Chapter 665 The Evening of Wushan City, the End of Blood and Fire

April is the hope before spring plowing, and spring is spreading across the fields. In the northeast of the Yucatan Peninsula, the Kingdom's expedition fleet is resting at Port Ecabu. Everyone repaired the boats, rested up, and prepared to cross the sea to the Snake Island of Cuba. On the Mexican Plateau, tens of thousands of Totonac captives were escorted by the warriors of the alliance, heading southwest to the outside of Shuigu City to cultivate the land.

The long wind blew along the way the captives came, four hundred miles east of Shuigu City, and came to the source of many captives. This fertile land of mountains and forests in the battle, there are many villages, sufficient water sources, farmlands all over the fields, and the western town of the Totonac people, Wushan City.

At this moment, the 8,000-feather goose army is stationed on this 400-mile long road, transporting captives, covering the food route, and capturing tribesmen along the way. And thousands of Kingdom warriors are the sharp edge of the army, and are dispersing in the area of ​​Wushan City to capture captives. They attacked villages and towns with hundreds of people in a team, and captured young men and women as prisoners. As for the Black Wolf Toltec, he was personally leading 4,000 Guakili Legion, 4,000 Mixtec Surrender Battalion, and 1,000 Guards Artillery Battalion to besiege the crumbling Wushan City.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ten Sun Eagle Cannons were deployed outside Wushan City, roaring with thunder! Stone bullets flew up and fiercely bombarded the walls of Wushan City, like a giant beast throwing stones. From time to time, there were sharp stone bullets, breaking wooden shields, blasting a piece of piercing wooden blades on the top of the city, and bringing up a large puff of blood mist.

"Quetzalcoatl! Save your people!"

"Please, please send down your divine power to fight against the volcanic evil demons in the west!"

The sky-high cries rang out on the top of Wushan City, accompanied by desperate wails. The lord of Wushan City, Xalapa, a descendant of the Totonac god, was pale and trembling all over. He looked at the terrible bronze beasts bombarding outside the city, and felt that the end of the world was coming, right in front of him.

"What on earth is this?! How did the evil Aztecs control such a powerful force? Is it really as the fleeing Tlaxcala nobles said, that this is the evil power of the volcanic demon? If I had known this earlier, I would have known this earlier."

The face of the descendant of the gods, Xialapa, was full of regret. There are five hills around Wushan City. Although the city walls are low, the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. He once thought that this was a strong city that was difficult to capture!

In fact, for more than a month before, the Aztec army only besieged Wushan City and plundered it everywhere, and never attacked it by force. He also waited patiently, waiting for the powerful enemy in the field to retreat when the food ran out. But unexpectedly, what he waited for was the golden bronze beast of thunder!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ten bronze beasts lined up in a row, making a shocking roar and shooting stone bullets that destroyed everything. The bombardment lasted only a few days, and the six thousand warriors and militiamen on the city wall were all frightened. They witnessed with their own eyes the stone bullets flying over the city wall, pulling out screaming blood mist. They had no way to understand, and only regarded it as the power and thunder of the god of war, and felt irresistible despair.

"If I had known this, I would have handed over the 15,000 Tlaxcala tribes that I had accepted, and handed over another 5,000 strong men to be humble and ask the arrogant Aztecs to withdraw their troops!"

The god-descended Xialapa gritted his teeth, his heart full of anger, unwillingness and fear. A few months ago, the Aztec army raided the border, looted several Totonac villages, and fought with the scouts of Wushan City, with casualties on both sides. Then, he sent an envoy to ask the nominal lord, "Why did you attack the submissive Totonac village?" The reply brought by the envoy was a condition that he could not accept at the time.

"The alliance of gods is marching east to completely destroy the descendants of the gods of the Tlaxcala people! Wushan City dared to accept the Tlaxcala tribe that fled east, and must be severely punished! You have ten days to hand over 20,000 Tlaxcala people! If it is not enough, use the Totonac young men to make up for it!"

