Chapter 185 Siege and Explosion Part 2

The autumn wind was full of chilling force, blowing away the smoke of the explosion of caltrops and bringing the pungent smell of gunpowder. The roar of the "god" echoed in the wind for a long time, and the rich blood melted into the wind, like the world of the dead!

Shulot looked calm as he examined the battle situation in front of him.

In the second wave of bombings, the Tarasco gun array at the top of the city was completely scattered, and hundreds of warriors and militiamen were suddenly blown down. The canine descendants who dropped the bomb were also panicked, lying on the top of the city trembling. After a while, most of the militiamen who were knocked down by the bombing stood up unsteadily, their ears buzzing, and they completely lost the courage to fight. They howled in random fear, staggered with wounds of various sizes, and fled down the city with horror on their faces.

Facing the fleeing enemies, the canine warriors did not pursue them. They were also overwhelmed by the approaching explosion, immersed in the power of the alien gods, and feared by the thunder beyond the times. The canine descendants knelt down at the top of the city, dropped their shields, and uttered meaningless shouts. Then, the bombardier who completed the mission was distracted for a moment, and suddenly retreated as if he had awakened, leading the canine warriors to collapse together.

The fierce fighting was suddenly interrupted. Both Xianden and the defenders retreated in fear. The two warring parties left a large blank space, and there was a strange scene on top of the city. In this moment of sudden silence, only the rapid arrows passed by each other, fulfilling the mission of war, penetrating the defenders who had forgotten to evade, and bringing out a cry of pain and struggle!

Shulot looked at the city with bright eyes. He watched as a large number of defenders were knocked down by the sound, and then got up and ran away in fear. The young commander laughed loudly and thought to himself.

Perhaps due to the lack of certain key steps or insufficient purity, the explosive power of primitive black powder has always been limited. The lethal range of the explosion of caltrops is only a short two or three steps, so it must be thrown into the crowd by the bombardier. It is difficult to throw it with a trebuchet with an accuracy of ten steps. Likewise, this dangerous weapon had no stability at all. The burning speed of the match rope was difficult to control, and the caltrop often ignited early or late. The bombardier has become a destined consumable, which is why Shulot chose the canine.

At this moment, there was a rush on the city, and the defenders fell into disorder and chaos. In the continuous explosions, not many enemies were actually killed by potsherds, but the sound and air waves of the two explosions were fatal to the enemy defenders!

Faced with a favorable fighting opportunity, Shulot made a decision without hesitation. He threw away the bright red flag and suddenly waved the yellow flag of the sun, shouting orders.

"The Lord God protects us, we will win this battle! God Bless the Legion, charge to the city!"

The low drums beat fiercely again, beating the footsteps of the charge. The high-pitched gongs sounded, inspiring the samurai's murderous intent. The three thousand Divine Blessing Corps held the sun amulet around their necks and shouted in unison.

"Fight for God, die for God!"

Then, the Divine Blessing Warriors showed enthusiasm and rushed forward violently. They waved their war clubs and without hesitation killed the scattered canine descendants and drove them to both sides. Then, in the rain of arrows that temporarily stopped at the top of the city, the Divine Blessing Legion quickly climbed up the city, directly killing the canine descendants who were lying on the ground blocking the way, and boarded hundreds of warriors in a matter of seconds.

Legion commander Natalie, holding a large shield and war club, led his bodyguards to charge forward without stopping. Beside him is Waymark, a close friend who has converted to the Lord God and is reunited. With awe-inspiring murderous intentions, the two men risked their own lives and pounced directly on the chaotic crowd, completely defeating the retreating city defenders. A large group of divine warriors followed closely and pounced ferociously on the enemy. They hardly used shields to block them, they just waved their offensive weapons desperately and kept charging.

The sound of fighting sounded again, and the city head of the Hekou Fortress turned into a sacred altar. The fanatical war stick cuts the weak body and smashes the strong head, trying to turn everything alive into a sacrifice to the Lord God!

Natalie charged all the way until she had taken dozens of steps before she encountered a real obstacle. A dozen Tarasco warriors who were still holding on occupied the narrow passage and formed a spear formation to block it. The dense spears stabbed alternately and repeatedly hit the young legion commander's shield, making it difficult for him to break through for a while.

On the watchtower at the top of the city, the marshal of the fortress finally reacted. The "crocodile" flag was waving rapidly with holes and arrow marks. Five hundred elite reserves shouted loudly to obey. These loyal warrior backbones, accompanied by three thousand reserve Tarasco militiamen, rushed out of the fortress and rushed towards the city.

The Divine Blessing Warriors boarded thousands of people and quickly expanded to the left and right, but were blocked by the enemy's spear array that gradually reacted. Faced with this situation, a blessed warrior's eyes turned red and he roared loudly.

