Chapter 542: A Fleeting Opportunity for War, the Tlaxcalans’ Night Attack!

The dark clouds dispersed, and the night was deep. The moonlight fell like water, spreading a cool glow, illuminating the continuous Mexica camps outside the Tree Snake City, like a giant snake that was ready to devour. The large and small flags of the Mexica nobles flew high, like the wings of a giant snake, and could not be seen clearly in the shadows. The bonfires lit in the camps were like the shining scales on the giant snake, leaping with murderous intent.

"Awoo! Roar!"

It was late at night, and boiling roars and howls suddenly sounded from the Mexica camp. Then, the city-state warriors cried out at the top of their lungs.

"Ah! Ah! The immortal sun has set!"

"Sacrifice for the elders, revenge for the high priest!"

"Kill! Kill! Capture the Tree Snake City and kill all the Tlaxcalans!"

"Awoo! Roar!"

The terrible shouts shook the wilderness, like rolling thunder, and spread far away. The same cry seemed to be heard from the northeastern direction of White Snake City. The thunder of the night, with a dirge, flowed in the mighty wind and fell into the hearts of tens of thousands of people!

"Dengdengdong"

Dozens of elite Tlaxcala warriors, wearing leather armor with tree snake patterns, quickly climbed the city wall and spread out on both sides to guard. Then, a respected middle-aged descendant of God, wearing a long feather crown, an obsidian necklace around his neck, a tree-patterned cloak, and holding a jade staff, hurried over. He climbed to the top of the city wall with a worried look on his face.

"What's going on?! Why are the Mexica people suddenly noisy?"

The middle-aged descendant of God stood on the top of the city wall, looking at the Mexica camp in the east, and only heard crazy shouts.

The Mexica warriors in the camp seemed to be in great grief. The sound was like a group of injured wolves, howling at the moon. He looked at the flag of the commander in the Mexica camp. Under the dim moonlight, a tree pattern was revealed. It was the Sourwood Legion of Tepanica Pangbang.

"Who is the noble stationed on the top of the city tonight? Let him come and report quickly!"

Upon hearing this, the Tree Snake guards left quickly. In less than half a quarter of an hour, a hereditary noble with a big bow on his back and thick eyebrows appeared in front of the middle-aged god-descendant and knelt down respectfully to salute.

"Respected Tree Snake God-descendant, Lord Ocot! Cloud Snake Hunter Travito salutes you!"

Hearing the title of "Cloud Snake Hunter", Lord Ocot of the Tree Snake City looked solemn. Cloud Snake is the incarnation of the God of Hunting, and hunters who can be named after Cloud Snake are all top archery masters! He bowed his head slightly and nodded to Travito. Then, the distinguished Tree Snake God-descendant asked in a deep voice, with urgency in his voice.

"Terravito, what happened in the Mexica camp? Why are they shouting so loudly, even a little crazy?"

"City Lord, I listened for a long time on the top of the city, and then looked at the actions of the Mexica warriors."

Cloud Snake Hunter Travito thought about it and reported frankly.

"They shouted that the sun was falling and sacrificed for revenge. It seems that a very noble descendant of the sun god went to the kingdom of God!"

"Ah?! Descendants of the sun god, falling?"

Hearing this, Ocot's expression moved and he whispered. There was a little hope on his face.

"Could it be that King Avit died? If so, the Mexica will withdraw from the city without their leader!"

". City Lord, it shouldn't be."

Terravito thought about it and shook his head.

"Outside the east city is the Mexica city-state army. If the king who has been on the throne for several years goes to the kingdom of God, they will not be so sad!"

"Uh"

Ocot was speechless for a moment. This was the truth. The city-state legions in various places are private soldiers of the nobles of each tribe, and they are directly loyal to the great nobles in the city-states, rather than the top alliance leaders. This is basically the case for all tribes in the world, except for the former Tarasco Kingdom.

Since King Avit of the Mexica ascended the throne, he has been strictly centralized and suppressed local city-states. Although he is famous, he is aggressive, which makes the great nobles whose interests are damaged dissatisfied. If he really died in the Eastern Expedition, I am afraid that the nobles and warriors of the city-state legions will only celebrate secretly and will never be so sad.

"Well, except for the Great Tratoani of the Mexica, who else can be called the sun? Even His Majesty the God of Death in the south can't bear this title now."

"City Lord, I vaguely heard that the word 'Weiwei' appeared repeatedly."

"Weiwei? Respected elder?"

Hearing this, the Lord of the Tree Snake City, Ocot, was stunned. He thought for a while and showed an unbelievable look on his face.

"Ah! Could it be? Could it be!.Him?"

"It is very likely!"

Travit looked serious and nodded seriously.

"Only He who established the Mexica Alliance with his own hands can make the Mexica nobles and warriors of various states feel awe and worship from the bottom of their hearts!"

"Ah this!"

The expression of the Lord of the Tree Snake City, Ocot, changed, his thoughts turned rapidly, and he almost forgot. In the past forty years, he has been listening to that name, all the way from a child to middle age. That name has existed for too long, almost becoming an immortal mark, a living god. And once such a sun falls

"Kill! Kill! Conquer the Tree Snake City, sacrifice them for the immortal sun!"

The shouts of the Mexica warriors sounded again from the barracks, like thunder. This time, their shouts were so clear that they almost went straight into the ears of everyone on the top of the city!

