Chapter 236: Grabbing the Credit

The fire gradually ignited in the majestic capital city, and the night wind brought distant sounds. There were all kinds of boiling shouts and hoarse howls everywhere, as if the end was coming.

"Look south!"

Chihuaco paused. He stood on the high stone steps outside the palace, looking at the southern city that was reflected red by the torches. A dark green torrent is surging forward, with no end in sight and no way to stop it, until it submerges everything in its path.

Puap heard the sound and went away, watching the torrent branching and extending, reaching the palace and temple area at the front, revealing a tough and solemn Mexica warrior wearing leather armor. He sighed in surprise.

"God! So many! They are all warriors!"

Chihuaco nodded solemnly.

"There are too many warriors in the south! When the army enters the city, they are like a pack of hungry wild wolves, always ready to hunt. If we go to the south, wearing the kingdom's leather armor, we will run into warriors from nowhere. .I’m afraid that if I don’t have time to take out the jade talisman and explain, I will be torn into pieces by the wolves and go east! We need to leave the city as soon as possible to see His Highness the Mexica!”

Hearing this, Puap lowered his head and looked at the leather armor on his body. At this moment, the hummingbird's family pattern is so dazzling. He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and asked in a deep voice.

"Throw away this leather armor?"

"No, tonight, an extra layer of leather armor will give you more vitality. Silly wood, bring the clothes I prepared and put on a layer of robes for everyone."

After hearing the old uncle's instructions, Weitz took out a cloth bag and opened it. Inside were more than a dozen civilian-style black robes. Puap's eyes widened in surprise and he looked at Chihuaco, who was well prepared. There was always a smile on his face. Soon, everyone put on their black robes, and they seemed to blend into the shadow of the night, becoming less and less noticeable.

"Walk!"

A dozen people carried bamboo baskets and trophies on their backs and left in a hurry. The majestic Palace of Winds was still full of lights, but the fierce sounds of fighting gradually died out in the wind. Then, an angry shout suddenly exploded, like the roar of a heroic spirit, echoing around the palace!

"Ah! Who is it? Stealing my Black Wolf's military exploits!"

Chihuaco looked back with a smile on his face. The front of the palace a few hundred steps away was already stained with blood. Hundreds of warriors lay scattered on the cold stone steps, turning into equally cold corpses. The bright hummingbirds landed on the damaged leather armor, reflecting the lights of the tall buildings all night long, like a beautiful picture scroll.

The old militiaman's eyes flashed and he paused for a moment. He turned his head, glanced at Puap lightly, then silently took out a pea and quietly scattered it into the wind.

"All the samurai from the chief's family are here."

"Lao Qi, what did you say?"

"I said, hurry up, the Mexican warriors are heading to the temple!"

Puap looked up and saw the tens-meter-high "House of Wind" Yakata standing in the center of the royal capital, and the blazing holy fire was lit at the top of the towering tower! The priests of the three gods smoked sacred smoke and danced wildly and obsessively around the holy fire that never sleeps. From time to time, yellow powder drifted away. The priest's song sounded far away, as shrill as a dying night owl. Soon, the unwilling howl dispersed into the wind, mixed with the last desperate prayer. And among the prayers, there are the fanatical shouts of the Mexicans!

"Kill the three gods! The Lord God is supreme! Glory to the warriors of God's battle!"

The shadow of the pyramid is majestic and vast. In the shadow cast, thousands of Mexican legions surrounded the "House of the Wind". The shining war sticks were swung to fight, and they rushed to the top layer by layer; the whistling arrows came up and knocked the guards of the temple to the ground.

There are only a few hundred warriors in the temple, and they don't have powerful longbows in their hands. They threw javelins and stones in vain, and their numbers quickly decreased in the fighting. Soon, the Mexican Legion rushed to the top!

"The Three Gods are calling us! The Stone of the Dead opens the door to the Moon God! The blue fire is the way to the Kingdom of God!"

The leading old priest gave his last shout! Then, he threw the torch in his hand suddenly on the ground of the temple. The blue flames suddenly rose like a tide, and the poisonous smoke spread in all directions, drowning all the priests in the blink of an eye, and also swallowed up the nearest Mexica warrior. Thousands of kilograms of stones of the dead burned at this moment, bringing everything in the temple into another world of ashes!

"Ah this! The three gods are dead? The main god is supreme."

Seeing this scene, Puap shuddered deeply and hurriedly turned around and fled with Chihuaco. Faith and loyalty completely collapsed that night, and his soul collapsed into nothingness. The gray earth warrior half-closed his eyes and was in a trance. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but the cry to kill sounded in his ears again. He opened his eyes again and realized that he had reached the noble area.

Chihuaco and his brothers hid in the garden and carefully looked at what was happening in front of them. A large number of Mexican legions waved their weapons and tightly surrounded a gorgeous mansion. These devout warriors chanted the slogans of the gods and wore talismans of the hummingbird sun around their necks. They swung their weapons mercilessly, killing the recalcitrant guards, and then chopped down the nobles in front of them. Many of the warriors were actually wearing Otomi costumes!

