Dawn is approaching, the bright moon has set in the Western Mountains, and the morning sun has not yet risen, so it is the darkest time of the day. There are torches burning at the head of the Tree Snake City, and a bonfire is rising outside the Mexica camp, and between the two fires, there is a shadow
The tree snake warriors are attacking.
Travito held a battle stick, stepped on the shadow of the night, and led five hundred elites to run quickly! They had gathered their strength and prepared for a long time, and they were running so fast. In just a moment, everyone arrived
Within two hundred paces outside the camp.
"Dip!...Dip!..."
At this distance, the firelight from the Mexica camp was projected over, and the raiding team could no longer hide. The patrolling Mexica warrior team was shocked and immediately blew a warning conch. The shrill sound of the conch immediately echoed in the night sky,
All the sleeping warriors and militiamen woke up from their sweet dreams and fell into a real nightmare.
"go!"
As soon as Travito pointed his war stick, a team of twenty people detached themselves to attack and kill the patrolling warriors who warned them. Then, without stopping, the brave cloud snake hunters arrived in front of the Mexica Legion's camp.
At the outermost edge of the legion camp, there was only a rough fence and a camp gate with a war flag hanging. Behind it, there was an open-air hut for the city-state militia. When the warning conch horn was heard, the camp started to make noise.
Under the firelight in front of the camp gate, the Mexica warriors guarding the gate mustered up their energy and quickly rallied. Their faces were full of tension and exhaustion, but they skillfully set up their spears in their hands, almost without thinking.
Travito glanced at the Mexica warriors at the camp gate and did not choose to rush forward. The Mexica camped outside Tree Snake City not long ago, and the surrounding fences were hastily built by the militiamen. They formed a circle,
In fact, there were flaws everywhere. After running around the camp for tens of meters, he found a rough wooden fence. Then, he gave a low shout and ordered the guards on the left and right.
"Bring the copper ax and break the fence!"
Two strong tree snake warriors immediately raised their big axes, ran out quickly, and chopped down the wooden fence with all their strength. The other warriors took out sisal ropes, tied them to the wooden posts of the pillars, and dragged them backwards with all their strength. There were only a dozen or so warriors.
With just one breath, the crude wooden fence was crumbling.
"What a sharp and strong axe!... In the past few years, the weapons of the Mexica have become more and more sophisticated, and they are much better than us! Although the warriors of the Cloud Serpent are brave, how much blood must be shed to make up for this.
gap?..."
Travito looked complicated and sighed. Then he pursed his lips, filled with murderous intent, and waited silently.
The Tlaxcala Valley and the Mexica Valley are actually very close to each other, but they are separated by towering mountains to the east and west of Mount Sacred Mountain. There are many trails in the mountains. Although they cannot pass large armies, there are smuggling business trips. These sharp weapons
The bronze ax was purchased by the nobles of Tree Snake City from the smugglers of the Alliance at a high price and in very small quantities.
As for why the controlled materials used by the Alliance military appear in the hands of smugglers?...It can only be said that no matter what era, the reselling of military supplies will always exist. Severe punishment and sacrifice to the Lord God can minimize such corruption.
Corruption, but cannot be completely avoided.
"Duh! Duh!...Bang!"
The harsh sound of wooden piles breaking suddenly sounded! The crude fence could not withstand the hacking and dragging, and finally broke open. In the dim night, Travito looked behind the fence, and saw the panicked city-state militiamen.
Showing a fierce smile like a wolf.
"Follow me and fight in! The cloud snake protects us!"
"Cloud snake protects! Kill!"
Travito waved his war stick, jumped into the gap, and beheaded a young militiaman to death in two blows. The five hundred tree snake warriors let out chaotic roars, and rushed in through the gap like a pack of wolves.
Those who could participate in the night attack were all the elite warriors of Tlaxcala. They were skilled in combat, slashing horizontally and vertically, attacking the city-state militia who had just woken up and fled in fear, like a tiger entering a flock of chickens. After a while, another attack occurred.
Someone picked up the burning firewood from the bonfire and set it on fire outside the camp without hesitation!
Soon, a large blaze of flames burst into flames, accompanied by shrill screams. The armored figures swayed in front of the fire, slaughtering the militiamen ferociously and cruelly. This ferocious night attack was carried out with extremely precise timing and was completely unexpected.
Beyond the expectations of the Sourwood Legion!
The entire vast outer camp was plunged into complete chaos. And the dangerous chaos was spreading in circles, like stones thrown into a pond, splashing bloody waves.
"Ah! ... the enemy! The Tlaxcalans!"
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Run away!"
"Don't run away! Kill me!...Uh...ho ho..."
Travito gasped and lowered his blood-stained war stick, and bright red trickled down. A militia leader from a Mexica village, with blood spurting from his neck, fell at his feet, soaking his shoes.
