Chapter 232 Breaking the City (Part 1)

"Reed, my silly daughter. Remember what daddy said. You stay inside tonight and don't come out! No matter what you hear, don't come out!"

The old militiaman Chivaco squatted in the corner of the hut, whispering repeatedly. He stretched out his hand, stretched it toward the ground, and his palm disappeared.

The fire pit in the house flickered with a dim light, illuminating the simple hut and outlining the shadows in the corner. It turned out that a small hole had appeared on the mud ground at some point. A small figure was hidden in the hole. The old militiaman touched the figure's head lovingly and couldn't help but say it again.

"Don't come out! Wait for daddy to come back."

In the narrow hole, little Reed nodded timidly. Beside her was a can of water, a few corn cakes, and a small basket of dried fruits. Chivaco squatted and looked at his daughter for a while, then remembered the gift he brought back. He reached out and fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a rare piece of venison jerky, and carefully handed it into the hole.

Smelling the aroma of dried meat, little Reed's eyes lit up. She took the dried meat from her father's hand and started to chew it. The dried meat was very thin and the meat was not hard. Little Reed chewed it carefully in her mouth, like a little hamster chewing.

Chivako had a gentle smile on his face. He looked at his daughter for a while, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch Reed's little face, and then sighed.

"Reed, Daddy is leaving. Daddy has a lot of things to do today. I want to avenge you, your brother, and your mother. If I can't come back, you have to take care of yourself."

Little Reed shook her head and pulled her little face out of Chivako's hand. Then, she continued to chew the dried meat happily, and she didn't know if she heard what her father said.

Chivako sighed again. How could such a young daughter take care of herself? He looked at it for a while, and then reluctantly got up, brought two bundles of hay, covered the entrance to the cave, and left a ventilated hole. Then, the old militiaman looked around the simple home, threw the clay pot to the ground and smashed it, overturned several clay pots, and kicked the straw bed everywhere.

After leaving traces of looting, Chivaco took a last look at the location of the cave. The reeds hid inside obediently without making any sound. The old militiaman smiled. He put out the fire in the fire pit, pushed open the door, and left with the door open.

At the door, Wezti was wearing a headscarf and holding a spear, staring at the moon in a daze. More than a week had passed in May, and the incomplete half moon hung in the night sky, like a half-eaten cake. The old militiaman walked up and patted Dai Mu's shoulder hard.

"Mu Mu, have you packed everything?"

"Yeah. There's nothing to pack."

Wezti replied in a muffled voice.

Chivaco nodded, and then he also held the spear and strode towards the south of the city.

"Let's go. It's time to get going!"

Soon, the remaining old brothers also gathered one after another. The group did not speak, and walked forward quietly under the faint moonlight.

The capital at night is like a waning moon in the sky. The half near the city gate is the civilian area, desolate and seldom seen with fire. The half near the inner side is the noble area, with bright lights and still noisy.

Far away, the tall "House of Wind" towers tall, and the eternal holy fire illuminates the distant sky. The ancient and sacred hymns came faintly in the wind. The priests prayed all night, praying for the blessing of the gods, bringing victory, and praying that the magnificent capital would never fall.

In the singing of the priests, Chivaco's mouth showed a sneer. Soon, the sneer turned into a smile. A team of patrolling warriors passed by, and the noble leader asked a few questions carefully before waving his hand to let the militia warriors "get out".

The group continued to lower their heads and came to the south gate in silence. Puapu had already brought a dozen warriors and waited here impatiently.

"Old man Qi, have you made all the arrangements?"

"Yes, yes. What about you, sir?"

"Oh! Arrangements, what can I arrange? If I die tonight, can my wife and children survive? Besides, there are many people in the family, and if I really make arrangements, I'm afraid the news will leak out."

"Sir, you are wise and courageous, and you are a man who can do great things."

Chivaco complimented in a low voice. Then, he looked at the city wall not far away and asked cautiously.

"Sir, where are the militiamen guarding the city wall?"

"They are all in the house. Today I went to get a batch of fruit wine, and then found a reason to gather the militiamen together. They drank wine all night, and now they are probably sleeping soundly in the house."

Puapu was obviously a little anxious. He followed the old militia's gaze, looked at the sparse figures on this section of the city wall, and spoke impatiently.

"Don't worry, these people on the wall are all ours. The secret door under the wall has been cleared. Now we just have to wait for the Mexica to come!"