"Ah!"

Lord Ocot trembled all over. There was a bit of fear on his face, and he whispered to himself.

"These bloodthirsty and crazy Mexica people! In the future, I'm afraid it will be a siege without fear of life and death, and a great sacrifice to sacrifice the descendants of the gods"

"Lord! The next offensive of the Mexica Legion will be unprecedentedly fierce! If we just defend and passively take the beating, no matter how strong the city is, we will never be able to defend it!"

Travito gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and spoke. He held the dagger at his waist, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Respected Tree Snake Goddess, the opportunity is fleeting. While the Mexica people are in grief tonight, we must take the initiative to attack! Please give me 500 elite warriors who can fight at night, follow me out of the camp, and attack the shocked Mexica people at night!"

"Huh?! You want to attack the enemy camp at night?"

Hearing this, Lord Ocot's expression changed. He held the staff tightly, thought carefully for a while, and asked in a low voice.

"Terravito, how confident are you?"

"Lord, going out of the city to attack at night, with a few against a large number, is like a lone mountain lion attacking a ferocious wolf pack, it is a dead end!"

Terravito stood up, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pointed at the military camp outside the city.

"The tactics of the Mexica city-state army were originally militias surrounding the outside and warriors guarding the inside. Warriors are the core of the city-state army, and militias are just a constant supply of consumables. No matter how tragically the militias are consumed, the warriors rely on the solid camp, standing still like a mountain, and can pounce at any time. They will use the lives of the militia to consume the enemy's physical strength, disrupt the opponent's formation, and exchange for an opportunity to attack the enemy's warriors!"

Hearing this, Ocot nodded slightly. The Tlaxcalans have been fighting with the Mexica for decades, and they are very familiar with such tactics. But the Mexica warriors are indeed ruthless, tough and fierce, and it is difficult to really defeat them.

"But tonight is different! The Mexica warriors are grief-stricken and on the verge of chaos. When they rest from exhaustion, I will lead the elite to raid! Even if there are heavy losses, we will definitely achieve results and truly kill the enemy's warriors!"

When Travito said this, there was a gleam in his eyes. He knelt down again and saluted, asking for orders from the noble tree snake god.

"Respected god, please give me five hundred warriors! If I can't defeat the enemy army, I would rather die outside the city!"

Ocot stared at the brave cloud snake hunter, staring at his bright and determined eyes. After a long while, he nodded heavily.

"Okay! Travito, my warrior, I will give you five hundred tree snake guards! The Supreme Cloud Snake blesses you! I only have one request, you have to come back alive!"

"The Supreme Cloud Snake blesses us!"

Hearing this, Travito's spirits were lifted, and his heart was filled with pride. He fell to the ground, kowtowed three times, and swore in a deep voice.

"Respected descendant of God! I will fight to the death outside the city, defeat the Mexica warriors, and bring you a glorious victory!"

The Lord of Ocot nodded silently, stretched out his hand, and shook Travito's hair. Then, he took off his tree snake cloak and put it on Travito himself. The heroic cloud snake hunter was excited and knelt on the ground again. The two guards took the jade seal and walked forward in a low profile to mobilize troops in the city.

A few minutes later, five hundred elite tree snake warriors, wearing tree-patterned leather armor and holding obsidian war clubs, gathered under the city wall. Travito, wearing a noble tree-patterned cloak, silently raised his war club and walked in front of the tree snake warriors one by one.

"Cloud snake blessing! For the sacred bloodline, fight to the death!"

"Cloud snake blessing! Fight to the death!"

The tree snake warriors responded in a low voice, with fighting spirit burning in their eyes. They are Ocot's personal guards, who have been raised by the family for generations and are the most loyal and good fighters in the city. Only the real elite can carry out the difficult night attack.

Travito walked through and saw these elite tree snake warriors, and he felt a little confident. Then, he came to the city gate, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes calmly, and waited quietly under the city.

Five hundred tree snake warriors looked at the top of the city. The noble descendant of God Ocot stood still, calmly looking at the outside of the city, like a sculpture. The shouts outside the city were faintly heard, still as shrill as the howling of wolves. The tree snake warriors also sat down one after another, accumulating their spirits and physical strength for fighting.

"Awoo! Roar! Roar."

Until dawn was approaching and the deepest darkness came, the Mexica camp gradually became silent. The grieving city-state warriors felt tired and had rested one after another. Only a few patrol teams were still wandering outside the city.

"It's almost time, it's time!"

In the silent wind, Travito suddenly opened his eyes. Then, he stood up suddenly, waved his war club, and shouted to the guards at the city gate.

"Open the city gate! Warriors of the hunting god, follow me to fight! Cloud snake bless the warriors!"

"Cloud snake bless!"

In just over ten breaths, under the busyness of the guards on the top of the city, the tree snake city gate that had been closed for many days suddenly "creaked" open, revealing the dark city gate! And behind the city gate, countless warriors suddenly appeared.

Travito, wearing a cloak, carrying a long bow, holding a war club, jumped out of the city gate first. Five hundred tree snake warriors followed closely with their war clubs hanging down. They did not light any torches, nor did they make any calls. Like silent tree snakes, they opened their poisonous mouths and pounced fiercely and fiercely on the Mexica camp a few miles outside the city!