The nobles first resisted vigorously and cursed loudly, then put down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy. However, the Otomi warriors remained calm and carried out the commander's orders ruthlessly. Soon, the gorgeous mansion was filled with gorgeous corpses,

Boxes of gold and silver cloth were looted. Then came a large group of young women, tied into a string by the warriors with ropes.

In this era of inherent hierarchy, wealth was entirely concentrated in the hands of hereditary nobles. The great nobles lived a luxurious life beyond imagination. The warriors spent a lot of money, and the civilians were destitute and basically had no savings.

After the battle, the large group of Mexica warriors shouted the name of God and went to the next mansion. Chihuaco also led his brothers and continued to move forward carefully, and soon arrived at the craftsman area.

There were not many Mexica warriors here, and they did not divide their forces to plunder. A large group of warriors gathered in the huge craftsman center, guarding and protecting all the craftsmen inside. There were more than a thousand people in total. Occasionally, a scattered team of warriors would rush here with their eyes red with blood, and then be ordered by the leading commander to drive them back to the noble area.

Puap looked at his family's position in the distance, then silently stepped forward. He patted the old militiaman on the shoulder and motioned for him to lead the way. The group of people followed the path, bypassed the craftsmanship center, and returned to the vast civilian area.

The civilian areas in Nancheng have gradually calmed down, but fighting is still going on here in East City. A large number of Tarasco militiamen scattered on the streets, followed by Mexican warriors who were chasing and slashing. From time to time, some people abandoned their weapons and surrendered. A large group of Tekos barbarians rushed out of the trapped courtyard, roaring like hyenas out of a cage, and plundered the nearest house. They grabbed almost everything, including pancakes, dried meat, cloth, cocoa, and even exquisite clay pots, and then set them on fire. The fire was blazing, the smoke was drifting, and the terrified civilians of Tarasco fled from the houses. They were like scurrying hares, full of panic when the cave collapsed, avoiding all natural enemies carrying weapons.

The burning fire quickly attracted the attention of the Mexica Legion. A large number of warriors came and chopped down the tribesmen in large and small groups with ease. Afterwards, they shouted again and worked hard to put out the flames or isolate the fire scene according to His Highness's instructions.

Chihuaco looked fierce, thrust out his spear, and stabbed to death the two Tecos barbarians running towards him. Then, he looked worriedly at Nancheng, but couldn't tell where the fire was. Puap urged in a low voice while carrying the prince on his shoulders.

"Lao Qi, let's go this way. The east city gate is almost here! I hope there are still defenders holding on and they can send us off the city wall!"

As he spoke, he touched the two jade talismans of different shapes in his arms and prepared his hands.

The old militiaman pursed his lips and silently led his brothers forward. As soon as the group turned around the street and saw the dense lights at the east city gate, they ran into a large group of rapidly marching Mexica warriors.

Cozart, the head of the weasel family, was suddenly startled and stopped. He pulled out the weapon on his waist and examined the group of people who suddenly appeared. His eyes paused on the dozen spears, and then glanced at the civilian-style black robes.

"Hey, a dozen militiamen who have broken up? Kill them all if they come!"

Cozart raised his hand coldly, and dozens of warriors drew their weapons and gathered around him.

Puap took out His Highness's jade talisman and was about to speak. The old militiaman quietly waved his hand. He took a step forward, took out the wooden sign for the connector, bowed and smiled.

"Master, we are the internal agents of the alliance! We are obedient and good people!"

Hearing the half-understood Mexican language, Cozart tilted his head cautiously, and a personal guard stepped forward to take the wooden sign. The guard looked through it for a moment, looked at the picture of the hunter on it, and then turned around respectfully to report back.

"The head of the family is indeed the wooden sign of the Northern Legion. He belongs to the scout vanguard. He should be the internal agent in the city."

Hearing this, Cozart relaxed slightly. He observed the attire of this group of insiders and asked doubtfully.

"The army has entered the city. Since we are internal agents, what are you doing here?"

"We have to leave the city and report back the latest information."

Puap answered carefully.

Cozart's eyes flickered, and he slowly scanned the bamboo baskets of the group of people, and saw the vaguely exposed belongings. Then, his eyes paused, and with a keen sense of smell like a weasel, he accurately fixed on the child on Puap's shoulders. The head of the Weasel family sniffed his nose lightly, then came forward with a dozen of his guards.

"Don't move! Who is he?"

Cozart narrowed his eyes and raised the torch in his left hand. He looked at the child's arms and neck. The pale and delicate skin looked particularly eye-catching in contrast to the rough warrior's body. A sneer appeared on Cozart's face, and he tightened the stick in his right hand.

Feeling the fierce killing intent, Puap's pupils suddenly shrank and he touched his weapon.

"Ah, sir, this is the prince! Captured and dedicated to the great alliance. You, noble commander, yours, dedicated to you! We only want the looted property."

Seeing this scene, the old militiaman quickly bowed and stepped forward with a smile on his face. He pulled Puap's arm, lifted the quiet Prince Sartini down with force, and placed him on the ground. Then, the old militiaman waved his hand, pulled Puap with angry eyes, and carefully led the militiamen back.