Chihuaco nodded. He turned to the youngest Ayuli and said.

"Little Ayuli, you are the most flexible. Take the token of contact and wait outside the city first."

Ayuli blinked and went to the direction of the secret door. Chihuaco looked around for a while, then walked into the shadow at the foot of the wall and began to wait with peace of mind.

Puap looked at the deep sky, and then at the fire in the palace in the distance. He paced back and forth uneasily, walked for a while, and couldn't help but speak.

"Why haven't they come yet?"

The old militiaman raised his head, looked at the position of the moon, and then answered patiently.

"The moon is not yet in the middle of the sky. Don't worry, the Mexica will come. They are more anxious than us."

The night wind blew, and a dark cloud slowly drifted in, covering the dim moon, making the sky darker. The sound of wind whistled through the city wall, like a low dirge. Suddenly, several deep night owl sounds came from outside the city.

Puap perked up. He looked towards the city wall. A torch on the wall swayed and circled several times.

"The Mexicans are finally here!"

Not far outside the city, Nekali lowered his body and raised his head, also looking at the shaking torches on the city wall. Then, he turned around and shouted to the elite scouts behind him.

"That's it! Stay close to the city wall and don't make any sound."

After speaking, the senior scout half-hunched over and took the lead in approaching the edge of this section of the city wall. The city walls, which were heavily guarded during the day, were now empty. A large pile of stones and ash bottles were placed at the top of the city. Necali's palms became sweaty when he saw them. Next to the equipment used to defend the city, a few defenders poked their heads out. They looked at the Mexica scouts who were approaching quickly and just nodded happily.

"Come on, the secret door is here!"

A thin figure suddenly appeared from under the city wall. Xiao Yauli waved his right hand vigorously, holding a red wooden sign. Necali pulled out the copper ax from his waist and stepped forward quickly. He looked at the shape of the wooden sign and made a gesture behind him again.

The moonlight was dim, and the Mexica scouts followed Yauli's figure to a rough wall. Yayuli squatted down and disappeared from the sight of the scouts. Necali hurried forward and leaned over to check. Only then did he discover that there was an inconspicuous hole at the base of the wall. The hole leads to the side and downwards at an angle, and is extremely narrow, barely enough for even one person to pass through.

"I hate burrowing like a hare!"

Nekali shrunk and crawled into the hole, muttering bitterly. What kind of secret door is this? It's clearly a narrow tunnel! The walls on both sides were pitted and uneven, scratching the leather armor on his body. After climbing for a while, the senior scout's forehead started to sweat again. In this kind of terrain, he couldn't even stand up straight. If there were two people blocking the other end, it would be like poking fish on land, and one of them would die.

After crawling hard for dozens of breaths, the hole on the other side was clearly visible. Necali held her breath and carefully reached out her hand to explore. Another pair of big, calloused hands grabbed him and pulled him out of the hole with a strong pull.

"God bless us! We meet again, Mexica!"

Chihuaco had a smile on his face.

"Yes. God bless you! Thank you for your help, Prepecha man."

As soon as Necali stood still on the ground, he looked around impatiently. The tall stone wall was so indestructible, but it was already behind him. And before his eyes, there was a magnificent and prosperous capital city! The majestic pyramid lit the sacred fire, and the towering Palace of Winds was illuminated by candlelight. And on the streets in the center of the city, there are countless dots of lights. The firelight flickered in the noble garden, like the stars in the sky at night!

Seeing all this, Necali's face showed a wolf-like smile. He looked at it greedily for a while, then turned around and helped the scouts behind him enter the city. The old militiaman looked calm and watched as more and more Mexican warriors gathered. These warriors wear Tarasco-style leather armor and have lightweight copper axes tied to their waists. They look strong and resolute, just like the former copper ax guards.

The moonlight flows quietly. About two-quarters of an hour later, more than a hundred Mexica elites had gathered at the tunnel, each wearing armor and holding axes, with murderous intent in their eyes. Looking at these strong and indifferent Mexica warriors, Puap shuddered and suddenly felt regretful.

Seeing Puap's expression, Nekali tightened his grip on the copper ax in his hand and grinned.

"Hey, Prepecha's partner. Next, it's time for us to open the city gate!"

Huitu Puap gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Wait until there is a lot of digging noise, in case it attracts the attention of the patrol. We don't have enough people. By the way, the defenders in this section are my men. They are all arranged in the big room in front. We also need to deal with them as much as possible. . You bring some warriors and go with me to capture them first."

