Aztec Eternals Chapter 179

The stone fort of the king's garrison is located on the top of a hill nearly 100 meters away. The terrain is extremely dangerous and it is the core of the southern defense line. The watchtower on the fort is the highest point in this area, and it is condescending here, and the battle situation can be seen at a glance.

The bright sun shines on the top of the towering stone fortress, and the warriors stationed there salute the supreme king. The breeze swayed over the wooden watchtower, the flags of the three gods stretched with the wind, and the eagle flags of the royal family fluttered. At the very center of the watchtower, there is a king's flag that has been passed down for a hundred years, which has been passed down from the hands of the first generation of ancestors, Talia Kuri, to today.

Su Angua stood under the banner and looked up silently. The eagle of the royal family with its wings spread out, flying on the banner of glory. Immediately, he looked at the front line of the war with a broad mind. In front of you are rolling hills, covered with tall green trees, spreading to the majestic Eastern Mountains. Beside the hills and rivers, there are stone castles and wooden villages among the mountains. The flags of kingdoms and alliances alternated, now approached, and fluttered on the ruthless battlefield.

At this moment, the sound of fighting came from the distant wind, mixed with shrill screams from time to time, declaring the cruelty of the battle. In front of the hills and stone castles on the front line, there is a high platform built on the earth, and the archers on both sides shoot arrows at each other and die alternately. From time to time samurai fell from the heights, twisting into strange shapes on the ground, adding new dyes to the earth.

On the ground, the Mexica warriors held up their shields, the stone feather arrows at the top of the city, and the long wooden and bamboo ladders, and suddenly hit the city head again. Immediately, the warriors armed with battle sticks rushed forward, fighting with the crowded militiamen, and then fell silently. Usually, a Mexica warrior can always rely on his shield and cotton armor, forcibly kill several militiamen, and then be pierced by a bronze spear that came from nowhere, and then his soul returns to the kingdom of God.

And when the longbow outside the fort was concentrated, dozens of Tarrasco militiamen died immediately, and a gap was immediately tight. Under the leadership of the Jaguar Noble Chapter, the Mexica warriors took the opportunity to climb up, erecting their shields and gathering more and more. In the face of a critical moment, the kingdom's military nobles set an example, leading the prepared Tarasco warriors, wielding bronze spears to charge first, and face the elite enemy first. Then, the vassal tribal chiefs followed, leading the Tex warriors with tattooed faces, waving stone hammers and bronze spears, and roaring to join the battle group.

These warriors, also wearing armor, fought fiercely, shouting the names of gods and going to different kingdoms of gods. The battle sticks on both sides smashed the heads, the copper spears pierced the chest and abdomen, the stone hammers smashed the shoulders, and then hugged and fell together. As corpses continued to roll down the city, and some fell into the fortress, smart militiamen stepped forward. They broke open their still warm arms, took off their blood-stained armor, and put them on themselves to increase any chance of survival.

However, in the eyes of the king, these little figures who are still fighting are just tens of thousands of ants struggling under the throne. Their fate is already doomed!

"There were more than 10,000 warriors and 30,000 militiamen on the southern front. I brought 2,000 bronze axe guards, 5,000 elite spear militiamen, and 5,000 barbarian mercenaries skilled in fighting. The southern Turks supported 10,000 tribesmen. The Lake District then sent another 20,000 militiamen. These are 23,000 warriors, 10,000 elite militiamen, and 50,000 city-defense militiamen!"

Su Angua's heart was agitated, what a huge army this is, enough to traverse the world.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" sounded continuously, accompanied by the cheers of the Mexicans. The king looked up again, and saw the huge wooden beast of the enemy, throwing a series of heavy stone bullets. The swirling stone bullets were inaccurate, and by chance they landed on the head of the city, knocking down several defending enemy troops. The actual damage of the stone bullets is actually not large, but under the dozens of kilograms of stone bullets, the deceased is completely broken, and it is extremely miserable. Facing the roar of the wooden beast, the morale of the militia dropped suddenly.

Su Angua thought of the army on the opposite side, and his heart became heavy again, and the pressure of a mountain fell on his shoulders.

"Since the battle in June, I have lost nearly a quarter of my troops. Five thousand warriors and fifteen thousand militias have been killed on the southern front! The Mexicans have built wooden beasts capable of throwing stones, piled up and stood upright. The longbowmen's earthen platform and the small wooden village can't last for long, and they can only rely on the stone fortress of the advantageous terrain."