"Your Majesty the Lord Huitzilopochtli, Ikot of Herotepec is dedicated to you!"

After shouting the last name, Yicott ran two steps quickly, holding up the heavy shield with his left hand, holding the amulet around his neck with his right hand, and rushed into the gun formation on the opposite side. Under the huge impact, the bronze spear on the front suddenly penetrated into the shield, and the bronze spears on both sides penetrated deeply into the body. Yicott's expression was painful and ferocious for a moment, then he left a dying smile, tilted his head and died.

A cold murderous intention suddenly appeared on Natalie's sculptured face. The moment the spear on the opposite side was restrained by Yicot's body, he quickly raised his shield and pounced on him, then swung his war stick briefly and smashed three heads into pieces! The gun array was destroyed, and the agile Waymark took advantage of the situation and continued to kill two people. The warriors behind them swarmed forward, and the dozen or so warriors who formed a formation to defend the city fell to the ground one after another. The last young warrior of Tarasco threw away his spear, fell to the ground and surrendered in fear, and then received a stick slashing at his neck.

Wemak swung his war club and used the sharp obsidian blade to cut off the neck of the man lying on the ground! Then, he wiped the bright red warmth that splashed all over his face, looked around, and said to the captain in a stern voice.

"Natalie, the enemy's support is coming soon! The top of the city is narrow and we can't deploy too many troops. There are also enemies shooting arrows from the bottom of the city. We have to charge to the passage and rush down the city as soon as possible!"

Natalie was covered in blood. He pulled out the feather arrows nailed on the shield and nodded expressionlessly. The two led the guards again, led by the soldiers, and rushed to the nearest passage. Hundreds of blessed warriors behind them also followed, and then in the narrow passage, they collided violently with the large reinforcements from the opposite side!

Under the will to die, the battle instantly reached a climax. The war club cut the neck, the bronze spear pierced the waist and abdomen, the blood of the warriors on both sides sprayed on each other, and they hugged each other and died tragically together!

Xiuluot stared for a moment, and the enemy's last reserve had already come up to support. The two sides fought fiercely on the city walls and passages, and the enemy nobles' flags also fluttered on the front line of the battle. This was the last and most cruel entanglement! Through fierce attacks, the God's Blessed Legion firmly occupied the top of the city, but there were at least 7,000 warriors and militiamen in the city, who were relying on the terrain and resisting stubbornly under the command of the commander.

The young commander waved the flag again, and several conch shells sounded. Hundreds of guards rushed up from the rear and reorganized hundreds of longbow warriors. The warriors returned to command, then abandoned the shield car and climbed to the top of the city. They had to shoot at the enemy archers below on the narrow city wall!

Then, Xiuluot looked to the west. To minimize casualties in the siege, it depends on the surprise attack at the water gate!

At this time, on the west wall of the estuary fortress, the old militiaman Chivaco was lying on the top of the city, staring at the still burning water gate and the gradually approaching boat. At the estuary outside the water gate, hundreds of Mexica boats were lined up in a tight formation, approaching quickly while continuously shooting arrows at the top of the city. The arrow rain came in a continuous manner, and the archers on the top of the city fought back sporadically, and the prepared rolling stones and wooden beams were not used.

The attack of the Mexica navy was launched together with the general attack on the south city. Chihuaco looked at the hundreds of attacking boats and didn't think much of it at first. With his experience of more than ten years of fighting, it is absolutely impossible to capture the city wall by archery alone. The western water gate is thick and solid, and is under the key protection of the top of the city. If hundreds of boats dare to approach and destroy it, let them taste the power of rolling stones and wooden beams!

The old militiaman's attention is always focused on the direction of the south city, speculating on the progress of the war. He has made contributions to defending the city and has offered rockets. By pleading with the young noble master, he finally got what he wanted and was transferred to the west wall as the captain of the militia. The noble lord comforted him, accepted him as a vassal, and gave him a private task, which was exactly what he wanted.

In the past two days, he deliberately brought all the militiamen he was familiar with to this part of the city wall and gave them some advice secretly, especially to the five or six militiamen from the same village. At the critical moment, the lords are not reliable at all. The only ones who can be relied on are these fellow villagers and clansmen who have shared life and death!

The attack outside the water gate started almost as he expected. Both sides shot arrows at each other, and the militiamen hid behind the earthen platform and wooden shields with peace of mind, and there were not many casualties. Then, on a large boat, the young warrior leader suddenly waved his hand. Several warriors suddenly rowed a small boat, rushed straight to the water gate at the fastest speed, and rushed into the water gate within thirty steps in an instant.