Hand over a full 20,000 young and strong tribes! Wushan City has only 130,000 or 40,000 tribes. Even if it accepts 10,000 or 20,000 Tlaxcala young and strong people, it is only 150,000 or 160,000 people. Handing over one-eighth of the tribes at once, most of them are young and strong, the leaders of each tribe, the noble priests in the city, are completely unacceptable! In just ten days, everyone could not reach a compromise of loss of interests. Therefore, there is no doubt that Wushan City did not agree or refuse, but just wanted to delay.

However, the Aztec army was ready to go, without delaying for a moment! Ten days later, the black wolf Toltec personally led the assembled tens of thousands of troops and killed into the heart of Wushan City. He personally commanded the vanguard, breaking through several obstructing camps in a row, regardless of anything, and went straight to the city of Wushan! From the time he received the ultimatum to the appearance of the Aztec flag, it was only twenty days!

"Damn Aztecs! They had planned it long ago, just like greedy jaguars! They just swallowed the powerful Tlaxcala Alliance, and their red eyes looked to the east! At this time, the leaders of the Totonac states are probably still pulling each other and arguing about how many troops to send. When they mobilize and assemble, it will take another month to rush here. I'm afraid that Wushan City has already fallen! And I will also climb to the top of the Great Temple and go to the Sacrifice Stone."

Thinking of this, the god-descended Xialapa trembled with sweat all over his body. He knew clearly that as the most honorable god-descended leader in the city, if the city was captured and captured by the Aztecs, what would happen to him! He gritted his teeth, bit his lips, thought about it for a moment, and hurriedly shouted to his guards.

"Come here! Come here! Take out the treasures from my palace warehouse and give them to the warriors defending the city to boost their morale! Also, ask the feathered serpent priests to come and hold a ceremony on the top of the city to calm people's hearts and summon the power of the feathered serpent."

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

A fierce rain of arrows suddenly attacked from under the city, bringing the howl of death. The knees of the god Xialapa softened, and he immediately squatted down, and the bronze arrows shot over his head.

"Quetzalcoatl bless me! Damn red-haired barbarians! Damn barbarian archers!"

The god Xialapa gritted his teeth and cursed, and then looked up, as expected. Thousands of red-haired hunters, wearing leather and bronze armor, holding large bows, approached the top of the city. They ran at a very fast speed, and once they stood still, they shot sharp arrows one after another to suppress the defenders on the top of the city.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

A shrill scream suddenly came to the ears of the god Xialapa. He turned his head and saw the messenger who had just delivered the message, running and showing his figure, was shot directly into the side abdomen by the red-haired hunters with an arrow, fell to the ground powerlessly, struggling to death.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The god Xialapa cursed angrily. He didn't have time to call another guard, and the giant beast's thunder came again.

"Boom boom boom!"

Ten flying stone bullets hit the top of the city wall. One stone bullet hit the left side of the God-born Xialapa, crushing three or four guards to death. Another stone bullet flew over his head, shot into the city, and knocked down a hut. Seeing such a concentrated bombardment, the God-born Xialapa finally believed that the Mexica were aiming at him and wanted to behead him!

"Bless the Lord! For the glory of God, kill! Kill them!"

"Kill! Sacrifice the descendants of God in the city and kill all the nobles in the city! This is the mission of the war of gods!"

"The captain said! After conquering Wushan City, all the women and property will be taken away by the warriors, he doesn't want any! The first battalion to climb the city, all the warriors will be transferred to the legion, and get 20%!"

"Roar! Attack the city, attack the city! Break Wushan City, and you will be a noble master for a few days!"

"The captain also said! The Lord God is witnessing! After the siege, the first battalion to climb the city will be transferred to the legion and become the regular army!"

"Roar! The Lord God is witnessing! Become the regular army, and be awarded a title for military merit! Climb first! Climb first!"

The wild howling of wolves came from outside the city, getting closer and closer. The descendant of God Xialapa squatted under the shield on the top of the city, his face livid. He didn't need to look, just by listening to the familiar accent of the people in the clouds, he knew it must be the group of Mixtec surrendered soldiers who worked for the Mexica!