"Around several key fortresses, the kingdom has invested 13,000 warriors and 30,000 ordinary militiamen to fight the Mexicans across the board. The army is killed and injured by hundreds every day, and the consumption of food and grass is calculated at 100,000 catties!"

The young king looked solemn and determined. There was firm confidence in his eyes, and he was not afraid of all the fighting.

"My battle flag is here, and the southern front is as stable as the towering Qorolo volcano! Even with new weapons, the casualties of the Mexican warriors will never be small, and this kind of offensive will never last long! First! Hundreds of counterfeit longbows have been put into the battlefield, let the Mexicans taste their weapons!"

Thinking of this, Su Angua let out a long roar and looked towards the far east. As far as he could see, he could vaguely see another tall stone castle, where the banner of the King of Mexica was flying high.

King Avet sat calmly in the hall of the stone castle and opened the book in his hand. His expression was calm and indifferent to the brutal slaughter of the outside world. The specific battle on the front line is planned by the experienced commander Iscali, and then the loyal general Stanley is in charge. The king just needs to wait patiently.

"The king's flag is here to inspire the warriors to fight forward, there is no life or death!"

The king looked at the book and silently counted the casualties of the various samurai camps, thinking faintly.

"In the early days of the war, Iskali's advance was relatively smooth. After June, the battle became more difficult. The enemy's king's flag arrived in August, and it was difficult for the front to progress. It was a reenactment of the past!"

Avette smiled indifferently, and the past was gone with the wind. Now, he has finally mastered the huge power of the alliance and is the one with the absolute advantage.

"Two thousand military nobles, 30,000 warriors directly under the royal family, and 13,000 southern city-state legions. There are 45,000 warriors in the southern army! The autumn harvest is over, and 20,000 militiamen are recruited to the front line to build siege equipment and build archery. High platform. 40,000 militiamen transport food and grass, and the villages are set up layer by layer for transportation, and the food routes are as stable as the towering Husko Volcano!"

"More importantly, the Western Expedition has the call of God's War, with the support of the elders and high priests, and with the great nobles who are eager to be enfeoffed! The warriors can bear higher casualties and maintain high morale. Even though 6,000 warriors and 8,000 militias have been lost, the Alliance will continue the war until the final victory!"

"With the support of new weapons, the casualties of attacking the fort will be maintained at an acceptable rate. How long can the current Tarasco Kingdom last?"

Thinking of this, the king finally looked to the west, looking at the invisible flag of Tarrasco, and smiled.

At this time, Avit didn't know the situation of the Northern Route Army, nor had he heard of the huge water battle. He planned the battle situation in the south, dealt with countless household affairs, and also thought about sneak attacks that bypassed the waterway.

It wasn't until a few days later that the messenger from the capital city in the lake came in a hurry. The king stood up in shock and asked loudly.

"Victory in the water battle?!"

"Yes. In the battle of Lake Yuriria, the Tarrasco Navy no longer exists, and the upper and lower Leman Rivers are owned by the Alliance!"

"Is it such a big win?"

Avit repeated in disbelief. He is well aware of the power of the Tarasco Navy and the centuries-old heritage of the "Crocodile" family.

"The captain of the navy told the story in person in the capital! His Royal Highness is brave and fearless, commanding the battle with arrows, and the new vertical rockets have performed extraordinary feats!"

"Shirot is injured? How is the injury?"

There was a rare trace of nervousness on the king's face.

"I heard that there is no serious problem. Your Highness has already sent troops south to surround the Hekou Fortress!"

Hearing this, Avit's expression relaxed, and then he laughed loudly, and his heart was very happy.

"Okay, excellent! My young eagle finally grows up, spreads its dark wings, and soars in the vast sky! The land in the lake, the city of hummingbirds, will be owned by the Alliance!"

Along with the king's laughter, many nobles leaned over to congratulate him. The warriors looked longing, revered the highness of the north, and dreamed of the future of victory. In the shadow of the throne, only the silent intelligence officer.

And hundreds of miles away in the east, a real young eagle shook its wings for the first time. It hovered in the sky for a moment, and for the first time looked down at the magnificent capital city in the lake, and made a contented "yoyo" tweet. After a while, the little golden eagle fluttered down the fan, flew back to the king's palace, and landed on the shoulders of the girl in white.

Little Avelott shouted "yoyo" again. It tilted its head and looked at the various herbs in the girl's hands, not interested in plants with strange smells. So, the little golden eagle tilted his neck and rubbed the girl's cheek with the soft autumn hair, with a natural smugness on the eagle's face.

