Chapter 542: A fleeting fighter plane, a night attack by the Tlaxcalans!
The clouds dispersed and the night fell. The moonlight fell like water, spreading a cold light and illuminating the continuous Mexica military camps outside the Tree Snake City, like giant snakes seeking to devour people. The large and small flags of the Mexica nobles were flying high.
, like the wings of a giant snake, cannot be seen clearly in the shadow. And the bonfires lit everywhere in the camp are like the shining scales of the giant snake, leaping with murderous intent.
"Ouch! Roar!..."
As the night deepened, boiling roars and howls suddenly sounded from the Mexica military camp. Immediately afterwards, the city-state warriors cried at the top of their lungs.
"Ah! Ah! The immortal sun has set!..."
"Sacrifice for the elders, avenge the high priest!..."
"Kill! Kill! Capture Tree Snake City and kill all the people of Tlaxcala!..."
"Ouch! Roar!..."
The terrible shouts shook the wilderness, like rolling thunder, reaching into the distance. And the same shouts seemed to be ringing in the distance in the direction of White Snake City in the northeast. The thunder of the night carried an elegy, flowing in the mighty wind, falling
Enter the hearts of tens of thousands of people!
"Dengdengdong..."
Dozens of elite Tlaxcala warriors, wearing leather armor with tree snake patterns, quickly climbed onto the tower and spread their guard on both sides. Then, a respected middle-aged god descended from the city, wearing a long feather crown on his head, and his neck.
Wearing an obsidian necklace, wearing a cloak with tree patterns, and holding a jade staff, he hurried over. He climbed to the top of the city with a worried look on his face.
"What's going on?! Why are the Mexicans making such a noise all of a sudden?"
The middle-aged divine descendant stood at the top of the city, looking at the Mexica military camp to the east, and heard only crazy shouts.
The Mexican warriors in the camp seemed to be in great grief. The sound was like a pack of injured wolves, wailing at the moon. And he looked at the commander's banner in the Mexican military camp, under the dim moonlight.
, revealing the pattern of a tree, which is the Sourwood Army of Tepanika Pampang.
"Who is the noble stationed at the city tonight? Let him come and report quickly!"
Hearing this, the tree snake guards left quickly. In less than half a quarter of an hour, a hereditary nobleman with a large bow and thick eyebrows appeared in front of the middle-aged god descendant and knelt down to salute respectfully.
"Dear Tree Snake Goddess, Lord of Ocott City! Cloud Snake Hunter Travito salutes you!"
Hearing the title of "Cloud Snake Hunter", Tree Snake City Lord Oakot looked solemn. Cloud Snake is the incarnation of the God of Hunting, and hunters who can be named after Cloud Snake are all top archery masters! He bowed his head slightly
, nodded to Travito. Then, the noble tree snake god asked in a deep voice, with urgency in his voice.
"Travito, what happened in the Mexica military camp? Why are they shouting so much, even a little crazy?"
"City Lord, I listened at the top of the city for a long time and looked at the actions of the Mexica warriors..."
Travito, the cloud snake hunter, looked thoughtful and reported calmly.
"They shouted that the sun has fallen, and they sacrificed for revenge... It seems that there are extremely noble descendants of the sun god who have gone to the kingdom of God!"
"Ah?! Sun Goddess, fallen?"
Hearing this, Okote's expression changed and he breathed out. There was a little hope on his face.
"Could it be that King Avit is dead? If so, the Mexicaans will withdraw from the city after losing their leader!"
"...City Lord, probably not."
Travito thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Outside the east city is the Mexica city-state army. If the king who has been on the throne for several years goes to the Kingdom of God, they will not be so sad!..."
"Well..."
Ocott was speechless for a moment, but this is true. The city-state legions in various places are the private soldiers of various nobles, and they are directly loyal to the great nobles in the city-state, rather than the top alliance leader. All the tribes in the world, except for the former Taras
This is basically the case in the Kingdom of Ke.
Since King Avit of Mexico came to the throne, he has strictly centralized power and suppressed local city-states. Although he has a great reputation, he is also aggressive, which makes the great nobles whose interests have been harmed dissatisfied. If he really died during the Eastern Expedition...
I am afraid that the nobles and warriors of the city-state army will only celebrate secretly and will never be so sad.
"Well...except for the great Tlatoani of the Mexica, who else can be called the sun? Even the Temple of Death in the south cannot bear this title now..."
"City Lord, I vaguely heard the word 'Wei Wei' appearing repeatedly..."
"Weiwei? Dear elder?"
Hearing this, Tree Snake City Lord Okote was startled. He thought for a moment and showed an unbelievable look on his face.
"Ah! Could it be? Could it be!...Him?"
"Probably!"
Travito looked serious and nodded seriously.
"Only He who established the Mexica Alliance with his own hands can make the Mexica nobles and warriors from all countries awe and worship from the bottom of their hearts!"
"Ah this!..."
Tree Snake City Lord Okote's expression changed, his thoughts raced, and he almost forgot. In the past forty years, he has been listening to that name, all the way from a child to middle age. That name has existed for too long,
It has almost become an immortal mark, a living god. And once such a sun falls...
"Kill! Kill! Capture the Tree Snake City and sacrifice them for the immortal sun!..."
The shouts of the Mexica warriors rang out from the military camp again, like thunder. This time, their shouts were so clear that they almost went straight into the ears of the people at the top of the city!
"ah!"