In the past few days, he has seen through the Mexica's tactics. Every time, the bronze beasts bombarded, the red-haired hunters suppressed, and then thousands of Mixtec warriors climbed the city with ladders to fight, wave after wave. The Mexica's main warriors were in the rear. No matter how cruel the fighting on the city wall was, they did not participate in the bloody siege.

In recent days, the warriors in Wushan City suffered thousands of casualties, and the mobilized militia suffered even more casualties, and even collapsed. The morale of the defenders was getting worse day by day, and it was unknown how long they could hold on.

"Bless the feathered serpent! For the glory of the God's family, defend Wushan City!"

The God's Xialapa pursed his lips, watching the city wall crumbling, and finally sent out the 500 family warriors in his hand. These elite warriors roared, wearing leather armor, and fought bravely. They are the last pillars of the city-state, with skilled combat skills and high morale. Five hundred family warriors climbed up to the top of the city wall, but after a moment of fighting, they drove down the Mixtec surrendered soldiers who climbed up to the top of the city wall.

"Good! Good! Finally out!"

On the hill, Black Wolf Toltec carried a big flag on his back, looked at the surrendered soldiers who were driven down the city wall, and laughed heartily. Then, with a cold expression, he waved the red flag without hesitation and gave orders loudly.

"Beat the war drum! Order the God-blessed Throwing Team to fight! As long as they survive, they will be transferred to the regular army and promoted to the third-level warriors!"

The so-called regular army is the official army of the kingdom like the Guakili Legion. The warriors in the legion are awarded titles for military merits and enjoy various treatments in the kingdom. And below the regular army are the surrendered soldiers.

Black Wolf led the legion to conquer everywhere, and collected thousands of warriors from various tribes. These surrendered soldiers have experience in battle and have seen blood. It would be a pity to kill them all at once. Sending them to the rear to cultivate land is a potential hidden danger. Black Wolf pondered for a long time, and thought of the Eastern tribes' conquests that His Highness had mentioned, so he came up with this system.

"First, use force to intimidate the surrendered soldiers, and then let them kill their comrades or nobles with their own hands, cut off their retreat, and drive them out of the doghouse. Then, let them plunder, attack the city and fight, release the wolf nature in their hearts, and become wolves in the wild. A few who are fearless or convert to the Lord God will be selected into the God-blessed Throwing Team, and the rest will form a surrendered soldier camp! Finally, give them a way to climb up, let the wolves fight and bleed, gnaw on flesh and bones, and tame them into wolfhounds that pounce and bite!"

Thinking of this, Black Wolf laughed, quite complacent.

"Haha! This set of tactics was developed by me, Black Wolf, and it is very effective. The kingdom does not need to spend too much money to have a powerful and fierce siege cannon fodder. The trick is that the leader is famous, fierce and decisive. This unit is brave and agile, fierce and capable of fighting. It is like a tiger driving wolves, so that it can be driven effectively! Well, this set of tactics, I have to give it a resounding name, called the Tiger Wolf Tactics!"

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom! Boom!"

Black Wolf was thinking about it, and the fierce sound of war drums sounded. Amid the passionate prayers of the war priests, the real "wolf pack" who were determined to die had already set out.

"Praise the Lord! Dedicate yourself to the Lord! Roar!"

Fanatical shouts suddenly came from the Mexica army, with a will to die. The descendant of God, Xialapa, was stunned. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw hundreds of ferocious Mixtec warriors holding smoking pottery balls, howling wildly, and running towards the low city wall like a pack of wolves.

"Praise the Lord! Dedicate yourself to the Lord! Roar!"

The howling "wolves" ran at a very fast speed. In just a moment, they ran within a hundred steps of the city. Seeing these fierce warriors running, the Mixtec surrendered soldiers fighting on the city suddenly panicked and jumped down to the city desperately.

"Huh? What is this?"

The god-descended Xialapa was stunned. He looked at the warriors holding the smoking pottery balls. They were only wearing light battle clothes and didn't even have a weapon. Are they here to die?

