Chapter 187 After the City Is Conquered
The setting sun sets on the tall buildings, reflecting golden silhouettes, outlining the hero's tragic end. The strong wind blew the flags and made a "clattering" sound, like the approaching footsteps of death.
"Crocodile" noble Osipi stood upstairs, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was heaving. He stared towards the west, watching the flags of the gods and nobles fall one after another, and hearing the fierce sound of fighting in the distance approaching quickly, but no more troops could be sent to stop them. At this moment, the fall of the fortress is a foregone conclusion!
Even though he was well prepared, the Northern Marshal still felt desperate and cried out in pain.
"Such a strong fortress, in my hands, only lasted for two months! There is no such strong city in the south, and the capital's military strength is empty. Is the kingdom destined to perish?!"
"Master! The west gate has fallen, the situation is not good, please let us escort you to retreat first!"
A family warrior, covered in blood, rushed back from the western front line and fell directly at the feet of Ospai, shouting anxiously.
"Escape? Where to escape?! The 'Crocodile' fiefdom has been inherited here, and there is no place for it in the capital. The gods and ancestors are watching me! I have already made a promise, and I swear to live and die with the fortress!"
Speaking of this, the "crocodile" noble suddenly became excited. He couldn't help but pull out the copper ax from his waist, stared outside the southern city, and slashed at the Mexica's "Black Wolf" flag several times while shouting curses.
"Death! Die! When I chased you on the river that day, I should have killed you and cut you into several pieces!"
Osipai looked ferocious and cursed for only a moment before another family warrior rushed over, shedding blood along the way.
"Master! The Mexicans have surrounded this place and are about to attack!"
Through the attic, the "crocodile" noble looked down, where fanatical enemy warriors surrounded the upper floors. A young warrior leader raised his bow and fired an arrow, accurately shooting his own bodyguard, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"Go to hell!" Osipai took out his long bow, nocked it and fired an arrow. His hands were shaking violently and were a little unsteady. This arrow only killed one of the bow-wielding militiamen. When the young samurai downstairs heard the news, his subconscious flashed quickly, showing his extraordinary martial arts. Then, when he looked up, he saw sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, confident and sharp.
"Ah, why do the Mexicans have so many warriors! That's all, I'm determined to die, so why bother killing the warriors!"
The "crocodile" nobleman suddenly became powerless and his spirits waned. He threw away the long bow in his hand, held the bronze ax again, stroked the bronze ax surface, and felt the coldness of the tentacles.
"Master, the enemy is attacking! Please be prepared and go to the Kingdom of God fearlessly! We will follow you on the road together!"
The new family warrior chief lay on the ground and said sincerely.
Ospie nodded. He crossed the copper ax in his hand and placed it on his neck, feeling the sharp tip of the ax and his skin tingling slightly. Then, he closed his eyes and shouted loudly.
"For the glory of the gods!"
After a while, the sound of fighting became closer and closer, mixed with the sound of continuous bows and arrows piercing the air, and constant screams. The family warrior chief raised his head, looked at the "crocodile" family leader who seemed to be sleeping, was startled, and then fell to the ground again to persuade.
"Master, the enemy has arrived upstairs! Please go to the Kingdom of God calmly! I will sort out the body for you!"
In this quiet moment, Ospai opened his eyes, and the past events came to his mind. He succeeded to the throne at a young age and was very high-spirited. When he was middle-aged, he went to war and was brave enough to conquer the Tekos tribe and win a great victory. Sweeping the Chichimec Dogs, infinite scenery and resisting the Mexica Alliance, the fire of defeat on the lake. There was a changing reluctance in his eyes, and infinite sadness on his face.
"For the glory of the kingdom!"
"Crocodile" the nobleman shouted again in a deep voice. The injury on his right arm was still aching, and he seemed to be unable to exert strength just now, so he changed the copper ax in his hand to his left arm. Then, the ax tip changed direction and approached the neck again.
A moment later, the sound of fierce fighting reached the door, and the wild shouts of the Mexica people could be clearly heard.
"Capture the Divine Marshal alive and sacrifice it to the Supreme God!"
Then, there was a crisp "click" as the flag broke.
Looking at the head of the family who was as quiet as a sculpture, the family warrior chief showed despair. He fell on the ground and knocked hard several times.
"Master, the flag has been broken, and the enemy is right in front of you! Please go to the Kingdom of God with dignity! I will go first and die for the family!"
After saying that, the family warrior chief stood up from the ground, turned around resolutely, and went to kill outside the door. Not long after, there was a death cry.
Osipai opened his eyes, looked around, let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes again.
"For the glory of the family!"
This time, he made up his mind and gritted his teeth. As long as he recited a dying poem, the "Crocodile" family would end from now on!
Outside the attic door, "Black Wolf" Toltec smashed the oncoming warrior captain to death with two sticks. Immediately, he looked inside the door. The enemy marshal in gorgeous uniform was closing his eyes, holding a battle ax horizontally, and was about to kill himself.