"Nice. Little Avellot, you can fly at last!"

Alyssa smiled and rolled her eyes, put down the herbs she had prepared, and reached out to grab Mengdiao into her arms. Mengdiao didn't resist, just dawdled in the girl's arms and continued to shout from time to time.

"Okay, okay. I know you're amazing! You're as powerful as Shirlot! ... He, he just won a big victory in the north. Little Avelott, you're flying very fast, when will you be able to? Can you help me see him?"

The white-clothed girl gently stroked Mengdiao's small head, then turned to look in the northwest direction. Missing is like a bird in flight, traversing thousands of rivers and mountains, and I don't know when it will be able to fly, and it will fall into his heart softly.

In the temple area not far away, the high priest smiled, showing a rare ease. The Northern Route Army overwhelmed all the military forces of the Holy City lineage, and also invested half of the Temple Guards. The enormous pressure kept him awake all night. At this moment, he convened the elders of the Twelve Priests, as well as the royal branch who supported the Northern Route Army, to have a feast in the splendid Priestess Hall.

"Supreme Lord God, bless the pious king, and promise supreme victory! Dear elders, noble nobles, let's raise our glasses together and congratulate the North Road Army for its great victory!"

After saying the meaningful congratulations, the high priest smiled and looked at everyone, waiting for everyone's public statement.

"Blessed by the Lord God, congratulations to the king!" This was the elder priest who favored the king.

"Blessed by the Lord God, congratulations to His Highness!" This was the elder priest who favored His Highness.

"Blessed by the Lord God, congratulations to the king!" This is ambiguous grass.

"Blessed by the Lord God, congratulations to the current king, and congratulations to the future king!" This is the true branch of the royal family.

The sound of congratulations drifted away gradually and came to the fleet on the shore of Lake Texcoco. The captain of the navy, Anatri, stood proudly on the bow, and behind it was the newly drawn captain's flag. On the flag, a long river flows westward, and several large characters are written in the east, which is the source of the Leman River!

The female warrior waved her hand away from the tall and thin quartermaster Bergere on the shore. She waved the spear flag again and shouted loudly.

"Navy departure! Go to Hilotepec City!"

More than a hundred large boats and hundreds of small boats started slowly. They loaded the whole ship with food and went to the important town in the north to receive the promised reinforcements for half a year.

In the important northern town, in the palace of the former Otomi gods, General "Jaguar" Ocello walked back and forth with his hands behind his back. On his body was the murderous aura he had just returned from the northern expedition, which seemed to contain blood that could not be wiped away.

The Northern General thought for a long time~www.mtlnovel.com~ before sighing softly.

"Since the water battle is won, the siege of the city is only a matter of time. Your Highness's general situation has already been completed! The situation is like this... The Northern Route Army is short of troops to besiege the city, and there is no risk of damage in the battle... It is reasonable and reasonable to rush at this time. The royal family The two departments are all explained!"

Thinking of this, Ocello finally shouted loudly.

"Let the guards be around, call the envoy of the Northern Route Army to come and discuss the appropriate military aid!"

Changfeng traveled thousands of miles, crossed the shaking world, and returned to the mouth of the Leman River again, only to see a chill.

The dawn fell on the fortified estuary, illuminating the weary warriors and militias on the fort wall, and a new "crocodile" flag. On the top of the city, there are traces of damage and burning everywhere, and there is a silent silence. Only when the people who delivered the food came to the city head, the scattered greetings suddenly sounded.

Outside the estuary fortress, the defensive wooden fences are full of broken gaps, the moat in the east has been filled up in sections, and scattered earth platforms have been built outside the city wall in the south. The newly built siege camp of the Mexican army has firmly surrounded the land in the east and south.

In the huge siege camp, the Mexica warriors were preparing for a new day of fighting, the villagers began to mend the broken shield carts, the carpenters replaced the parts of the small trebuchets, and the gunpowder craftsmen carefully made the flammable Paper Fireball. The battle preparations for the siege were so methodical that the Mexican Corps had absolute tactical initiative, without fear of an attack from the defenders.

After a while, the curling smoke gradually rose. The camp was full of boiling noise, and the aroma of food wafted in the air. This was breakfast before the battle.

In the camp, Shulot erected the banner of the black wolf and stood on the high platform of the marshal. He stared at the bluestone city wall, recalled the recent war, and remained silent in awe.

Chapter end

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