"Praise the Lord! Dedicate yourself to the Lord!!"

The deafening shouts came from under the city wall again. Then, there were fierce warriors climbing up with crazy looks. They climbed up the low city wall without paying any attention to the Wushancheng warriors who were coming towards them. The first thing they did was to throw the smoking pottery balls in their hands into the nearest crowd!

"Hey! I seem to have heard of this somewhere, what is this?"

The descendant of the god, Xialapa, frowned and saw the smoking pottery ball that fell not far from him. Two guards were holding shields and carefully stepped forward to investigate. Perhaps because of his gorgeous battle clothes and the feather crown that symbolized his status, there were an unusually large number of pottery balls thrown at him, as many as four or five. Wisps of green smoke came out from the rolling pottery balls, bringing the breath of volcanic demons.

"The breath of volcanic demons? Ah? This is! This is!"

The descendant of the god, Xialapa, suddenly realized. He remembered what the fleeing Tlaxcala nobles had said, and his face turned pale in an instant. He felt the boundless fear of approaching death, and even his face twisted.

"Quetzalcoatl! No, no!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of thunder explosions was close at hand, and it exploded in front of his eyes. The exploding pottery balls turned into weapons of the god of death, bringing irresistible impact, fragments and flames. The descendant of the god, Xialapa, felt pain all over his body, and then felt light all over. His consciousness blurred instantly, and everything in front of his eyes went black. He only felt that his body was empty, as if he was flying in the clouds. After a few breaths, the dying tranquility and illusion emerged in his mind again. The Supreme Quetzalcoatl appeared from the clouds, lowered his three-colored tail feathers, and led the dead descendants of the gods to the kingdom of the sky.

"Am I dead?"

The last thought flowed through the mind of the descendant of the gods, Xialapa, and then froze. Under the horrified gaze of the family warriors, his half upper body flew for a moment, and fell heavily behind the city wall, splashing the bright red of the descendants of the gods.

"Master! Master!"

"Descendant of the gods, dead? The descendants of the gods are dead!"

"This is, this is the evil method of the volcanic demon! The descendants of the gods can't stop it, how can mortals resist it! !"

"Quetzalcoatl! Save us!"

After the continuous thunder, the top of the city was in a mess, full of chaos and death. The last family warriors suffered heavy casualties and completely lost their fighting spirit and hope. The surrendered soldiers of Mixtec howled excitedly and pounced on the city like wolves again. The fall of the city was imminent! At this moment, the surrendered soldiers had red eyes and burst out with boundless killing intent and fighting spirit. They had experienced countless killings and deaths, and were no longer the dogs of the nobles in the Tehuacan Valley, but the fierce and cruel wolves under the Black Wolf!

"The city has fallen! Wushan City has fallen! Awooo! Roar!"

The wolves climbed onto the top of the city and howled into the city. The desperate cries of tens of thousands of Totonac people resounded throughout the Wushan City just before sunset. Blood, death and fire were about to fall with the night. The Black Wolf outside the city was full of pride and issued the last order to the thousands of armored soldiers.

"The troops will enter the city in armor, watch these wolfhounds, and don't kill them too much! Control the warehouse temple, take out the captured young men and women, and then accept the surrendered Totonac warriors to replenish a new batch of wolf cubs! As for the rich palaces of the gods, the nobles' manors, and the merchants' residences, let the wolfhounds vent their anger. The whole army will plunder for ten days and take away all the property and prisoners! After ten days, set the city on fire!"

The cold and ruthless order came from the mouth of the Black Wolf Commander, ignoring the bright red. Black Wolf narrowed his eyes, looked at the howling fallen city-state, and shook his head lightly. His sight was once again cast towards the dim east in the evening.

The hills are low in the east, and the streams flow to the east. The terrain goes down all the way, and one hundred and fifty miles to the east is the prosperous coastal lowlands, the Totonac coast where the kingdom's fleet docked. It is also the starting point of Cortes's destiny, the western holy land respected by the Totonac people, the ancient city of Quetzalcoatl!