Chapter 1217 From the Mountains and Forests of the Southern Expedition to the Great Lakes of the Kingdom, There Were Three Old Men

The red sun shines in all directions, and you can see the long and narrow seaside and the prosperity of the plateau, the vast and fertile plateau, the dense and dense mountains and forests, and the glowing light in the lake.

The demon's head arrived at the seaside, causing countless nobles, warriors and tribesmen to watch and let out bursts of exclamations and prayers. The light of miracles spreads faith, and with the vigorous promotion of the seaside priests, the prophets of divine revelation are infinitely elevated. From the lake capital on the plateau, hundreds of catamaran war boats departed from the lake area, transporting grain and fodder for a hundred thousand troops to the shore, and then transported by more than one hundred thousand civilians to the three front lines in the south. The civilians traveled five to seven hundred miles, the warriors marched southward, and the priests prayed day and night to appease the hearts of the alliance.

At this moment, the alliance's war machine was operating at its highest level, just to completely conquer the Yunzhong tribes and annex the southern mountains and forests that were almost as vast as the alliance!

"Xulot, my student...the sun has risen! The light is really dazzling!..."

The supreme god-king sighed in the camp, fearful and in awe of the divinity of Shenqi, and could no longer look down from afar. In the mountains and forests of the south, the fighting between warriors seems to never end, fighting for the "divineness" in their hearts and for the reward of military merit.

"Boom! Boom!..."

Going south from Shenshi City, the roaring mortars bombarded the solid mountain pass fortress, shooting out heavy stone bullets like thunder falling from the sky. From time to time, the thunder would fall on the cliffs on both sides. Whenever it hit the city wall, it would make a muffled sound of masonry being destroyed. It's just that this small mountain pass fortress is located on a narrow high place, integrated with the mountain, and built thickly with rocks. This fortress is indeed difficult to destroy by low-level bombardment, and it requires too much gunpowder.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Stop the Thunder God's mortar...mount the shield chariot archers and prepare to attack!..."

The leader of the vanguard army, Kua Kehu, had a fierce face and stood in front of the front-line fortress, with a skeleton battle flag behind him. He looked up at the high stone wall, stared at it coldly for a long time, and then issued the order to attack the city.

The royal warriors of the Eastern Route Army pushed the heavy shield cart all the way to a stop in front of the fortress, and then took out their longbows and fired. Then, under the cover of arrow rain, there were hundreds of city-state warriors holding shields and ladders. They rushed to the bottom of the city wall in small steps, put the ladder up to the top of the city, let out a desperate cry, and began to climb. The narrow mountain pass cannot deploy too many troops, and the small north wall of the fortress cannot accommodate too many ladders. Hundreds of people on both sides were fighting, but the cruel appearance was better than the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Fight to the death for the Lord God, fight to the death for the King of Gods!..."

"The God King has an order. As long as the Yamaguchi Fortress is conquered, the warriors will be rewarded generously! The warriors of the Lord God who attack the city first will be directly promoted to hereditary nobles regardless of their origins! The first ten people to climb the city will skip the warrior level and be promoted to the first-level military nobles! And the first hundred people who enter the city will be promoted to three levels of warriors, until they are senior warriors!"

"Roar!!…"

The fanatical Mexica warriors shouted and shouted wildly, one after another along the ladder, climbed to the top of the city to fight for their lives. The Mixtec warriors who held on were also red-eyed, waving sticks and spears, and fought with the Mexicans who came first. The warriors on both sides fought fiercely, and no one could retreat. They screamed and entangled together, falling down the stone wall like rain, and then suddenly became silent and turned into twin red lotuses in full bloom...

The brutal siege began at noon and the deadly battle ended at dusk. All the nobles of the city-state that collapsed were taken into custody by the military judges of the alliance, waiting for the judgment of divine divination. And such a brutal siege lasted for four consecutive days, without giving the Mixtecs any time to breathe!

The 4,000 Mixtec warriors and militiamen in the Yamaguchi Fortress suffered more than 800 casualties in the brutal siege, and almost the same number of Mexica city-state warriors were killed. But at dawn on the fifth day, a thousand royal elites, led by the brave general Mo Qihui, finally bypassed the difficult mountain road and suddenly appeared behind the fortress!

