Chapter 179: October Siege, the World Shocked (Part 2)

The stone fort where the king's garrison was stationed was located on the top of a hill nearly 100 meters high. The terrain was extremely dangerous and was the core of the southern defense line. The watchtower on the fort was the highest point in the area. From here, one could see the battle situation at a glance.

The clear sun shone on the top of the towering stone fort, and the garrisoned warriors saluted the supreme king. The breeze blew through the wooden watchtower, the flags of the three gods spread in the wind, and the royal eagle flag fluttered. In the center of the watchtower, the king's flag, which had been passed down for a hundred years, was planted. It had been passed down from the hands of the first ancestor, Taliacuri, to this day.

Suanga stood under the big flag and looked up silently. The royal eagle with its wings spread was flying on the flag of glory. Then, he looked at the front line of the battle, and his heart was broadened. In front of him were rolling hills covered with tall green trees, spreading to the majestic eastern mountains. Beside the hills and rivers, there were stone forts and wooden villages in the mountains. The flags of the kingdom and the alliance alternated and approached each other, fluttering on the ruthless battlefield.

At this moment, the sound of fighting came from the distant wind, mixed with shrill howls from time to time, announcing the cruelty of the battle. In front of the hilly stone fortress at the forefront, a high platform with earth was vaguely visible, and the archers on both sides shot arrows at each other and died alternately. From time to time, warriors fell from a height, twisted into strange shapes on the ground, adding new dyes to the earth.

On the ground, the Mexica warriors held up their shields, resisted the stone-throwing feather arrows on the top of the city, and carried long wooden and bamboo ladders, and suddenly climbed up the top of the city again. Then, the warriors holding war sticks rushed up with shouts, fought with the militias gathered on the top of the city, and then fell silently. Usually, a Mexica warrior can always rely on his shield and cotton armor to forcibly kill several militias, and then be pierced by a bronze spear that came from nowhere, and his soul will return to the kingdom of God.

When the longbows outside the fortress fired concentratedly, dozens of Tarasco militiamen died immediately, and a gap somewhere was immediately tight. Under the leadership of the Jaguar nobles, the Mexica warriors took the opportunity to climb up, raising their shields and gathering more and more. In the face of the critical moment, the military nobles of the kingdom set an example, leading the prepared Tarasco warriors, waving bronze spears to attack first, and first facing the elite enemy. Then, the vassal tribal leaders followed and led the tattooed Tekos warriors, waving stone hammers and bronze spears, roaring and joining the battle group.

These warriors, who were also wearing armor, fought fiercely, shouting the names of gods, and went to different kingdoms of gods. The war sticks of both sides smashed their heads, bronze spears pierced their chests and abdomens, stone hammers broke their shoulders, and then they fell together in a hug. Corpses kept rolling down the city walls, and some fell into the fortress, and then the clever militia came forward. They pried open their still warm arms, took off their bloodstained armor, and put it on themselves to increase any chance of survival.

However, in the eyes of the king, these figures still fighting were just tens of thousands of ants struggling under the throne. Their fate was already determined!

"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 warlike barbarian mercenaries. The southern Tekos people supported 10,000 tribal warriors. The lake area then sent another 20,000 militiamen. This is 23,000 warriors, 10,000 elite militiamen, and 50,000 city-guarding militiamen!"

Suanga's heart was excited. What a huge army this was, enough to dominate the world.

Suddenly, a series of loud "bangs" came, accompanied by the cheers of the Mexica people. The king looked up again and saw the enemy's huge wooden beast throwing a series of heavy stone bombs. The flying stone bullets were not accurate, and they luckily fell on the top of the city wall, knocking down several defending enemy soldiers. The actual killing of the stone bullets was not great, but under the dozens of kilograms of stone bullets, the dead were broken all over, miserable. Facing the roar of the wooden beasts, the morale of the militia suddenly dropped.

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

"Since the battle in June, nearly a quarter of my troops have been lost. Five thousand warriors and fifteen thousand militiamen have been killed on the southern front! The Mexica built wooden beasts that can throw stones and piled up earthen platforms for longbowmen to stand. Small wooden forts can't hold on for too long, and can only rely on stone forts with advantageous terrain to defend."