The Lord of Okote City trembled. There was a hint of fear on his face and he whispered to himself.
"These...these bloodthirsty and crazy Mexica people!...From now on, I am afraid that they will not be afraid of life and death to attack the city and sacrifice the gods..."
"City Lord! The next offensive of the Mexican Legion will be unprecedentedly fierce! If we insist on defending and being beaten passively, no matter how strong the city is, we will definitely not be able to hold it!"
Travito gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and spoke. He held the dagger at his waist with a ruthless look in his eyes.
"Dear tree snake god descendant, the fighting chance is fleeting. We must take the initiative to attack while the Mexica people are in grief tonight! Please give me five hundred elite warriors who can fight at night. Follow me out of the camp. The night attack will shock my heart.
The Mexicans!”
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Hearing this, the expression of Lord Okote changed. He held the staff tightly, thought carefully for a while, and asked in a low voice.
"Travito, how sure are you?"
"City Lord, go out of the city and attack at night, attacking the masses with a small number, just like a solitary mountain lion, attacking a fierce pack of wolves, it is a matter of life and death!"
Travito straightened up, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pointed towards the military camp outside the city.
"The tactics of the Mexica city-state army were originally to surround the city-state army with militiamen and keep the warriors inside. The warriors were the core of the city-state army, and the militiamen were just a steady stream of consumables. No matter how brutally the militiamen were consumed, the warriors relied on a solid
The camp is as motionless as a mountain and can be attacked at any time. They will use the lives of the militiamen to consume the enemy's physical strength, disrupt the opponent's formation, and exchange for an opportunity to attack the enemy warriors!..."
Hearing this, Okote nodded slightly. The Tlaxcalans have been fighting with the Mexica for decades, and they are very familiar with this kind of warfare. But the Mexica warriors are indeed ruthless, tough and fierce.
It's hard to really defeat.
"But tonight is different! The Mexica warriors are grieving and manic, and are on the verge of chaos. Once they are tired and rested, I will lead an elite raid! Even if the losses are heavy, the results will be achieved and the enemy's warriors will be truly killed!"
When Travito said this, a gleam flashed in his eyes. He knelt down again and saluted, asking for the noble tree snake god's life.
"Dear god, please give me five hundred warriors! If I can't defeat the enemy army, I would rather die outside the city!"
Okote stared at the heroic cloud snake hunter, staring into his bright and determined eyes. After a while, he nodded heavily.
"Okay!... Travito, my warrior, I will give you five hundred tree snake guards! The supreme cloud snake protects you!... I only have one request, you must come back alive!"
"The supreme cloud snake protects us!"
Hearing this, Travito's spirit perked up, and he felt a surge of pride in his chest. He fell on the ground, knocked three times, and swore in a deep voice.
"Dear god! I will fight to the death outside the city, defeat the Mexica warriors, and bring you a glorious victory!"
The Lord of Okote nodded silently, stretched out his hand, and shook Travito's hair. Then, he took off his tree snake cloak and put it on Travito's body with his own hands. The heroic cloud snake hunter looked excited.
, bowed to the ground again and saluted. The two personal guards put on their jade seals and moved forward in a low profile to mobilize troops in the city.
A few quarters of an hour later, five hundred elite tree snake warriors, wearing tree-patterned leather armor and holding obsidian war clubs, gathered under the city wall. Travito, wearing a noble tree-patterned cloak, silently held his head high in battle.
Stick, walking in front of each tree snake warrior.
"Blessed by the cloud snake! Fight to the death for the sacred blood!"
"Blessed by the cloud snake! Fight to the death!"
The tree snake warriors responded in a low voice, with fighting intent burning in their eyes. They are the personal bodyguards of Ocott. They have been favored for generations and are the most loyal and skilled elites in the city. And only the real elites can carry out the difficult night battles.
Attack.
Travito walked through it once, saw these elite tree snake warriors, and felt somewhat confident. Then, he came to the city gate, sat down cross-legged, calmly closed his eyes, and waited quietly under the city.
The five hundred tree snake warriors looked towards the city. The noble god-born Ocott stood motionless, staring calmly outside the city, like a sculpture. The shouts from outside the city were faintly heard, still as shrill as the howl of wolves. The tree snakes
The warriors also sat down one after another, recuperating their spirits and accumulating physical strength for fighting.
"Ouch! Roar!... Roar..."
It was not until dawn was approaching and the deepest darkness came that the Mexica military camp gradually fell silent. The grieving city-state warriors felt tired and had taken a rest one after another. Only a few patrol teams were still wandering outside the city.
"It's almost time, that's it!"
In the silent wind, Travito suddenly opened his eyes. Then, he stood up suddenly, waved his war stick, and gave orders to the defenders at the city gate.
"Open the city gate! All warriors of the God of Hunting, come with me to fight! The cloud snake protects the warriors!"
"The cloud snake protects you!"
In just over ten breaths, under the busy work of the defenders at the top of the city, the Tree Snake City Gate, which had been closed for many days, suddenly opened with a "squeak...ah", revealing the dark city gate! And behind the city gate, there were countless
The figure of the warrior suddenly appeared.
Travito, wearing a cloak, carrying a big bow on his back, and holding a war club, jumped out of the city gate first. Five hundred tree snake warriors followed closely behind with their war clubs hanging low. They did not light any torches and did not make any sound.
At the slightest cry, like a silent tree snake, it opened its venomous mouth and pounced fiercely and fiercely towards the Mexica military camp outside the city!