The Mexica flag appeared behind the southern wall of the mountain pass fortress to completely cut off the retreat to the valley behind. The Mexica's ladder was set up on the north wall of the mountain pass fortress, and a more brutal siege began. This time, the attack will start from early morning to sunset, and the elite royal family wearing bronze armor will be the first to attack!

The pressure from the north and the south came at the same time, and the fortress defenders finally couldn't hold on any longer with their last breath. Yun He, the divine descendant of Yunshan City and the Mixtec leader, barely managed to hold on for half a day, then fled south in panic with five hundred core warriors, fleeing to Yunshan City one hundred and sixty miles away. Of the more than two thousand people remaining in the fortress, half fled into the mountains, and the other half surrendered to the warriors who had ascended first. The main force of the East Road has conquered the Yamaguchi Fortress, and the Yunshan City Valley is in the south!

Three hundred miles to the southwest from Shankou Village is Huajuapan, the capital of the Mixtec Alliance. The ancient Pyramid of the Rain God was burning with a sacred fire. Mixtec priests made sacrifices on the pyramid day and night, pleasing the Rain God with their blood, and praying for the power of the God's blessing!

Hundreds of thousands of Shanhe City tribes and 80,000 to 90,000 Yangu City tribes were all mobilized. Hundreds of thousands of Mixtec tribesmen on the coast also continued to support the north along the narrow Smoke Valley Mountain Road. In the past few years, in the face of the threat from the Mexicans, Chief Yunchen has worked hard, trained warriors, and subdued tribes. Through continuous marriages with various coastal tribes, he has firmly established himself as the leader of the Mixtec Alliance.

"Blessed by the rain god, witnessed by the ancestors! The evil Mexica people went south on three sides, not sparing any city-state!... This time, they are not asking the Mixtec tribes to bow their heads and pay tribute, but are rushing to completely destroy the God in the Clouds. The descendants are coming!... The Mixtec tribes are like red leaves in the heavy rain in late autumn. They are at the critical moment of withering and falling... Each tribe must do their best to send warriors and militia to support, otherwise no descendants of the gods will survive!..."

"The ancient ancestors in the clouds continue us. We are the long branches of the same spruce and the fruit of the same spruce... Dear kings of Oaxaca, respected chiefs of the seaside, for the sake of our ancestors, , rescue your brother tribes and the trees in the clouds!..."

Chief Yunchen kept sending envoys with the most urgent messages to summon the support of the southern city-states. He also sent two additional envoys to the Oaxaca Valley and the southeastern seaside to seek reinforcements from the Zapotecs. He personally commanded 16,000 Mixtec warriors and the same number of conscripted militiamen, and set up camp in Hongtu Village northwest of Shanhe City to confront the alliance's middle camp.

The alliance's center army was led by Stanley the Giant Bear and also numbered 30,000 people. But Chief Yunchen was not sure of any direct decisive battle. He did not dare to retreat in front of the enemy, let alone press all the troops and strike forward!

He could only continue to send out guerrilla squads of hundreds of people to harass the Central Route Army's food roads and back roads, hoping to drag them until the rainy season when transporting food was difficult and the roads were muddy, and until the Mexica people ran out of food and retreated. Or, gather more warriors and militiamen, waiting for the opportunity for a decisive battle! As for Yunshan City further east, he could only believe in the dangerous terrain of this mountain city, the solid defense of the stone walls, and the Zapotec reinforcements in the east...

From the two opposing camps of 60,000 legions, more than three hundred miles to the southwest, over the rugged mountains, to the tributary of the raging Talsas River, there is Oak Valley City on the riverside. At this moment, the 20,000 to 30,000 West Route Army troops led by Marshal Casal have completely surrounded the Oak Valley City near the river and are fully prepared to attack the city!

