Chapter 620 Assassination and Night Raid, and the Long Siege
The mountains are like the sea, and the White Snake City is located on the hill, standing quietly. The setting sun is like blood, the military camps outside the Tree Snake City are continuous, and the warriors are noisy. In the tent of the Mexica coach, a short assassination has just come to an end.
Shulot was wearing a bronze armor and a bronze sword across his waist. His face was calm and he was sitting at the top of the tent.
On his left side is the shadow guard Naxiu wearing leather armor and holding a long dagger. On his right side is the captain of the guard Ekart wearing heavy armor and a short shield and a copper axe. In front of him is a large shield with both hands.
, the closely guarded shield guard Ters. The three of them were fully vigilant, staring at the door of the tent, but none of them were stained with blood.
At this moment, a pool of warm blood was flowing silently at the door of the tent. Shulot looked at the four or five young female corpses lying down beside the tent, as well as the small and sharp copper needles in the hands of the corpses, and shook his head.
, sighing faintly.
"She has a graceful figure, a beautiful posture, and a smile that attracts people's hearts... The noble daughter of the Tlaxcala people, named the Messenger, is eager to get closer, wants to be an assassin, and lacks combat experience. Phew! They and
...Compared to her, she is much worse after all!"
Hearing the king's implicitly emotional words, Naxiu raised her eyebrows slightly. She calmly held out her chest, revealing a moving arc. Then, she stretched out her hand and touched the bottom of the arc, a perfect smile.
The lower abdomen is straight and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.
At the door of the main tent, more than a dozen guardsmen's bronze spears were stained with blood, and their expressions were cold and hard. Several Prepecha doctors were carefully examining the assassin's body. After a while, senior Prepecha doctor Taka came forward.
, be careful when reporting back.
"Your Majesty, the assassins are all dead. They only carry copper needles smeared with snake venom, and no other hidden weapons."
"Snake venom?"
Hearing this, Shulot's expression changed. He looked at the last girl who committed suicide. Her pretty face was relaxed due to paralysis, and she even seemed to be smiling. This was obviously the effect of a powerful neurotoxin. After thinking for a moment, Shulot thought,
asked in a deep voice.
"Taka, is there an antidote for this poison?"
"Well!..."
Doctor Taka's heart skipped a beat and he immediately fell to his knees.
"Your Majesty...if we know what kind of snake it is...we can prepare an antidote..."
In other words, if you don't know anything and are poisoned, you are waiting to die.
"Well. The people of Tlaxcala claim to be descendants of cloud snakes, and they have finally revealed the inheritance of using snake venom. For the witch doctors of the alliance, the more such inheritance, the better! ...You guys stand down and put the corpses away.
Take it away and study it carefully."
Shulot frowned slightly and gave a faint order. He waved his hand, and soon the tent returned to calm, leaving only a faint trace of blood. The young king looked towards the direction of White Snake Hill City, pondered for a moment, and said to Ai
Carter ordered sharply.
"Eckart."
"Master!"
"White Snake Hill City has been besieged for more than eight months. All support has been cut off, and there is no hope. Their situation must be very difficult, so they made a desperate move and sent assassins pretending to be envoys... I estimate the food reserves in the city
Not too much. When you are anxious, you will act carefully."
After analyzing this, Shulot pondered for a moment and then gave the military order.
"Let the warriors run noisily in the camp, pretending to be confused and panicked when their commander is assassinated, and show them to the White Snake City Headquarters! Then, give you two thousand armored guards to ambush in the small fortresses around the siege trench. Tras
The Kara people are likely to send troops to attack at night... Then, it will be your turn to show your true wisdom and bravery!"
"Yes, head of the family! Fight for you!"
Eckart knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully. Then, he immediately led his guards and rushed outside the camp to make arrangements. After a while, thousands of warriors outside the camp started shouting and shouting. There was a large amount of running smoke and anxiety.
The shouts floated to the towering White Snake Hill City ten miles away.
Shulot sat in the camp, reading the letters from the kingdom and the alliance. After a while, a dozen warrior battalion commanders came anxiously from the outer camp to meet the king. Shulot had a smile on his face, trying to comfort him.
After confirming that the king was safe, the battalion commanders left in a hurry and made arrangements to lure the enemy.
It was noisy for half a day, and it finally calmed down a little late at night. However, the obvious cry echoed outside White Snake City, arousing the chaos of people's hearts.
The moonlight was dim and the torches were sparse. On the high hill of White Snake City, a long trench formed a circle. Eckardt, wearing armor and holding an ax, waited patiently at the camps on both sides of the trench. It was not until the night fell that the gate of White Snake City quietly opened.
Two thousand elite White Snake warriors, all wearing snake-patterned leather armor, silently poured out of the city gate, like long snakes crawling quickly in the dark night. Then, led by a warrior with a bow and a stick on his back, they
After gathering together, we ran towards the besieging camp, with the will to die!
