading, reaching the palace and temple area at the front, revealing a tough and solemn Mexica warrior wearing leather armor. He sighed in surprise.
"Oh God! So many! They are all warriors!"
Chihuaco nodded solemnly.
"There are too many warriors in the south! When the army enters the city, they are like a group of hungry wild wolves, always ready to hunt. If we go to the south, wearing the leather armor of the kingdom, we will run into warriors from nowhere.
...I'm afraid that before I can take out the jade talisman and explain, I will be torn into pieces by the wolves...Go to the east! We must leave the city as soon as possible to see His Highness the Mexica!"
Hearing this, Puap lowered his head and looked at the leather armor on his body. At this moment, the hummingbird's family pattern was so dazzling. He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and asked in a deep voice.
"Throw away this leather armor?"
"No, tonight, an extra layer of leather armor will give you more vitality... Silly wood, bring the clothes I prepared and put on a layer of robes for everyone."
After hearing the old uncle's instructions, Weitz took out a cloth bag and opened it, which contained more than a dozen civilian-style black robes. Puap's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Chihuaco, who was well prepared, and saw the look on his face.
Always smiling. Soon, everyone put on their black robes, as if they blended into the shadow of the night, becoming less noticeable.
"Walk!"
A dozen people carried bamboo baskets and trophies on their backs, and left in a hurry. The magnificent Palace of Winds was still full of lights, but the fierce fighting sounds gradually died out in the wind. Then, an angry shout suddenly exploded, like the cry of a heroic spirit.
Roaring, echoing around the palace!
"Ah! Who is it? Stealing my Black Wolf's military exploits!"
Chihuaco looked back with a smile on his face. The front of the palace a few hundred steps away was stained with blood. Hundreds of warriors lay scattered on the cold stone steps, turning into equally cold corpses. Bright colors
The hummingbirds landed on the damaged leather armor, reflecting the lights of the tall buildings all night long, like a beautiful picture scroll.
The old militiaman's eyes sparkled and he paused for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at Puap, then silently took out a pea and quietly scattered it into the wind.
"All the samurai from the chief family are here..."
"Lao Qi, what did you say?"
"I said, hurry up and go, the Mexican warriors are going to the temple!"
Puap looked up and saw that the "House of Wind" Yakata, which was tens of meters high, stood in the center of the royal capital, and the blazing holy fire was lit at the top of the towering tower! The priests of the three gods were smoking sacred smoke.
Around the holy fire that never sleeps, they dance wildly and obsessively, with yellow powder floating away from time to time. The priest's song comes from afar, as shrill as a dying night owl. Soon, the unwilling howl disperses into the wind, and again
Mixed with the last desperate prayer. And among the prayers, there are also the fanatical shouts of the Mexicans!
"Kill the three gods! The Lord God is supreme! Glory to the warriors of God's battle!"
The black shadow of the pyramid is majestic. In the projected black shadow, thousands of Mexican legions surrounded the "House of Winds". The shining war sticks were waving and fighting, and they rushed to the top layer by layer; howling
A hail of arrows shot up, knocking the guards of the temple to the ground.
There were only a few hundred warriors in the temple, and they did not have powerful longbows in their hands. They threw javelins and stones in vain, and their numbers quickly decreased in the fighting. Soon, the Mexican Legion rushed to the top!
"The three gods are calling us! The Stone of the Dead opens the door to the Moon God! The blue fire is the way to the kingdom of the gods!"
The leader of the old priests gave a last shout! Then, he threw the torch in his hand on the ground of the temple. The blue flames suddenly rose like a tide, and the poisonous smoke spread in all directions, drowning all the priests in the blink of an eye.
, and also devoured the nearest Mexica warrior. Thousands of kilograms of stones of the dead burned at this moment, bringing everything in the temple into another world of ashes!
"Ah this! The three gods... are dead?... The main god... the supreme..."
Seeing this scene, Puap shuddered deeply and hurriedly turned around and fled with Chihuaco. Faith and loyalty were completely shattered that night, and his soul collapsed into nothingness. The gray earth warrior half-closed his eyes,
He was in a trance like this for an unknown amount of time before the shouts of killing rang in his ears again. He opened his eyes again and found that he had arrived in the noble area.
Chihuaco and his brothers hid in the garden and carefully looked at what was going on in front of them. A large number of Mexican legions waved their weapons and tightly surrounded a gorgeous mansion. These pious warriors shouted slogans of the gods, and the words on their necks were
Hanging the talisman of the hummingbird sun. They swung their weapons mercilessly, killing the recalcitrant guards, and then chopped down the nobles in front of them. Many of the warriors were even wearing Otomi costumes!
The nobles first resisted vigorously and cursed loudly, then put down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy. However, the Otomi warriors remained expressionless and ruthlessly carried out the commander's orders. Soon, the gorgeous mansion was filled with gorgeous corpses.
Boxes of gold and silver cloth were looted. Then came a large group of young women, tied into a string by the warriors with ropes.