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Behind him were dozens of dumped corpses and blazing fires. But in front of him, dozens of poorly clothed city-state militiamen were running away in panic, like frightened turkeys, and even abandoned their bodies.
All weapons.
"Haha! Although there are thousands of Mexican militiamen on the outside, they are vulnerable!"
Travito looked around, his eyes fierce and sharp, with a smile on his lips. In just a quarter of an hour, he had killed ten people in a row, and was about to kill through the outer camp where the militiamen gathered, and reached the warrior camp inside. And the city-state militiamen
After the collapse, most of them fled in all directions, but they did not attack the inner samurai camp.
"The thousands of acid wood warriors in the inner layer are the target of this night attack!"
The cloud snake hunter looked solemn, looked at it for a moment, then waved his stick and continued to kill into the inner layer.
The inner warrior camp was obviously much tighter. Tents and straw huts were spread out at intervals, and the flags of the city-state nobles were flying in front of the tents. Some of the warriors from each family were scattered during the night attack, while others were scattered.
Move closer to the nobles directly under their respective jurisdictions and form noble battle groups of varying numbers.
"Hey!..."
Travito slashed fiercely, breaking open the cotton armor of the nobleman in front of him, making terrible wounds, and spewing out splashes of warmth. A middle-aged Mexican nobleman died fighting under the mangrove flag inherited by his family.
!Then, Travito threw away the war stick with sharp blades worn out, stretched out his hands, grasped the opponent's blood-stained family flag, and folded it hard.
"Crack!...Bang!"
The flag of the mangrove fell into a pool of blood, dyeing it even brighter red. A hereditary noble with dozens of warriors was eliminated in a brutal night attack, and the elite tree snake warriors also killed more than ten people. Travito took
He took off the long bow on his back, with the hatchet and arrows on his waist, and took a short rest. While he was panting heavily, recovering his rapidly depleted physical strength, he squinted his eyes and observed the battle situation around him.
After several moments of fighting, the Mexica militia was completely disbanded, but the warriors gradually recovered from the chaos. They organized themselves into small teams nearby and fought with the sudden tree snake warriors. Both sides slashed at each other and fought in close combat. Life and death were at stake.
Between the blows, from time to time a warrior let out a howl of injury, or died silently. Beside him, most of the five hundred tree snake warriors scattered, and it was unknown how much they had been damaged. Only more than a hundred people were still following him.
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"There is a separation of tens of meters between the outer and inner layers of the Mexica camp. The fire on the outer layer cannot burn the inner layer for a while..."
Travito frowned and thought secretly. He used the light of the burning fire to look at the fiercely fighting camp, looking for truly valuable targets.
"The militiamen are like leaves, which cannot be killed at all. The warriors are like branches, which are very difficult to break... But the key to true dignity is the backbone of the core pillar, the glorious nobleman who commands the legion, and the leader of the Mexica people!"
..He’s right there!”
The cloud snake hunter looked for a moment and finally found the highest flag! The flag was located behind the center of the camp, only two hundred steps away. And hundreds of elite sourwood warriors were coming from the surrounding camps.
, gathered in a hurry under the banner.
"The cloud snake protects you! Tree snake warriors, follow me to kill and sacrifice the commander of the Mexica people to the supreme god!"
Travito roared, holding a long bow in one hand and wielding a copper ax with the other, charging fiercely.
"Blessed by the cloud snake, dedicated to the gods!"
The surrounding tree snake warriors had red eyes, roared, and followed Travito's footsteps, killing towards the highest sourwood banner.
A bonfire was lit under the banner, illuminating everyone's faces. The elderly commander of the Sourwood Legion, Jotiko, looked gloomy, like a cloud in the rainy season. He was wearing gorgeous armor and a light leather hat, standing in front of the bonfire, looking into the distance.
The tragic situation in the camp.
"Damn King Avit! He used the siege to consume the warriors of the Sourwood Legion, and then forced me to besiege the city here without giving me enough troops!..."
Faced with the sudden night attack by the Tlaxcalans, Jotico was furious. He felt the pain of losing his legion and the resentment towards the king. But the most important thing right now was to gather the warriors of the city-state and get rid of them.
The chaotic fighting situation formed a tight and stable battle formation!
Thinking of this, Jotiko raised the scepter in his hand and shouted sharply.
"Witness the Lord God! Brave sourwood warriors, don't panic, don't be confused! I'm standing here, all move closer to my flag! Set up your spears, raise your war sticks, form a battle formation, and kill the special forces who attack at night.
The people of La Scala..."
"Whoosh!"
The commander of the Sourwood Army, with his hair and beard spread out, was shouting loudly. A sharp copper arrow struck like lightning! The lightning flashed across the gloomy night and came from dozens of steps away, hitting him instantly.