The long snake ran, and the warriors were silent. The spears flashed and the war sticks hung low. There was indeed a problem in the Mexica camp. In panic, there were obvious loopholes in the defense of the trench. Hundreds of white snake warriors crawled quickly
Crossing the ditch as high as a person, without encountering any obstruction, he excitedly crossed the camp and rushed towards the chaotic camp!
Seeing this scene, the more than a thousand warriors behind were all excited. In this era, there have always been only a few elites who can fight at night. In the chaotic darkness, the tens of thousands of Mexica warriors can fight at night
Only one-fourth or five-fifths of them fought. As for the remaining warriors, if they collided at night, they would probably kill each other and cause a huge defeat.
The Tlaxcala warriors of White Snake City had persevered for several months, suffering from the despair of lack of food and helplessness. But at this moment, the hope of victory finally appeared in front of them, like a large bonfire outside the main camp in Mexica.
!
"Big bonfire?!"
White Snake Warrior Captain Salter carried a big bow on his back and held a war club, and ran to the camp. Just in front, dozens of steps away, was a bright bonfire, lighting up almost half of the camp. Salter paused slightly and stood at his feet.
Slowing down. Subconsciously, he had an unknown premonition. It was a senior warrior who had been fighting for many years and had a keen sense of danger and murderous intent.
"Huh?! This situation doesn't seem right..."
"Blessed by the cloud serpent! Kill the Mexica!"
Those who participated in the night attack were all elite warriors in the city, and they all had the courage to fight to the death. But when the night attack came here, success or failure was only a moment, and there was no room for turning back! Hundreds of White Snake warriors raised their war clubs and burst out in unison.
With the final cry, he rushed towards the camp without stopping.
"Whoosh, whoosh!... Whoosh whoosh!..."
The last cry was still echoing, and a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot in front of me, bringing with it the roar of death!
One thousand Praetorian crossbowmen and two thousand legion archers emerged from behind the camp wall at the same time, and quickly fired deadly copper arrows at the hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors who were exposed to the fire. But in an instant, the dying man
Wails sounded outside the camp! The white snake warriors in the group, like beans harvested in autumn, fell in pieces and scattered corpses on the ground. The rich smell of blood spread instantly, symbolizing the death of the god of death.
advent.
"Blessed by the Lord God! Fight for God! Cut them off and don't let them escape!"
The shooting outside the camp gate was still going on, and more intense shouts of killing suddenly broke out near the trench at the rear. White Snake Warrior Commander Salter lay on the ground and turned around suddenly. In the dim light of the fire, he saw the ink soldiers of the brigade.
The Sika warriors were shadowy, like coyotes jumping out of the darkness and biting the tail of the long snake. The Mexica coyote showed its sharp "copper claws" and beat the frightened Tlaxcala warriors to the ground.
of despair.
"O god of hunting! We...we...are hunted wild deer, falling into the Mexica's trap!"
White Snake Warrior Commander Salt gritted his teeth and looked back and forth. He looked at the corpses of his comrades beside him and the fallen figure behind him, and his heart bled. These are the elites of the main force in the city. If they were all buried here,
, in White Snake City...
"That's all! Maybe without two thousand warriors, the city can hold on longer!..."
Salt lowered his eyes, with a will to die in his heart. There were originally fifteen thousand people in the city of White Snake Hill, including four thousand warriors, six thousand militiamen, and five thousand old and weak women and children. They had stored food for a year. After eight months of siege, only
There were less than 11,000 people left, and food had been stored for more than six months. In addition to the hundreds of warriors and militiamen who died in the battle, these 4,000 fewer people were mostly old, weak, women and children who were sacrificed and slaughtered.
"Their taste... sour and astringent, I don't want to taste it again..."
For the nobles in the city, there is no psychological burden in slaughtering humble people or even executing their own slaves. Doing so will not only reduce the number of people eating, but also increase food reserves. Of course, such food reserves are usually
Leave it to the warriors to eat. In the same way, if the Mexica drives the old and the weak outside the city into the city, it will not consume the food in the city, but will instead be a supplement. The cruelty of this era of war is the future of peace.
, unimaginable.
"The city-state is the land under your feet, and the gods are the sky above your head. And the ferocious Aztecs are the fire from the west! Now the earth is full of flames, and the sky is full of smoke and dust. I am in the desperate situation of the abyss, since I have been defeated.
, what is there to say?... I can only die and dedicate myself to the gods!"
In the bonfire, arrows and screams, White Snake Warrior Commander Salt lowered his eyes and recited the last poem of his death. Unfortunately, no one heard and recorded it. Then, he took a deep breath, threw away the long bow behind his back, and held it tightly.
The shield and war club let out a beast-like roar and rushed towards the camp in front of them!
"Whoosh!... Duh! Duh duh!"
A feather arrow came and was blocked by the shield. Then several more were blocked by the White Snake Warrior Chief who was good at fighting. He ran very fast under his feet. In a moment, he came to the camp gate and raised the war weapon in his hand.
Stick. However...
"Boohoo!..."
