Chapter 620 Assassination and Night Raid, Long Siege

Cangshan is like the sea, and White Snake City is located on the hill, standing quietly. The setting sun is like blood, there are military camps outside the tree snake city, and the warriors are noisy. In the Mexica coach's tent, a short assassination had just come to an end.

Shulot was wearing a bronze armor and a bronze sword across his waist. His face was calm and he was sitting at the top of the tent.

On his left side is Shadow Wei Naxiu wearing leather armor and holding a long dagger. On his right side is Eckart, the captain of the guard, wearing heavy armor and a short shield and a bronze axe. In front of him was the shield guard Ters with a large shield in both hands, closely protecting him. The three of them were fully vigilant, staring at the door of the big tent, but none of them were stained with blood.

At this moment, a pool of warm blood was flowing silently at the door of the tent. Shulot looked at the four or five young female corpses lying down beside the tent door, as well as the small and sharp copper needles in the hands of the corpses. He shook his head and sighed quietly.

"With a graceful figure, a beautiful posture, and a charming smile, the noble daughter of the Tlaxcala people is called the Messenger, but she is eager to get closer, wants to be an assassin, and lacks combat experience. Phew! Compared with her, they are , after all, it’s a lot worse!”

Naxiu raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the king's emotional words. She remained calm and straightened out her chest, revealing a moving arc. Then, she stretched out her hand again, touched the perfect and slightly erect lower abdomen under the arc, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

At the entrance of the main tent, more than a dozen guards' bronze spears were stained with blood, and their expressions were cold and hard. Several Prepecha doctors were carefully examining the assassin's body. After a while, senior Prepecha doctor Taka stepped forward and carefully reported back.

"Your Majesty, the assassins are all dead. They only carry copper needles coated with snake venom, and no other hidden weapons."

"Snake venom?"

Hearing this, Shulot's expression changed. He looked at the last girl who committed suicide. Her pretty face was relaxed due to paralysis, and she even seemed to be smiling. This was obviously the effect of a powerful neurotoxin. Shulot thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice.

"Taka, is there an antidote for this poison?"

"Well!."

Doctor Taka's heart skipped a beat and he immediately fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty, if we know what kind of snake it is, we can prepare an antidote."

In other words, if you don't know anything and are poisoned, you are waiting to die.

"Well. The people of Tlaxcala claim to be descendants of cloud snakes, and they have finally revealed the inheritance of using snake venom. For the witch doctors of the alliance, the more such inheritances, the better! Stand back and take the bodies away. Study it more carefully.”

Shulot frowned slightly and gave a faint order. He waved his hand, and soon the tent returned to calm, leaving only a faint trace of blood. The young king looked in the direction of White Snake Hill City, pondered for a moment, and gave Ekart a sharp order.

"Eckart."

"Master!"

"White Snake Qiu City has been besieged for more than eight months. All support has been cut off, and there is no hope. Their situation must be very difficult, so they made a desperate move and sent assassins pretending to be envoys. I predict that the food reserves in the city will not If there are too many, you will act carelessly when you are anxious.”

After analyzing this, Shulot pondered for a moment and then gave the military order.

"Let the warriors run noisily in the camp, pretending to be confused and panicked when their coach is assassinated, and show them to the head of White Snake City! Then, give you two thousand armored guards to ambush in the small fortresses around the siege trench. Tras When the Kara people are likely to send troops to attack at night, it will be your turn to show your true wisdom and bravery! "

"Yes, Master! Fight for you!"

Eckart knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully. Then, he immediately took his personal guards and rushed outside the camp to make arrangements. After a while, thousands of warriors outside the camp started shouting. Large swaths of smoke and dust, as well as anxious shouts, drifted towards the towering White Snake Hill City ten miles away.

Shulot sat in the camp, reading the letters between the kingdom and the alliance. After a while, more than a dozen warrior battalion commanders came anxiously from the outer camps to meet the king. Shulot had a smile on his face, trying to comfort him. After confirming that the king was safe, the battalion commanders left in a hurry and made arrangements to lure the enemy.

It was noisy for a long time, and it was not until late at night that it calmed down a little. However, the obvious cry echoed outside White Snake City, causing confusion in people's hearts.

The moonlight was dim and the torches were sparse. On the high hills of White Snake City, long trenches form a circle. Eckart, wearing armor and holding an axe, waited patiently at the camps on both sides of the trench. It wasn't until deep into the night that the gate of White Snake City quietly opened.

Two thousand elite White Snake warriors, all wearing snake-patterned leather armor, silently poured out of the city gate, like long snakes crawling quickly in the dark night. Then, under the leadership of a warrior with a bow and a stick on his back, they gathered for a while and ran towards the siege camp, with the will to die!