"Around several key fortresses, the kingdom invested 13,000 warriors and 30,000 ordinary militiamen to fight the Mexica across the board. The army suffered hundreds of casualties every day, and the consumption of food and grass was calculated in hundreds of kilograms!"

The young king looked solemn and resolute. There was firm confidence between his eyebrows, and he was not afraid of all the fighting.

"My battle flag is here, and the southern line is as stable as the towering Chorrolo Volcano! Even with new weapons, the casualties of the Mexica warriors will never be small, and such an offensive will never last long! The first batch of hundreds of imitation longbows have been put into the battlefield, so let the Mexica taste their own weapons!"

Thinking of this, Suanggua let out a long roar and looked towards the distant east. As far as he could see, he could vaguely see another tall stone fortress, where the flag of the Mexica king was flying high.

King Avit sat calmly in the hall of the stone fortress, opening the book in his hand. He looked calm and indifferent to the cruel fighting outside. The specific battles on the front line were planned by the experienced commander Iskari, and then by the loyal general Stanley. The king only needed to wait patiently.

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

The king looked at the book, silently calculating the casualties of each warrior camp, and thought quietly.

"At the beginning of the war, Iskari's progress was relatively smooth. After June, the war became increasingly difficult. The enemy's royal flag arrived in August, and the front line could no longer make progress. It was really a reappearance of the past!"

Avite smiled indifferently, and the past was gone with the wind. Now, he finally grasped the huge power of the alliance and was the party with absolute advantage.

"Two thousand noble war groups with military merit, thirty thousand warriors directly under the royal family, and thirteen thousand southern city-state legions. The southern army has a total of 45,000 warriors! After the autumn harvest, 20,000 militiamen were recruited to the front line to build siege equipment and archery platforms. Forty thousand militiamen transported food and grass, and set up camps layer by layer for transportation. The food route was as stable as the towering Husco volcano!"

"More importantly, the Western Expedition had the call of the God War, the support of the elders and the high priests, and the participation of the nobles who were eager to be enfeoffed! The warriors can withstand higher casualties and always maintain high morale. Even though six thousand warriors and eight thousand militiamen have been lost, the alliance will continue the war until the final victory!"

"With the support of new weapons, the casualties of attacking the fortress will be maintained at an acceptable ratio. How long can the current Tarasco Kingdom hold on?"

Thinking of this, the king finally looked to the west, looking at the barely visible Tarasco flag from afar, and smiled slightly.

At this time, Avit did not know the situation of the northern army, nor had he heard of the huge naval battle. He planned the war in the south, dealt with countless chores, and also thought about a sneak attack by water.

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

"A great victory in the naval battle?!"

"Yes. In the battle of Lake Yuriria, the Tarasco Navy no longer exists, and the Leman River belongs to the alliance!"

"Is it really such a great victory?"

Avite repeated again in disbelief. He knew the power of the Tarasco Navy and the century-old heritage of the "Crocodile" family.

"The captain of the navy told it in person in the capital! His Highness was brave and fearless, commanding the battle with arrows on his back, and the new rockets played a miraculous role!"

"Xuluot was injured? How is the injury?"

The king's face showed a rare tension.

"I heard that it's not a big deal. His Highness has already led his troops south to surround the fortress at the mouth of the river!"

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

"Good, very good! My young eagle has finally grown up, spread its black wings, and soared in the vast sky! The land in the lake, the city of hummingbirds, will belong to the alliance!"

Accompanied by the king's laughter, many nobles leaned forward to congratulate. The warriors showed yearning, revered His Highness in the north, and thought about the future of victory. In the shadow of the throne, there was only the silent intelligence officer.

And hundreds of miles away in the east, a real young eagle fluttered its wings for the first time. It hovered in the sky for a moment, looking down at the magnificent lake capital for the first time, and uttered a self-satisfied "yo yo". After a moment, the little golden eagle fluttered down, flew back to the king's palace, and landed on the shoulder of the girl in white.