In this era of natural hierarchy, wealth was completely concentrated in the hands of the hereditary nobles. The great nobles lived a luxurious life beyond imagination. The warriors consumed huge amounts of money, and the common people were impoverished and basically had no savings.
After the battle, the group of Mexica warriors shouted the name of God and went to the next mansion. Chihuaco also led his brothers and continued to move forward carefully, and soon arrived at the craftsman area.
There are not many Mexica warriors here, and there are no separate armies to plunder. The large groups of warriors gather in the huge craftsman center, and guard and protect the craftsmen inside. The number exceeds a thousand. Occasionally, a scattered team of warriors kills the red.
Eyes, he rushed here with his head down, and then was ordered by the leading commander to drive him back to the noble area.
Puap looked at his family's position in the distance, then silently stepped forward. He patted the old militiaman on the shoulder and motioned for him to lead the way. The group followed the path, bypassed the craftsmanship center, and returned to the vast civilian area.
The civilian areas in the south city have gradually calmed down, but fighting is still going on here in the east city. A large number of Tarasco militiamen are scattered on the streets, followed by Mexican warriors chasing and slashing. From time to time, some people abandon their weapons and surrender. Large groups of special people
The Kos barbarians rushed out of the trapped courtyard, like hyenas out of a cage, roaring and looting the nearest house. They robbed almost everything, including cakes, dried meat, cloth, cocoa, and even exquisite clay pots, and then put them away
A fire was lit. The fire was blazing, and the thick smoke dispersed. The terrified civilians of Tarasco ran out of the houses. They were like scurrying hares, full of panic when the cave collapsed, avoiding all natural enemies carrying weapons.
The burning fire quickly attracted the attention of the Mexica Legion. A large number of warriors rushed in, easily cutting down the tribesmen in large and small groups. Afterwards, they shouted and followed His Highness's instructions to try to extinguish the flames or isolate them.
Fire scene.
Chihuaco looked fierce, thrust out his spear, and stabbed to death the two Tecos barbarians who were running towards him. Then, he looked worriedly at Nancheng, but couldn't tell where the fire was. Puap carried the prince and whispered
.
"Lao Qi, let's go this way. The east city gate is almost here! I hope there are still defenders holding on and they can send us off the city wall!"
As he spoke, he touched the two jade talismans of different shapes in his arms and prepared his hands.
The old militiaman pursed his lips and silently led his brothers forward. As soon as the group turned around the street, they saw the dense lights at the east city gate, and then they ran into a large group of Mexica warriors marching rapidly.
Cozart, the head of the Weasel family, was suddenly startled and stopped. He pulled out the weapon from his waist and looked at the group of people who suddenly appeared. His eyes paused on more than a dozen spears, and then glanced at the civilian-style black robes.
"Hey, a dozen militiamen who have broken up? Kill them all if they come!"
Cozart raised his hand coldly, and dozens of warriors drew their weapons and gathered around him.
Puap took out His Highness's jade talisman and was about to speak. But the old militiaman quietly waved his hand. He took a step forward, took out the wooden sign of the connector, bowed and smiled.
"Master, we are the internal agents of the alliance! We are obedient and good people!"
Hearing the half-familiar Mexican language, Cozart tilted his head cautiously, and a personal guard stepped forward to take the wooden sign. The guard looked through it for a moment, looked at the picture of the hunter on it, and then respectfully
He turned around and reported back.
"The head of the family is indeed the wooden sign of the Northern Legion. He belongs to the scout vanguard. He should be the internal agent in the city."
Hearing this, Cozart's expression relaxed slightly. He observed the attire of this group of agents and asked doubtfully.
"The army has entered the city. Since we are internal agents, what are you doing here?"
"We need to leave the city and report back the latest information."
Puap answered carefully.
Cozart's eyes flickered, and he slowly scanned the bamboo baskets of the group, and saw the vaguely exposed belongings. Then, his eyes paused, and with a keen sense of smell like a weasel, he accurately fixed on Puap's shoulders.
The head of the Weasel family sniffed his nose lightly, then came forward with a dozen of his guards.
"Don't move! Who is he?"
Cozart squinted his eyes and raised the torch in his left hand. He looked at the child's arms and neck. The skin was white and delicate, and compared with the rough warriors like dust, they looked particularly eye-catching. Cozart's face was filled with confusion.
He sneered and tightened the war stick in his right hand.
Feeling the fierce killing intent, Puap's pupils suddenly shrank and he touched his weapon.
"Ah, sir, this is the prince! Captured and dedicated to the great alliance. You, noble commander, yours, dedicated to you!... We only need the looted property."
Seeing this scene, the old militiaman quickly bowed and stepped forward with a smile on his face. He pulled Puap's arm, lifted the quiet Prince Sartini down hard, and placed him on the ground. Then, the old militiaman
He waved his hand, pulled Puap with angry eyes, and carefully led the militiamen back.
"Oh? Prince? Prince of Tarasco!"
Hearing this, Cozart's eyes lit up. He leaned over to check, looked at the prince's white teeth, looked at the prince's small hands without calluses, and finally looked at the condor pattern on the other person's neck, and finally his face was filled with ecstasy!
