Chapter 506: Siege of Quetzalcoatl City, Continuous Siege War

"Buzz! Bang!"

Rows of catapults trembled outside the east and north walls, roaring and throwing burning fireballs! More than 20 fireballs flew over a distance of 200 steps like whistling meteors and fell fiercely inside the west wall of Quetzalcoatl City. As the fireballs fell, the burning charcoal and sulfur scattered instantly, and large flames rose with them, emitting billowing smoke.

Thousands of Tlaxcala warriors shouted loudly, holding their positions on the top of the city, suffering in the drifting smoke. Thousands of city-state militias ran around, using baskets of soil to cover the fireballs and put out the fire. The pungent poisonous smoke rushed towards them, carrying the terrible breath of the volcano. Many people were smoked with charred faces, their hair was tangled, and they coughed continuously, as if they were about to cough out their lungs.

Quetzalcoatl City Lord Quehuiz stood high in the city, watching the battle in front of him, and silently clenched the serpentine staff in his right hand.

Quiahuiztlan, the Feathered Serpent City, is one of the four core cities of Tlaxcala. It was built in the shortest time, only about a hundred years, and is located in the northernmost of the cities, controlling the northern entrance of the valley mountains. In order to guard against the Mexica, the walls of this strong city were reinforced many times, and they are seven or eight meters high. The outer layer of the wall is made of volcanic stones, and the inner layer is thickened with mud. Both layers are bonded with mortar, making it difficult to dig and destroy.

The area of ​​the entire Feathered Serpent City is not large, only about three square kilometers. It is called a city, but it is more like a fortress. To the south and east of the Feathered Serpent City are the confluence of the Rio Atenco and the Rio Apizaquito. The two rivers meet at an angle, protecting half of the city wall. In later generations, this place was called Apizaco, which means "the shallow place where the rivers meet." The two sides of the river are extremely muddy, making it difficult to deploy troops. The Mexica could only attack Quetzalcoatl from the north and west.

In general, the Quetzalcoatl's defenses were quite strong, with a terrain advantage that made it easy to defend and difficult to attack. In fact, this was also the common feature of the four core snake cities in Tlaxcala: they were four strong fortresses built in dangerous places purely for war!

"There are still two to three thousand warriors in the city, seven to eight thousand militiamen, and two years of food reserves. And thirty miles to the southwest are the other three snake cities, which will continue to come to support the hunting god's blessing! I will definitely be able to defend this place!"

Quihuiz prayed silently, with unresolved worries surging in his heart, but his face was calm. After all, he was the head of the gods in the city, one of the four most honorable kings of the Tlaxcalans, and he had to maintain his dignity at all times.

Hundreds of Quetzalcoatl guards, wearing leather armor and holding obsidian war sticks, surrounded the city lord. They were ready at any time to support the warriors and militia on the top of the city and die for the most honorable gods!

"Order the moth people in the city to dig more soil! Remove the wooden walls of the nobles' mansions and make wooden shields for the city walls! Start from my palace!"

Quihuizi looked for a moment, until the fireball shot in was extinguished by the moth people, he gave a stern order.

"Please ask the priests of the God of Hunting to come and hold a prayer ceremony behind the city wall to protect the warriors guarding the city-state! Remember, the God of Hunting will bless Snake City!"

"Yes! The God of Hunting will bless Snake City!"

A dozen guards shouted, bowed their heads and saluted, and then scattered. Soon, the small city was full of shouting and became even busier.

Thousands of moth people prepared supplies for defending the city, using stone tools to make simple large shields, arrows and rolling stones. Thousands of warriors waited behind the city walls on both sides, ready to support at any time. And dozens of temple priests lit the holy fire, cut their cheeks, and prayed like crazy for days. The military nobles in the city also set out. They maintained order everywhere, guarded the city walls on all sides, and faced the front line of the battle with the Mexica.

At this moment, in order to resist the attack of the old enemy, the descendants of gods, nobles, priests, warriors and moth people all united together! Because they all knew that the outcome of defeat was death and sacrifice, and there was no way out!

Two quarters of an hour later, the thick smoke on the top of the city had gradually dissipated, no longer blocking the view. And the Mexica army outside the city also took action. Outside the city walls on the west and north sides, there were a thousand elite royal warriors each. They wore bronze helmets, bronze armor, and held longbows, and each was well-equipped. The royal archers lowered their heads, lined up in a loose formation, braved the feather arrows on the top of the city, and quickly advanced to within sixty steps.

"Swoosh, swoosh!"

As soon as the archers stood still, a round of sharp bronze arrows shot up, suppressing the Tlaxcala archers on the top of the city! Dozens of screams rang out from the top of the city, and dozens of corpses immediately fell from the top of the city. The Tlaxcala archers crouched low and shot arrows desperately at the city.