Out of respect for the warriors who died, Toltec held the war stick, stopped and stood solemnly at the door. He looked forward to the brilliant blooming of the bright red flower and the beautiful withering of the warrior's life. After a while, the enemy marshal still maintained the posture of committing suicide, but slightly cut some skin with the tip of the ax, leaving a faint blood mark on his neck.
Toltec was stunned for a moment, and then he spat out angry curse words! He rushed forward and struck Osipai on the left shoulder with the edgeless side of his war stick. "Crocodile" the nobleman cried out in pain and was knocked to the ground. He dropped the copper ax in his left hand as if relieved, waiting for the judgment of fate.
"Black Wolf" became angry, slapped Osipai twice with his backhand, and yelled angrily.
"You bluffing rat fish! You pretend to be a hero, but you can't even cut your neck for a long time!"
Ospie groaned in pain, with stars in his eyes and bruises and swollen palm prints on his face. He had indeed made up his mind, but he just thought that the family that had been passed down for hundreds of years was about to perish. His heart was so confused that he could never think of a poem to say before his death.
Toltec let out his anger freely, then grabbed the lapel of Ospai's clothes and laughed.
"I, Toltec, captured the enemy marshal alive!"
"Black Wolf" took out the hemp rope from his waist, tied up Ospie like a crocodile, and dragged him directly to the top of the building. Then, he shook the broken marshal's flag with one hand, pulled Osipi up from the ground with the other hand, and shouted with all his strength.
"I, Toltec, captured the enemy marshal alive!"
At the passage under the south city wall, thousands of Tarasco's warriors and militiamen were still resisting desperately, but suddenly they heard a thunderous roar from the tall buildings. The defenders above and below the city looked up and saw only the broken "crocodile" flag and the captured marshal in fine uniform.
At this moment, the resistance of the Tarasco defenders suddenly stopped, and complete despair appeared in their eyes. A moment later, like water falling from a waterfall, shouting meaninglessly, the defenders of the fortress finally collapsed!
Dozens of nobles and their guards fled in all directions, heading for what they thought was their escape route. Hundreds of warriors formed a spear formation and resisted, but were immediately shot to death by the gathered archers. Five thousand militiamen fell to the ground and surrendered, shouting and begging for mercy!
The long siege lasted for half a day, the entangled fighting lasted for several moments, but the complete collapse only happened in this moment. After only two moments of collapse, there was no longer any resistance in the city.
A messenger quickly left the city and reported to Shulot loudly.
"Your Highness, Toltec captured the enemy marshal alive! The river mouth fortress has fallen!"
As the sun set, facing the fallen fortress, the young commander laughed heartily. He laughed happily, heartily, and shook the world!
The hearty laughter floated far away, fell in the ears of the guards, and fell in the hearts of the warriors, which also shocked people's hearts.
After half a year of confrontation and two months of siege, the Northern Army of Mexico finally captured the river mouth fortress. This is the strongest and hardest fortress of the Tarascans, which has never been conquered by foreigners. When an army breaks through this place, it breaks the shell like a hard-boiled turkey egg. Next, there is the vast southern shore of Lake Quetseo, a soft and fragile albumen. There is also the fertile Patzcuaro Lake District, which is home to the best egg yolk in the kingdom, and a delicious meal is right in front of you!
With a bold heart in his heart, Shulot strode towards the fortress. As soon as he entered the fortress, "Black Wolf" Toltec came dragging Osipi. At this moment, the "crocodile" nobleman's hair was disheveled, his face was ashen, and he was full of embarrassment at the end of the road.
"Your Highness, I salute you! I, Toltec, offer you the marshal of the enemy, a great victory in this battle!"
Toltec was in high spirits, knelt on one knee, raised his head and shouted.
The young commander laughed loudly. He took two steps forward, lifted the "Black Wolf" up, and then patted the opponent's shoulder hard.
"Well, you are indeed my Black Wolf! Capturing the enemy marshal alive should be the first achievement in this battle!"
Then, the corners of Shulot's mouth raised, half-smiling. He approached the "crocodile" noble who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the old opponent with a gray face, and smiled sadly.
"Ospai, I heard that you once swore an oath to accept Bertard and me as your subordinates?"
The "crocodile" noble's face turned green and red. He raised his head slightly, showing his final strength.
"Your Highness, kill if you want. The divine descendant of the crocodile cannot be humiliated!"
Upon hearing this, Toltec stood up directly, grabbed the collar of Ospai, and punched the waist under the ribs. "Crocodile" the nobleman screamed in pain, and then curled up into a shrimp.
"You rat fish! You killed yourself for a long time and you're still here!"
Hearing Toltec's words, Shulot's heart moved. He looked at Osipai's expression again and then said.