The long snake ran and the warrior was silent. Spears flashed, war clubs hung low. Sure enough, there was something wrong with the Mexican camp. In panic, obvious loopholes appeared in the defense of the trench. Hundreds of White Snake warriors quickly climbed over the trench that was as high as one person. Without any obstruction, they excitedly crossed the camp and rushed towards the chaotic camp!

Seeing this scene, the more than a thousand warriors behind them all looked excited. In this era, there have always been only a few elites who can fight at night. In the chaotic darkness, only one-fourth or five-fifths of the tens of thousands of Mexica warriors could fight at night. As for the remaining warriors, once they collide at night, they are likely to kill each other and cause a major defeat.

The Tlaxcala warriors of White Snake City struggled to hold on for several months, suffering from the despair of lack of food and helplessness. At this moment, the hope of victory finally appeared in front of them, like a large bonfire outside the main camp in Mexica!

"Big bonfire?!"

White Snake Warrior Captain Salter ran to the camp with a big bow on his back and a war stick. Right in front, dozens of steps away, was a large, bright bonfire, lighting up almost half of the camp. Salt paused slightly and slowed down. Subconsciously, he had an ominous premonition, which was the result of senior warriors who had been fighting for many years and had a keen sense of danger and murderous intent.

"Huh?! This situation doesn't seem right."

"Blessed by the cloud snake! Kill the Mexica!"

Those who participated in the night attack were all elite warriors in the city, and they all had the courage to fight to the death. And when the night attack reaches this point, success or failure only occurs in a moment, and there is no room for turning back! Hundreds of White Snake warriors raised their war clubs, all burst out with their final shouts, and charged towards the camp without stopping.

"Whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

The last shout was still echoing, and a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot in front of us, bringing with it the roar of death!

One thousand Praetorian crossbowmen and two thousand legion archers emerged from behind the camp wall at the same time, and quickly fired deadly copper arrows at the hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors exposed in the firelight. But in an instant, the dying wails sounded outside the camp! The white snake warriors in the group were like beans harvested in autumn, falling down in pieces and scattering into corpses on the ground. The rich smell of blood spread instantly, symbolizing the coming of death.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Fight for God! Cut them off and don't let them escape!"

The shooting outside the camp gate was still going on, and more intense shouts of killing suddenly broke out near the trench in the rear. White Snake Warrior Commander Salter fell on the ground and turned around suddenly. In the dim light of the fire, he saw a large group of Mexica warriors, shadowy, like coyotes jumping out of the darkness and biting the tail of the long snake. The Mexica coyote showed its sharp "copper claws" and drove the frightened Tlaxcala warriors into complete despair.

"O god of hunting! We...we are hunted wild deer, falling into the Mexica's trap!"

White Snake Warrior Commander Salt gritted his teeth and looked back and forth. He looked at the bodies of his comrades beside him and the fallen figure behind him, his heart bleeding. These are the elites of the main force in the city. If they are all buried here, in White Snake City.

"That's all! Maybe without two thousand warriors, the city can hold on longer!"

Salt lowered his eyes, with a desire to die in his heart. There were originally 15,000 people in Baisheqiu City, including 4,000 warriors, 6,000 militiamen, and 5,000 old, weak, women and children, and they had to store grain for a year. After eight months of siege, there were less than 11,000 people left, and they had stored food for more than six months. In addition to the hundreds of warriors and militiamen who died in the battle, most of the four thousand fewer people were old, weak, women and children who were sacrificed and slaughtered.

"Their taste is sour and astringent. I don't want to taste it anymore."

For the nobles in the city, they did not feel any burden in slaughtering the humble moth people or even executing their own slaves. Doing this will not only reduce the number of people eating, but also increase food storage. Of course, such stored food is usually given to the warriors to eat. In the same way, if the Mexicans drive the old and weak outside the city into the city, not only will they not consume the food in the city, but it will be a supplement. The cruelty of this war-torn era is unimaginable in future generations of peace.

"The city-state is the land under your feet, and the gods are the sky above your head. And the ferocious Aztecs are the fire from the west! Now the earth is full of flames, and the sky is full of smoke. I am in the desperate situation of the abyss. Since I have been defeated, , what is there to say? I can only die and dedicate myself to the gods!”

Amidst the bonfire, arrows and screams, White Snake Warrior Commander Salt lowered his eyes and recited the last poem of his death. Unfortunately, no one heard or recorded it. Then, he took a deep breath, threw away the long bow behind his back, gripped his shield and war stick, roared like a beast, and rushed towards the camp in front of him!

"Whoosh!. Duh! Duh duh!"

An arrow shot towards him, but was blocked by the shield. Then there were a few more, but they were still blocked by the White Snake Warrior Commander who was good at fighting. He ran very fast, and in a moment, he arrived in front of the camp gate and raised the war stick in his hand. However.

"Boohoo!."