Waves of bone arrows fell on the royal warriors, and from time to time they made a "ding-dong" sound when they collided with bronze armor. Several warriors groaned and were hit in the face and neck by the accurate marksmen, and they fell to the ground and died immediately.

"Swish, swish, swish! Swish, swish, swish!"

The continuous rain of arrows crossed up and down the city wall, constantly taking lives and consuming the archers' physical strength. After several rounds of arrow rain, the arrow rain from both sides became obviously sparse. Then, the drums of the charge sounded from the Mexica army behind.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Outside the city walls on both sides, there were a thousand city-state militias on each side, wearing simple cloth clothes, carrying dozens of seven or eight-meter-long ladders, and quickly approaching the city wall. As they approached, large pieces of javelins fell from the top of the city, followed by thrown wood and stones, and a small number of lime pots.

"Ah!"

The militiamen of the city-state who were attacking the city screamed, and hundreds of them were killed or injured in an instant. Some of them were shot by arrows and fell down wailing; some were hit by stones in the head and fell down instantly and died; some covered their eyes covered with lime and shed blood and tears in pain. However, the drumbeats of the attack became more and more intense. The militiamen would die if they retreated, so they had no choice but to continue the attack!

"Bang bang bang!"

The militiamen of the city-state tried their best to set up long ladders, hooked the city wall with copper hooks, and climbed to the top of the city, but were shot to death by arrows from the top of the city, crushed to death by falling stones, and killed by warriors' war clubs.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

The bronze-armored bow warriors under the city shot arrows quickly. They didn't care about accidentally injuring the militiamen who were attacking the city, but just kept shooting at the Tlaxcala warriors who were leaning out.

After a round of arrow rain, dozens of warriors were shot and screamed, and fell from the crowded top of the city. Their fate was doomed, and even if they didn't fall to death, they would be killed by the militia under the city.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The defenders on the top of the city threw down, and the unarmored militia suffered heavy casualties. After another half a quarter of an hour, the remaining hundreds of militia could no longer hold on and fled to the rear with wailing. The city defense equipment on the top of the city was also consumed a lot, and there was no time to replenish it.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The second round of war drums sounded immediately. The royal supervisory team drew out their war sticks and prepared to execute the first two hundred militiamen who retreated according to the king's order. The two thousand city-state warriors who had been preparing for a long time shouted together and ran towards the ladder on the top of the city.

"Praise the Lord God, fight for God!"

The city-state warriors raised their shields, held their war sticks tightly, and ran to the bottom of the city in a moment. They were the real siege team, and the previous militia were just consumption to pave the way.

"Kill!"

The warriors shouted and quickly jumped onto the top of the city. Then, with red eyes, they waved their war sticks with all their might, and fought desperately with the Tlaxcala defenders who were also shouting!

"Well. The morale of the Tlaxcala people has not fallen. Today's siege is still mainly based on consumption."

King Avit stood on a high hill, with the royal flag of "Evil Spirit Commander" behind him, and hundreds of Condor nobles around him. He looked calm, looking at the crowds shouting on the top of the city, looking at the blood spots that kept blooming, as if watching ants fighting.

The king was wearing a brand new skeleton armor, with bronze cloth inside, leather, bone ornaments and feathers outside, and bright gems and gold particles. At first glance, he was shining in the sun, like a heroic spirit in the myth of the Mexica people!

"The physical strength of the first batch of royal archers is almost exhausted."

Avit squinted his eyes and looked at the royal warriors who could shoot. Then, he waved the flag and ordered the guards.

"Beat the war drums! Let the second batch of royal archers line up and prepare for the attack!"

"Follow your will, the supreme king of Mexica!"

The guards shouted with their chests puffed out, and then ran to the front. Soon, the war drums of the legion became more urgent.

"Boom boom boom!"

The war drums sounded, the city-state warriors fought on the top of the city, and the royal warriors shot arrows under the city. Warriors kept screaming and fell from the high top of the city, turning into a pile of corpses. In just a moment, an envoy ran from the other side of the army.

"Your Majesty, the commander of the Mountain Legion, the honorable noble Izel, sincerely pleads with Your Majesty! He said that today the Mountain Legion attacked the North City, and two hundred-man warrior squadrons and a thousand-man militia battalion were killed and wounded. Please, Your Majesty, the supreme king, let the loyal Mountain Legion retreat a little and reorganize!"

"Haha! Izel, this little sly guy."

Avite laughed and cursed softly. Then, he waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice.

"Let the Mountain Legion of Trokan attack for another half a minute, and then replace it with the Canyon Gold Legion of Weiphetland!"

"Follow your will, the Supreme King of Mexica!"

The messenger shouted again with his chest puffed out, then immediately turned around and passed the order away.