Hearing this, Necali frowned. he asked doubtfully.

"You can't control your men?"

"I haven't been in charge of this unit for long, and I don't have many reliable cronies. For things like tonight, the fewer people who know about it, the better."

"Okay! Lead the way."

Necali nodded expressionlessly. He looked around, estimated the number of people on the inside, and began to take the initiative. The senior scout made a few gestures, and nearly a hundred Mexica warriors followed Puap and the old militiamen to a row of large houses not far away.

"Which houses are occupied?"

"In order to defend the city, all the residents close to the city wall have been moved away by the chief. There are only militiamen stationed here. From here to here, you will block the door and I will send people to wake them up one by one and force them to They join in."

"No need to bother!"

Necali interrupted Puap coldly. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Are all your people here?"

Seeing Nekali's cold smile, Puap felt a chill in his heart. He glanced at the old militiaman subconsciously. The other party sighed and lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Yes but"

"Go in and leave no one behind!"

Necali looked at the Mexica warriors beside him and issued an order coldly. Hundreds of elite warriors held axes in their hands and nodded solemnly to obey the order. Soon, small teams disappeared into the big house ahead like a pack of hunting wolves.

"Damn you!"

Pu'apu opened his mouth to speak, but was met with the cold eyes of the senior scout. He felt the undisguised murderous intent in the other's eyes, and wisely closed his mouth.

The dark night was full of tranquility, and the warm wind was filled with the aroma of wine. Soon, a faint noise sounded in the house, accompanied by the sound of blood flowing after the axe blade entered the flesh. Several screams that were covered came, but they were muffled but revealed a bit of misery. Pu'apu sniffed hard. He smelled a strong smell of blood, as if it came from his own hands.

Smelling the blood in the wind, Chivaco shuddered violently. He raised his head and looked at Vesti beside him. The stupid wood stared blankly at the cold Nekali, and he couldn't help shuddering when he thought that he had beaten him twice.

Feeling the gaze, the senior scout turned his head sharply and smiled coldly. Vesti immediately lowered his head quietly. Nekali curled his lips and continued to wait patiently. After a while, the house quickly became quiet, and teams of warriors walked out of it one after another. Their expressions were still calm, but the copper axes in their hands were hanging down, and blood was dripping.

"Have you all cleaned it up?"

"Yes, it's clean, captain."

Nekali nodded with satisfaction. He looked around and counted his palms to estimate that there were more than two hundred elite warriors entering the city.

"Almost. You, come here, take us to the city gate!"

Facing a large group of Mexica elites and feeling the boiling murderous intent, Puapu was silent and could only nod silently. He took Nekali to the city gate. The nearby torches had all been extinguished, and only the faint moonlight fell from the sky and fell on the cold warriors.

"These are the prepared stone shovels, mainly the outermost layer. The inside is actually half empty"

In the moonlight, Nekali looked at the city gate that would be blocked and frowned again. He pointed to both sides, and nearly half of the scouts spread out to the periphery and blocked the vicinity of the city gate.

"How long will this take?"

"About three quarters of an hour. With enough people and great strength, if we work hard, it will only take about two and a half quarters!"

"Okay. Let's get started, hurry up!"

"The moonlight is dim, can you see clearly? If not, light a torch."

Puapu asked hesitantly.

"No need. All of us here are elite warriors who can fight at night. Before the city gate opens, the less noise, the better."

"That's right! Captain, there will be patrols at night and there are enough people here. We'd better go there and watch at the intersection in advance."

Chivaco raised his head. He pointed to a large house half a street away and suggested with a smile.

Nekali looked at the location of the large house and nodded slowly. A group of dozens of people walked towards the large house together. The fire pit in the middle of the house had already been lit, and around it were a circle of pottery bowls, some cakes and fruits, and two jars of opened fruit wine. A few dozen steps away, there was an alluring aroma in the air.

"Hey, so smart! Whose idea was this?"

Nekali understood immediately. He smiled and looked at everyone, and the old militia also smiled. Everyone sat down in the house and poured wine into the bowl. From a distance, a group of people were drinking and partying, and it was a warm and cozy scene.

The fire flickered, time ticked, and the ticking sound came from far ahead. In the deep night, a team of warriors who patrolled all night finally held torches and strode towards this side!