"Heilang, drag him around the fortress to scare the surrendering enemy warriors and militiamen! Be careful to save his life!"
Toltec promised solemnly, exerted force in his hands, and dragged Osipi away.
Then, Shulot climbed to the top of the city, looked at the traces of smoke and fire, and then looked at the flames that ignited somewhere in the fortress, and called the veteran Etalik who had been waiting for a long time.
"Etalik, this time you have contributed a lot to breaking the city, but you can only be ranked third! I will keep your contribution in mind. Now, quickly collect the food and grass in the city, send the temple guards to garrison, and then extinguish the city Flame. In addition, another batch of food supplies was allocated from the seizure to appease the Chichimek descendants who suffered heavy casualties.
The army came hundreds of miles away, and the food route was difficult. Obtaining one load of grain from the enemy can reduce the burden of the capital by three loads! "
"Your Highness, you are the future head of the family, and I will obey all your wishes! This battle is a great victory, the red sun is shining in the sky, and your reputation will spread throughout the world!"
Hearing this, Etalik didn't mind and nodded respectfully to accept the order. Immediately, he expressed his sincere praise and turned around to get busy.
Shulot nodded slightly, the veteran of the family is always safe. Then, he looked at the passage below the city. Most of the Divine Blessing Legion who arrived first were covered in blood, and the warriors probably suffered heavy casualties.
At this time, these devout Otomi warriors were filled with murderous intent. They held the talisman of the Lord God in one hand and the captives on the ground with the other, forcing the militiamen of Tarasco to convert. As long as someone dares to refuse to pray to the Lord God, he will be killed on the spot with a stick.
Seeing the sincere piety of the Divine Blessing Legion, Shulot nodded secretly. He thought for a moment, then summoned Natalie, whose leather armor was bright red and whose eyes were also red.
"Pious Captain Natalie, the Divine Blessing Legion attacked the fortress first. This battle should be regarded as a secondary achievement!"
Natalie closed her eyes and prayed silently for a moment to calm down the killing emotion. After a moment, he opened his eyes calmly and nodded slowly like a sculpture.
"Thank you for your great love, Your Highness. Praise the Lord God! We captured fortified cities for Him, and we spread glory for Him!"
“Praise the Lord God!”
Shulot paid a solemn greeting and then asked.
"Natalie, the Divine Blessing Legion has suffered a lot of casualties. What reward do you want?"
The young legion commander looked solemn. He thought for a moment and said firmly.
"Please, Your Highness, worship the fallen divine warriors and lead them to the Kingdom of God. Please treat the injured legion comrades and place them in the northern wooden castle for recuperation. Finally, please allow us to participate in the conversion ceremony of the Tarascan people and spread the word Glory to the Lord God!”
Hearing these unobtrusive requests, Xiuluo nodded and laughed with satisfaction.
"Okay, the Divine Blessing Legion is my loyal subordinate, as it should be! You and the priests will light the holy fire first, mix the blood wine, and the conversion ceremony will be held immediately!"
Finally, the young commander looked around. In the mottled fortress, there are damaged buildings, coagulated bloodstains, and fallen bodies everywhere. The air was filled with thick blood, mixed with burning smoke. Only the solid city wall of bluestone still stands at the key Leman River mouth, exerting new defensive power!
Shulot climbed up to the watchtower, and the boiling fortress gradually became quiet. Behind the city wall, Tarasco's militiamen were full of fear and fear. They knelt on the ground and formed a sea of people, at least five thousand in number. Inside and outside the city walls, tens of thousands of Mexican warriors occupied key points, their faces full of murderous intent.
The young commander smiled slightly and raised his arms. Tens of thousands of people raised their arms at the same time, waved their weapons, and gave thunderous cheers. This was the victorious army!
Amidst the thundering cheers, Shulot looked south. There are vast rivers and lakes, vast plains, dense villages and prosperous towns. All the way south from Lake Quiceo, past the isolated Huayamo Fortress, you will find the royal capital of the Tarascans!
Thinking of this, the young commander laughed loudly, and the road ahead was already smooth! His heart was surging and he recited loudly, and the guards beside him knelt down to record it.
"I came to the lake, I saw the people, I conquered the kingdom!"
At the end of December, the Mexican Northern Route Army captured the river mouth fortress, and the northern line of Tarasco was breached and fell. The army had only rested for three days before Xiulote gathered the navy again, transported the main force of the north route, and landed on the south bank of Lake Quetseo.
Tens of thousands of Mexican troops then marched straight in without stopping, while the remaining local militiamen fled. On the first day of the New Year, the Northern Route Army finally arrived at the fortress of Huayamo and entered the Patzcuaro Lake area, only more than a hundred miles away from the copper capital Qin Congcan. When such shocking news came, the Kingdom of Tarasco was completely shaken, and its survival was at stake!
Ah, I've been a little busy lately, I'll make up for the missing chapter later, (_).