More than a dozen armored crossbowmen cocked their bows and aimed at the warriors in front of the camp gate. Then, the trigger was pulled, and more than a dozen sharp crossbow arrows were fired out, hitting the White Snake Warrior Commander Salter from a distance of more than ten steps!

"Duh!.Pfft! Tsk!"

White Snake Warrior Commander Salterton stood on the spot, like a straw bag that had been shot through, with uncontrollable pain and a trace of inexplicable relief on his face. The shield on his left arm was pierced by crossbow bolts at close range, while four arrows were pierced deeply into his right side of the body, straight into his chest and lungs.

".Ahem. Haha!"

After the last bloody cough and laughter, the White Snake Warrior Commander fell to the ground. He looked at the dim night sky with stars and moon, just opened his eyes and died here. At the last moment of his death, he had only one question that he didn't want to know but knew the answer to.

"After I die, who will eat my wife and daughter left in White Snake City?"

The fighting outside White Snake City lasted all night. The dim light of the fire, the boiling wails and shouts also lasted all night long. Tisat, the Lord of White Snake City, stood at the top of the city and looked anxiously outside the city. His heart gradually sank, sinking straight into the endless darkness, like a nightmare and a future that was already destined.

When the morning sun rose, thousands of murderous Mexica warriors poured out of the camp like a tide until they arrived at the White Snake City. Wearing bronze armor and bronze helmets, covered in blood, they strode forward coldly and threw the heads of White Snake warriors one after another at the foot of White Snake City. Soon, nearly two thousand heads were built into a hill, silently displayed in front of the warriors at the top of the city.

On the top of the White Snake City, the warriors and militiamen were in a dead silence. Even though there was a rare strong city under their feet, it could not bring them any safety and security. This city-state, without reinforcements and unable to break out, no longer had any hope of changing its fate.

Soon, a black wolf royal flag came from behind the army of thousands of Mexica warriors, and stood upright in the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Xiuluot wore a wolf-head helmet, heavy bronze armor, and held a huge bamboo-wood composite bow in his hand. This outstanding longbow was carefully made by Kundiri, a bowsmith in the capital Qincongcan. It took several years to make it. It represents the latest military level of the kingdom and was only shipped here last month. And the range of this longbow is even longer than the existing longbow.

Then, Xiuluot took a few steps forward, and under the protection of his personal guards, he stood outside the White Snake City and looked at the leader of Tlaxcala on the top of the city. After a moment, he raised the longbow, aimed at the top of the city, pulled it to the full, and shot an arrow!

"Swoosh!"

A sharp arrow flew over, and in the eyes of the White Snake City Lord Tissat, it hit the wall at the bottom of Qiucheng.

Xuluot's old face turned red, but fortunately it was covered by the helmet. He stretched out his hand again, and in front of the White Snake City Lord Tissat, he made a death declaration of slicing his neck. Then, he turned around and walked away without caring about the other party's reaction.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the White Snake City Lord Tissat instantly turned red. He was like a gambler who was desperate and placed the biggest bet, only to find that the opponent on the opposite side was cheating! Then, he lost all hope of turning the tables, and was laughed at by the enemy, declaring his doomed death.

".Damn Salt, he can't even recognize the trap, what a waste!"

The White Snake City Lord Tissat gritted his teeth and watched the black wolf's royal flag go away again. And the Mexica warriors tightened the siege of the trench again and cut off all the roads. The Jingguan, a pile of two thousand heads, stared at the top of the city in silence, as if issuing an invitation, inviting them to never return.

"God of Hunting! I will offer sacrifices for you! Please bless the pious descendants of God!"

After the anger, deep despair came over his heart. Then, despair turned into piety, and turned into the final madness. The Lord of the White Snake City, Tissat, prayed for a moment, then with red eyes, he looked at the family warriors on both sides and gave a stern order.

"Let the priests hold a sacrifice, select five hundred sacrifices, and offer them to the supreme gods! After the gods enjoy them, let the warriors share the gifts of God together!"

Using the most sacred language and speaking the most bloody words, this is the inheritance of the descendants of the Cloud Snake God. After speaking, Tissat walked down the city and walked towards the temple in the center of the city. But soon, he remembered something again, turned his head, and spoke faintly.

"Warrior Captain Salt's night attack failed, and he went to the kingdom of God. His wife and daughter were also included in the batch of sacrifices and offered to God!"

As the morning sun set, the fanatical and chaotic sacrificial ceremony was held again in the city. The priests madly praised, sang and danced, and sacrificed fresh and humble lives. The warriors and militiamen prostrated themselves and prayed, begging for the protection of the hunting god, calling for the miracle that never came. And when the night was dark, a more cruel scene was covered in the deep darkness.

The White Snake City was solid and majestic, standing on a flat hill of dozens of meters. The night attack failed, and the strength of the defenders in the city was weakened again. However, the Mexica people did not seem to have any plans to attack by force. The long siege continued, and the living people in the city fell into the sinful abyss in desperate struggle.