"Ah, is he really the prince of Tarasco?! A noble sacred sacrifice! The alliance's superior military exploits!"
Hearing this sentence, the surrounding confidantes all looked happy and relaxed.
"Well...Prince...Fighting exploits...Hey!"
The weasel's eyes became more greedy, with hidden murderous intent in his greed. He raised his head and saw that the agents were retreating quietly, so he shouted sharply.
"Stop! Put down the belongings in the bamboo basket! Otherwise, I will catch you and kill you all!..."
"Damn it! I took risks, worked hard, and killed... in exchange for this!..."
Puap finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily.
"Put it down, let it all go! Master, let it go!"
The old militiaman shouted hurriedly. He raised his hand, personally helped Puap unload the bamboo basket, and then signaled to the surrounding militiamen with his eyes.
"Throw it out! Throw it out!"
Seeing the joy on the opponent's commander's face, Chihuaco roared suddenly and smashed Puap's bamboo basket at Cozart. The leader of the Weasel family moved quickly and immediately ducked away. Although the other old brothers did not
He even threw the bamboo basket out without hesitation.
"Bang! Ding-dang!" The bamboo basket fell to the ground, making a crisp impact sound. Large pieces of gold, silver, and jade were scattered all over the ground, shining with gleaming light and tinkling like seductive spring water.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Escape!"
Chihuaco shouted loudly, turned around and ran away. Puap took a reluctant look and fled with the militiamen. However, in just a short moment, the group of people were loaded with loot, and only the feather bamboo behind the old militiaman was left.
Basket.
"Master, do you want to chase me?"
Weasel's eyes flashed. He looked at the dozen or so militiamen who were running away quickly, and then at the scattered belongings... After hesitating for a few seconds, he still shook his head.
"Ha! If they are smart, let's spare their lives today!"
Then, Cozart no longer concealed the greed in his eyes. He waved his hand and scolded sternly.
"Hurry up! Collect all the property on the ground for me. Don't hide it privately! Master, I am not a stingy person! Divide it into ten parts for me, two parts for His Majesty, one for the head of the regiment, and one for His Highness.
, and one more, all for you!"
The cronies let out a low cheer. This kind of distribution ratio has always been the old rule of the noble private army. The weasel has a clear conscience and is satisfied with his generosity. What, you ask about the remaining five shares? Of course they all belong to the master!
"I didn't expect that guarding the city gate would yield such a harvest. The Lord God is so generous! Haha!"
Cozart showed a satisfied smile and walked towards the prince who had woken up. His eyes shone as if he had seen a rare treasure.
"Child, don't pretend to be asleep. Who can you hide this from? Come on, tell me your last name!..."
The night wind blew, and the young Sartini opened his eyes. He looked at the large group of Mexica warriors surrounding him. His whole body was shivering, but he still looked stubborn and stared at the approaching weasel...
"Lao Qi, you ran so far in one breath!...Where are you going? Are we not leaving the city?"
"Sir, the east gate is blocked, and the west gate must be the same. This group of Mexicans seems to be different from the Mexican captain... It was too dangerous just now! Let's go around to the civilian area in the south to hide for a while.
Hide and pick up my daughter and my brothers’ families!”
Chihuaco glanced at the dozen brothers who had been following him, slowly stopped, and shouted to everyone in a low voice. Then, he touched the feather bamboo basket behind his back and encouraged him with a smile.
"The most important things are all there! As long as you meet His Highness Mexica, everyone will get a share of the credit!"
The group of people once again gathered together in embarrassment and sneaked forward. Along the way, the situation in Nancheng had gradually stabilized, and from time to time, they would encounter spear corps blocking the streets.
Chihuaco patiently observed them for a long time, but could not tell whether they were samurai or militiamen. These soldiers with cane hats and spears focused on cooperation, their actions were rigid, but their discipline was quite strict. They were organized into squads of a hundred people to control key intersections and put out burning fires.
The source of the fire was stabbed to death by the defeated army who had caused chaos. In the densely populated areas, some soldiers with spears came out to calm the panicked civilians in the capital with their extremely proficient Prepecha language.
Chihuaco hid in the dark, staring at the silent and simple faces of these soldiers, as well as the familiar dull expressions. He did not see the trademark bellicosity and bloodthirsty of Mexica's elite warriors, but instead felt a kind of kindness.
Country flavor.
"Hey, is this the accent from the south of the capital? Are there other internal agents in the alliance?"
Puap listened intently, then looked puzzled.
"Lao Qi, the road ahead is blocked, what should I do?"
"Let's take a gamble! This group of people looks reliable!"
Chihuaco gritted his teeth. He dropped the spear that had been with him for a moment, raised the wooden sign in his hand, and pulled Puap forward.
"The Lord God bless you, my people!"
The shouts spread far away, and hundreds of spear militiamen looked at it at the same time. A young captain blew the whistle, and the militiamen silently raised their bronze spears and approached from all sides!