In the past half month, while the Western Route Army set up camp and built trebuchets to attack the city, they also raided the surrounding river valley tribes and captured Ding Zhuang as a pioneer in attacking the city and filling in trenches. The Alliance's siege mortars are very limited in number, and they are too heavy in the difficult and narrow paths of the mountains and forests... At least that's what the female snake Gillim told Kasar, and all the siege mortars were indeed delivered. The main force of the God King's east route.

Therefore, Kasar's Western Route Army did not have heavy siege mortars, and the progress southward was also quite slow. But at this time, the Oak Valley City they faced also only had a simple city wall six or seven meters high, and had already lost a large number of tribal warriors while supporting Yeguo City. This empty lowland Mixtec city-state has completely lost its ability to fight in the field. It can only barely recruit tens of thousands of men and defend it with the support of two thousand tribal warriors.

The city was surrounded on all sides, with Mexica camps stretching for miles, and the flags of two warrior legions flying outside the city. The Mixtec descendants of Oak Valley stood on the city wall, looking at the besieging Mexica army and the sacred oak trees that had been cut down and built into ladders, all with sad expressions on their faces. At this moment, the gods and nobles all felt the end of the world and felt the omen of death. They lighted the sacred smoke, danced the tribe's ancestor worship dance, sang hymns to the rain god in the clouds, and also sang about the doomed doom and death.

"Ancestors in the clouds, see the rain god above the clouds! We under the clouds, walk towards the depths of the sea of ​​clouds... The heroic spirits of our ancestors opened their eyes and shook their heads to us. This sacred tree in the clouds has long been inhabited. Full of the dead, even the souls of the gods can only fall into the sea of ​​blood and into the underground abyss where the rain melts!... And the Rain God finally spoke. He said that the end of this era is coming today! My descendants, throw yourself into the river and sacrifice your blood... You need to cry like a river and die, and let the sacred river of blood dye the last mountain forest in the clouds red!..."

"God bless you! Release the paper fireball filled with poisonous smoke!..."

"Boom! Buzz! Boom!..."

Hundreds of people let go of the ropes, and more than twenty fireballs roared away, hitting the Mixtec city-state. Soon, large plumes of thick smoke rose in the city-state, and large tracts of thatched huts were ignited by splashing flames. The Mexican warriors drove the captured men away, destroyed the fences outside the city, filled the dug pits, and cleared the road to attack the city. More warriors were praying before the fight beside the ladder for siege.

"Praise the Lord God! We fight for the Lord God and die for the Lord God! After our death, we will ascend to the peaceful Kingdom of God, and then fall down and turn into screaming red sparrows, flying in the mountains and forests of the Lord God!..."

Panic shouts rang out from the city, and pious prayers echoed outside the city. Conquest and fighting are about to begin again, but how long can the Mixtec people continue to struggle?

The mountain forest in the clouds burst into black smoke, and the beautiful cardinals chirped happily. The long river of Talsas flows turbulently, passing through the twists and turns of the mountain river, heading to the lower reaches of the long river in the west... until one thousand three hundred miles away, the kingdom's prosperous Lithospermum City and the sparkling Atoyak Lake .

The calm lake surface is dyed with the red glow of the setting sun, and the shuttle boats bring goods and hope. And a strange-looking large square-headed boat, with two large and long sails hanging on it, was moving lightly through the lake, attracting the curious eyes of many tribesmen. And when they saw the two flags on the bow of the ship, and saw the main god and the birds in the apocalypse, they all bowed their heads and saluted, and recited the names of the gods devoutly.

"Praise the Lord God Huitziloppo! Praise the bird priest who can make the fields abundant!..."

The mysterious ship changes its direction of sail, taking advantage of the wind so flexibly that the sailors rowing cannot be seen at all, but it is faster than the rowing ships. Looking carefully, there were only a few people on the boat. Apart from the priests of the Divine Enlightenment Institute, there were only three old men wearing different clothes. An old man has a strong physique and holds a shaman's scepter in his hand, which is like a "big stick". An old man squatted on the bow of the boat with a grass stem in his mouth, looking at the sailboat "flying" in surprise. The last old man adjusted the sail, with a happy smile on his face, but also a little timid, holding on to the "golden talisman" of the main god.