More than a dozen armored crossbowmen loaded their strings and aimed at the warriors in front of the camp. Then, the trigger was pulled, and more than a dozen sharp crossbow arrows were fired out, hitting the target at a distance of more than ten steps.
White Snake Warrior Commander Salt!
"Duh!...Pfft! Tsk!"
White Snake Warrior Commander Salterton stood on the spot, like a straw bag that had been shot through, with uncontrollable pain and a trace of inexplicable relief on his face. The shield on his left arm was hit by a crossbow bolt at close range.
Shot through, and four arrows were deeply pierced into the right side of his body, going straight into his chest and lungs.
"...ahem...uh...haha!"
After the last bloody cough and laughter, the White Snake Warrior Commander fell to the ground. He looked at the dim night sky with stars and moon, just opened his eyes and died here. At the last moment of his death, there was only one thing he didn't want to know,
Questions that you know the answers to.
"After I die, who will eat my wife and daughter left in White Snake City?"
The fighting outside White Snake City lasted all night. The dim light of fire, and the boiling wails and shouts also continued all night. Tisat, the Lord of White Snake City, stood at the top of the city, looking anxiously outside the city. His heart gradually sank,
Sink straight into the endless darkness, like a nightmare and a future that has been destined for a long time.
When the morning sun rose, thousands of murderous Mexica warriors poured out of the camp like a tide until they arrived at the White Snake City. They were covered in bronze armor and helmets, covered in blood, and looked cold and cold.
Stepping forward, he threw the heads of White Snake warriors one after another at the foot of White Snake City. Soon, nearly two thousand heads were built into a hillock, silently displayed in front of the warriors at the top of the city.
At the head of White Snake City, the warriors and militiamen were in dead silence. Even if there was one of the few fortified cities in the world under their feet, it could not bring them any safety and security. This city-state, which had no reinforcements and was unable to break out, could no longer change its destiny.
hope.
Soon, a black wolf's king's flag came from behind the military formation of thousands of Mexica warriors until it was erected in the eyes of tens of thousands of people.
Shulot wore a wolf-headed helmet, heavy bronze armor, and held a huge bamboo-wood composite bow in his hand. This outstanding bow was made by Kundili, a bowsmith from the royal capital.
It took several years to make with great care and represents the latest level of military industry in the kingdom. It was only shipped here last month. And the range of this big bow is much further than the existing long bow.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, Shulot took a few steps forward, and under the protection of his personal guards, stood outside White Snake City, looking at the leader of Tlaxcala at the top of the city.
.After a moment, he raised his big bow, pointed it at the city head, pulled it full force, and shot an arrow!
"Whoosh!"
A sharp arrow flew from the sky, and under the horrified and astonished eyes of White Snake City Lord Tissart, it hit... the wall at the bottom of Qiu City.
Shulot's old face turned red, but fortunately he was protected by a helmet. He stretched out his hand again, and made a death declaration by wiping his neck in front of the White Snake City Lord Tissart. Then, he turned around without caring about the other party's reaction,
Walk away.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this scene, the eyes of Tissart, the Lord of White Snake City, instantly turned red. He was like a desperate gambler who placed the biggest bet, only to realize that his opponent turned out to be a cheat! Then, he lost
All hopes of reprinting were mocked by the enemy, declaring their doomed death.
"...Damn Salt, you can't even identify a trap. What a waste!"
Tisat, the Lord of White Snake City, gritted his teeth and looked at the black wolf's king's flag, which was gone again. The Mexica warriors once again tightened the siege of the trenches and cut off all roads. Two thousand heads were piled up.
Jing Guan stared at the city in silence, as if sending out an invitation that would never come back.
"God of Hunting! I will offer sacrifices to you! Please protect the devout god descendants!"
After the anger, deep despair hit my heart. Then, despair turned into piety and finally madness. Tisat, the Lord of White Snake City, prayed for a moment, then looked at the family warriors on both sides with red eyes, and gave a stern order.
"Let the priests hold a ceremony, select five hundred sacrifices, and offer them to the supreme gods!... After the gods enjoy them, let the warriors share the gifts of gods!"
Using the most sacred language and speaking the bloodiest words is the inheritance of the descendants of the Cloud Snake God. After saying that, Tisat walked down the city and walked towards the temple in the center of the city. But soon, he
Thinking of something, he turned around and spoke quietly.
"The warrior commander Salt failed in his night attack and went to the kingdom of God. His wife and daughter were also included in this batch of sacrifices and were sacrificed to the gods!..."
As the morning sun turned to sunset, the fanatical and confusing sacrificial ceremony was held again in the city. The priests praised crazily, sang and danced, and sacrificed fresh and humble lives. The warriors and militiamen fell to the ground to pray, praying for hunting.
The blessing of God calls for a miracle that has never come. And when the night is dark, a more cruel scene is hidden in the deep darkness.
White Snake City is strong and towering, standing on a flat hill tens of meters high. The night attack failed, and the strength of the city's defenders was once again weakened. However, the Mexica people seemed to have no intention of attacking by force. The long siege of the city continued, and the city
All living people are struggling in despair and falling into the abyss of sin.