The old militia looked at the city in confusion. The boat that sent the death was getting closer and closer, and there was a huge wooden coffin on it. There seemed to be copper nails nailed to the coffin, but there was a hole at the edge to lead out a thin long rope. Amid the sporadic bows and arrows from the city wall, the boat quickly rushed to the heavy water gate and pressed tightly against the wooden door. Then, the warriors on the boat raised their shields, quickly took out the prepared fire, and directly ignited the long rope from the middle. Then, among the stones thrown from the city wall, the warriors did not hesitate, jumped into the river quickly, and then swam away desperately, as if they were escaping from something.

Seeing this inexplicably familiar scene, the old militiaman's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously looked at the Mexica fleet first. At a distance of nearly a hundred steps, the warriors on the boat covered their ears with their hands and lay on the boat. He looked around again, and the archers around him were leaning out and shooting arrows at the warriors who were swimming away. At the critical moment, the old militiaman was startled and only had time to shout loudly.

"Block your ears and lie on the top of the city wall! Lie still!"

Then, the old militia followed suit, and was the first to lie on the top of the city wall, plugging his ears with a headscarf, and then holding on to the solid parapet with his hands. The militiamen who had shared life and death were startled, and followed suit, lying on the ground. The other militiamen were confused and still looking around.

After just a dozen breaths, an unparalleled explosion suddenly sounded! Like a falling meteor, it hit the top of the city wall, with a roar and explosion that drowned everything!

Amid the sound waves that shook the earth and the sky, the top of the city wall trembled slightly, the rolling stones and wooden beams kept shaking, and even the earth platform began to shake off. The sound waves came with a sharp whistle that broke the air. Dozens of militiamen who were shooting arrows suddenly became deaf, their cerebellums were unbalanced, and then they swayed and fell off the top of the city wall, falling into the equally turbulent river, and there was no sound.

Hundreds of militiamen on the top of the city wall were unstable and immediately rolled to the ground like gourds. The lucky ones were blocked by the earthen platform and barely escaped death, while the unlucky ones rolled down the wall directly, struggling to fall into the inner city from a height of six meters, leaving behind a shrill scream and a pool of spreading blood.

The roar of the "god" echoed far away, and the whole fortress could hear it clearly. In the roar, all the commanders and nobles looked west in fear, not knowing what had happened. On the west wall, the warriors in charge of supervising the battle also showed panic, unable to calm down from the tremor for a long time, not to mention the militiamen who were deprived of their minds and rolled and howled.

The young "Black Wolf" Toltec looked at the scene in front of him in shock. Although His Highness repeatedly reminded him, he had also seen the explosion of dozens of kilograms of gunpowder, but everything in front of him still made him tremble in his heart!

In the huge explosion, the thick wooden coffin filled with hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder suddenly exploded into fragments all over the sky, like a toy of the gods. The air wave rolled suddenly, and the solid wooden top cover weighing dozens of kilograms broke into several pieces, flew directly up six meters, and cut several defenders on the city head to the ground. More broken wood penetrated deeply into the water gate, and the thick wooden water gate was completely shattered, with countless broken traces. Then, a blazing flame burst up, burning on the wreckage of the boat and the water gate at the same time. Soon, smoke floated all over the sky, like a black cloud of death swallowing everything, completely obscuring the view.

There was silence outside the city, all the feather arrows stopped at the same time, only the sound of burning flames. Then, a shrill howl sounded from the top of the city, and a piercing cry for help came from the side, awakening the shocked and dazed "Black Wolf".

Toltec raised his eyebrows and looked around. Even though there was a distance of more than a hundred steps, there were still many longbow militiamen in the surrounding boats who fell into the water and were struggling for help. And the several warriors who jumped out of the boat in front and were swimming back were completely stunned by the sound waves, and they were up and down on the water, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

Fortunately, the 1,500 temple guards on the ship did not change their expressions. They had long been told of the power of the gods, and they were only shocked for a moment, and then they stood up again with fanaticism, roaring and cheering.

"The Lord Huitzilopochtli has descended here! The Lord has descended here! God bless us, we will win!"

The continuous shouts shocked the city walls and boosted the morale of the army. Then, Toltec waved his hand, and several large boats carrying fierce warriors and large pottery jars filled with water rushed forward. The warriors wore paper armor dipped in water, cotton helmets soaked in water, and held copper chisels and stone hammers, and rushed towards the burning water gate without fear.

Amid the thunderous cheers, the old militiaman was heartbroken. He took out the herb bag and took a deep breath, watching the enemy's boat approach.

As soon as they approached the water gate, the Mexica warriors used their arms to push the pottery jars filled with water directly to the burning water gate. Then, when the flames died down a little, the warriors swung copper chisels and stone hammers to completely break up the remains of the wooden door. The water gate of the west city was opened, and there was no obstacle in front of the warriors!

The old militiaman opened his eyes wide and looked desperate. He looked at the enemy ships rushing into the water gate, and then at the surging fleet that followed. He had just stood up and fell down again powerlessly, letting out a long sigh of relief on the top of the city.

"This man-eating fortress has finally fallen!"