"Oh? Prince? Prince of Tarasco!"

Hearing this, Cozart's eyes lit up. He leaned over to inspect, looked at the prince's white teeth, looked at the prince's small hands without callus marks, and finally looked at the condor pattern on the other person's neck, and finally his face was filled with ecstasy!

"Ah, is he really the prince of Tarasco?! A noble sacred sacrifice! The alliance's superior military exploits!"

Hearing this sentence, the surrounding cronies all looked happy and relaxed.

"Well, prince's military exploits!"

The weasel's eyes became more greedy, with hidden murderous intent in his greed. He raised his head and saw that the agents were retreating quietly, so he shouted sharply.

"Stop! Put down the belongings in the bamboo basket! Otherwise, I will catch you and kill you all!"

"Damn it! I took risks, worked hard, and killed... in exchange for this!"

Puap finally couldn't bear it any longer and roared angrily.

"Put it down, let it all go! Master, let it go!"

The old militiaman shouted urgently. He raised his hand and personally helped Puap unload the bamboo basket, and then signaled with his eyes to the surrounding militiamen.

"Throw it out! Throw it out!"

Seeing the joy on the opponent's commander's face, Chihuaco roared suddenly and smashed Puap's bamboo basket at Cozart. The owner of the weasel family moved quickly and immediately dodged to avoid it. Although the other old brothers were reluctant to give up, they threw the bamboo baskets out without hesitation.

"Bang! Ding-dang!" The bamboo basket fell to the ground, making a crisp impact sound. Large pieces of gold, silver, and jade were scattered all over the ground, sparkling with light, and tinkling like seductive spring water.

"escape!"

Chihuaco shouted loudly, turned and ran away. Puap took a reluctant look and fled with the militiamen. However, in just a short moment, all that was left of the group's full load of loot was the feather bamboo basket behind the old militiaman.

"Master, do you want to chase me?"

The weasel's eyes flashed. He looked at the dozen or so militiamen running away quickly, and then at the scattered belongings. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still shook his head.

"Ha! If they are smart, let's spare their lives today!"

Afterwards, Cozart no longer concealed the greed in his eyes. He waved his hand and scolded sternly.

"Hurry! Collect all the property on the ground for me. Don't hide it privately! Master, I am not a stingy person! Divide it into ten parts for me, two parts for His Majesty, one for the head of the regiment, and one for His Highness. , and one more, all for you!”

There was a low cheer from the henchmen. This distribution ratio has always been the old rule of the aristocratic private army. The weasel has a clear conscience and is satisfied with his generosity. What, the remaining five, you ask? Of course it all belongs to the master!

"I didn't expect that guarding the city gate would yield such a harvest. The Lord God is so generous! Haha!"

Cozart showed a satisfied smile and walked towards the prince who had woken up. His eyes shone with light, as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"Child, don't pretend to be asleep. Who can you hide this from? Come on, tell me your last name!"

The night wind blew, and young Sartini opened his eyes. He looked at the large group of Mexica warriors surrounding him, trembling all over, but still looked stubborn and stared at the approaching weasel.

"Lao Qi, you ran so far in one breath! Where are you going? Are we not leaving the city?"

"Master, the east gate is blocked, and the west gate must be the same. This group of Mexicans seems to be not the same as the Mexican captain. They were too dangerous just now! Let's go around to the civilian area in the south to hide, and then Pick up my daughter and my brothers’ families!”

Chihuaco glanced at the dozen brothers who had been following him, slowly stopped and shouted to everyone in a low voice. Then, he touched the feather basket behind his back and encouraged him with a smile.

"The most important things are all there! As long as you meet His Highness Mexica, everyone will get a share of the credit!"

The group of people gathered together in confusion again and sneaked forward. Along the way, the situation in Nancheng has gradually stabilized, and from time to time, they will encounter spear corps blocking the streets.

Chihuaco patiently observed them for a long time, but could not tell whether they were warriors or militiamen. These soldiers with cane hats and spears pay attention to cooperation, their actions are rigid, but their discipline is quite strict. Working as a squad of a hundred people, they controlled key intersections, extinguished sources of burning fires, and stabbed to death the defeated troops who created chaos. In crowded places, some more spear soldiers came out to calm the panicked civilians in the capital with their extremely proficient Prepecha language.

Chihuaco hid in the darkness and stared at the silent and simple faces of these soldiers, as well as the familiar dull expressions. He did not see the trademark bellicosity and bloodthirstiness of Mexica's elite warriors, but instead felt a friendly and rustic atmosphere.

"Hey, is this the accent from the south of the capital? Are there other internal agents in the alliance?"

Puap listened, then looked confused.

"Lao Qi, the road ahead is blocked, what should I do?"

"Let's take a gamble! This group of people looks reliable!"

Chihuaco gritted his teeth. He dropped the spear that had been with him for a moment, raised the wooden sign in his hand, and pulled Puap forward.

"The Lord God bless you, my own people!"

The shouts spread far away, and hundreds of militiamen with spears looked at it at the same time. A young captain blew his whistle, and the militiamen silently raised their bronze spears and approached from all sides!

Yesterday I continued to write down some things. ^_^