Little Avilot cried "yo yo" again. It tilted its head and looked at the various herbs in the girl's hand. It was not interested in the plants with strange taste. So, the little golden eagle tilted its neck and rubbed the girl's cheek with its soft hair, with a natural pride on its face.

"That's great. Little Avilot, you can finally fly!"

Alyssa smiled, put down the herbs she prepared, and reached out to grab the cute eagle into her arms. The cute eagle did not resist, but just rubbed in the girl's arms, and continued to sing from time to time.

"Okay, okay. I know you are very powerful! As powerful as Xiuluot! He just won a great victory in the north. Little Avilot, you fly very fast. When can you help me go see him?"

The girl in white gently stroked the cute eagle's head and turned to look northwest. Missing is like a flying bird, crossing thousands of rivers and mountains, and I don't know when it will fly back, and it falls softly into his heart.

In the temple area not far away, the high priest smiled and showed a rare ease. The Northern Army pressed all the military forces of the Holy City and also invested half of the temple guards. The huge pressure made him unable to sleep all night. At this moment, he summoned the elders of the twelve priest groups and the royal branch that supported the northern army to have a hearty feast in the magnificent priest hall.

"The Supreme Lord God blesses the pious king and promises supreme victory! All the sacred elders, all the noble nobles, let us raise our glasses together and congratulate the great victory of the northern army!"

After saying the meaningful blessing, the high priest smiled and looked at everyone, waiting for everyone to make a public statement.

"The Lord God blesses, congratulations to the king!" This is the priest elder who favors the king.

"The Lord God blesses, congratulations to His Highness!" This is the priest elder who favors His Highness.

"The Lord God blesses, congratulations to the king!" This is an ambiguous fence-sitter.

"The Lord God blesses, congratulations to the current king, and congratulations to the future king!" This is the royal branch that is truly of the same lineage.

The voice of congratulations gradually drifted away and came to the fleet by Lake Texcoco. Navy Captain Anatley stood proudly at the bow, with the newly painted captain's flag behind him. 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 and said goodbye to the tall and thin quartermaster Burgire on the shore. She waved the spear flag again and shouted loudly.

"The navy is going! Go to the city of Jilotepec!"

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

In the northern city, in the palace of the former descendants of the Otomi gods, General "Jaguar" Ocelor paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. He was filled with murderous aura from the battle in the north, and seemed to be condensed with indelible blood.

The northern general thought for a long time before sighing softly.

"Since the naval battle has been won, it is only a matter of time before the siege begins. Your Highness's situation is set! Given the situation, the Northern Army is short of troops for the siege, and there is no risk of casualties in the war. It is reasonable to rush there at this time. Both branches of the royal family have been explained!"

Thinking of this, Ocelor finally shouted loudly.

"Guards, go and call the envoys of the Northern Army to discuss the matter of reinforcements!"

The long wind traveled thousands of miles, passed through the shaking world, and returned to the estuary of the Leman River again, only to see a solemn scene.

The morning light fell on the solid estuary fortress, illuminating the tired warriors and militia on the fortress wall, as well as a newly made "crocodile" flag. On the top of the city, there were traces of damage and burning everywhere, and there was a dead silence. Only when the civilians who were delivering food walked up to the top of the city, sporadic greetings suddenly sounded.

Outside the estuary fortress, the defensive wooden fences were full of broken gaps, the moat in the east was mostly filled in sections, and sporadic earth platforms were built outside the southern city walls. The newly built siege camp of the Mexica army has firmly surrounded the land in the east and south.

In the huge siege camp, the Mexica warriors prepared for a new day of fighting. The civilians began to repair the damaged shield carts, the carpenters replaced the parts of the small catapults, and the gunpowder craftsmen carefully made flammable paper fireballs. The preparations for the siege were so orderly that the Mexica Legion took the absolute tactical initiative and did not need to worry about the attack from the defenders.

After a while, the curling smoke gradually rose. The camp was full of boiling noise, and the air was filled with the aroma of food. This is breakfast before the battle, and it won't fill the warriors up.

In the camp, Shulot raised the Black Wolf flag and stood on the marshal's platform. He stared at the bluestone wall, thinking about the recent battles, and was silent in deep thought.

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