Chapter 186: Breaking the City and Escape

The burning smoke drifts from near the water gate, bringing the unique volcanic smell of sulfur, which seems to communicate with the underground Hades. The skewed sunset shines from above the city, shining a bright and warm golden light, as if it is connected to the Kingdom of God in the sky.

At this moment, the strong water gate suddenly fell, and the Mexica army surged in. Like a blessing from the gods, they attacked the weak West City in one fell swoop! All the defenders in the fortress were faced with an inevitable and difficult choice: should they fight fiercely and go to the kingdom of Hades underground, or should they surrender and sacrifice and go to the kingdom of God in the sky?

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, crouched at the top of the city, hesitating between the Kingdom of Hades and the Kingdom of God for a long time. After a while, he finally plucked up the courage, chose not to go at all, and tried to live in the world! He took out the herbal bag that only smelled of blood, took two deep breaths again, and looked at the fighting in the city.

The Mexica fleet paddled their oars quickly and moved like the wind. Dozens of large boats passed through the water gate and followed the narrow boating channel to the wide and deep boat parking pool. There are also dozens of Tarasco boats parked here, all unattended at this time and tied casually to the edge of the pool.

Since the water gate of the river mouth fortress was blocked, the remaining Tarasco navy tried to break through several times and escaped in many small boats, but the navy's organization almost ceased to exist. As a result, the remaining boats were neglected and fell into the eyes of some nobles.

The attacking boat did not stop, and the arrows that gradually reacted against the city head were like crocodiles attacking one after another. They fiercely rushed into the pool, and then rushed directly to the edge of the pool!

Then, the fierce veteran Etalik took the lead and jumped from the bow of the ship. He skillfully wielded his war stick and quickly killed several enemy militiamen who were blocking him from an angle that was difficult to defend against. Then, after a brief inspection, he led his personal guards to the nearest high platform and killed the garrisoned militiamen.

After ascending to the high platform, the commander of the temple guard observed the surroundings again for a moment, then took out the famous "Aztec Death Whistle", and then blew it hard, making a terrifying and shrill whistle!

The sharp whistle was so terrifying, like the cry of a night ghost, and like the call of death, it penetrated the eardrums of everyone around him. Amidst the horrifying whistles, Tarasco's militiamen instantly felt their hair stand on end and felt great fear!

This death whistle, shaped like a shrunken skull, is a special musical instrument of the Mexica Temple Guard and has always been used in sacrifices and wars. It can emit extremely high-frequency sound waves to deter enemies within dozens of meters.

The temple guards who landed one after another were well-trained and unaffected. They were fully armed, jumped out of the boat, and quickly killed the panicked militiamen around them. Then, the guards raised their large shields and gathered in units of a hundred people while looking at the commander on the high platform.

Veteran Etalik smiled fiercely and nodded slightly.

He held up his war stick, first faced the city wall, and moved a little closer to the west wall on the left and right. Then, he faced the inner side of the south city and pointed towards the marshal's flag on the attic. The temple guards quickly divided into three teams and killed in three directions without stopping. Subsequent reinforcements passed through the water gate and arrived ashore in a steady stream, following in the footsteps of the pioneers.

Soon, a total of 1,500 temple guards jumped off the boat one after another, shouting the names of the gods wildly, and killed in different directions. These pious and fierce warriors attacked the alleys in the city and climbed the corridors of the city wall. They wielded their war clubs powerfully and killed all the militiamen who were blocking the way. At the moment when the reserve team in the city is exhausted, this is a majestic force that cannot be resisted!

Behind the temple guards, "Black Wolf" Toltec stood on the bow of the ship in high spirits, holding a bow. He led more than a thousand longbow militiamen, and the second group rushed into the city.

As soon as Fang entered the city, the sharp-shooting young warrior looked around and raised his brows. He saw hundreds of Tarasco warriors rushing from the city to support them, followed by hundreds of militiamen.

Most of these warriors were dressed simply, embroidered with turkey family crests, and looked uneasy and tragic. Under the order of the "turkey" noble Kukuna, they suddenly shouted, praising the name of the moon goddess Haratana, and fought with the temple guards who broke into the city.

"Turkey" noble Kukuna looked worried, looking at the battle situation in front of him worriedly. The top of the southern city wall has been lost, and the army is fighting fiercely on the corridor, struggling to hold on. The marshal trapped the watchtower in the city, trying in vain to mobilize his increasingly thin troops. But now, Minato in the west has suddenly fallen again, and he can only rely on him to lead the remaining samurai militia to support and die.

"The water gate has been lost, and the situation is becoming more and more dangerous! The hidden back-road boats cannot be used now. Perhaps it is time to choose to surrender to the Mexicans!"

Kukuna, dressed gorgeously, stepped onto the high platform next to him and looked at the battle in the alley again. The enemy's temple guards have high morale and are very capable. The supporting warriors and militiamen could only form defensive formations. On the front line of the battle, war clubs hit cotton armor and spears stabbed shields. The battle was temporarily stalemate, but gradually tilted towards the Mexica. Then, he straightened up and looked at the enemy troops at the water gate, his eyes suddenly shrank.

"Whoosh!" A feather arrow pierced the sky, and the harsh sound of wind came, followed by a loud roar.

"In the middle!"

"Pfft", Kukuna's face suddenly stiffened, and then an expression of extreme pain appeared. He tried to open his mouth, but he just hissed and countless blood foam flew out. Then, the "turkey" noble reached out his hand, tremblingly touched the throat where the arrow was inserted, and tried hard to hold down the gushing blood, but everything was in vain!

Kukuna struggled for a few breaths, then fell sideways and became motionless again. Seeing the scene where the family leader fell, the family warriors who were still fighting fiercely were stunned for a moment and then collapsed. The warriors fled in all directions in panic, leaving only hundreds of militiamen who knelt down and surrendered.

Seeing that he hit the target, "Black Wolf" Toltec nodded proudly. Immediately, he turned around and looked at the city head again. Hundreds of temple guards rushed up from the passages on both sides and were fighting with more than a thousand Tarasco militia at the top of the city. There are dozens of backbone warriors among these militiamen, who are shouting loudly and organizing a stubborn gun formation.

Toltec raised his bow again, and with the longbow militia beside him, he shot towards the city head. "Swish, swish, swish" The three-wheeled feather arrows flew like lightning, directly killing more than twenty warriors and hundreds of militiamen. Under the attack of bows and arrows from the rear, the city fell into complete chaos. The Tarasco defenders were on the verge of collapse and would soon be completely defeated.

"Black Wolf" stood proudly for a moment, then casually shot another militiaman who was looking over his shoulder with an arrow. Then, without stopping, he led hundreds of shooters from his bodyguard and also rushed towards the enemy marshal's flag, which was the center of glory!

The old militiaman Chihuaco huddled at the top of the city, carefully looking down the city through the gaps between the corpses. Next to him was a militia subordinate who had just been shot to death by an arrow. Seeing the young warrior leader leading the archers away, he breathed a sigh of relief and once again summoned the six fellow villagers who were hiding on the wall.

Wezti looked around and spoke anxiously.

"Uncle, the Mexicans on the left and right are coming to kill! There are only a few dozen gentlemen left at the top of the city, and the militiamen will not be able to hold on for long. Everyone will be cut into pumpkin slices!"

The old militiaman sighed, took out a bundle of ropes from the earthen platform guarding the city, and shouted in a low voice with some ferocity.

"Boys, all the gentlemen have gone to die, and now I am the biggest! Come here and lend a hand, tie this thick rope tightly to the top of the wall, and then hang it down from the top of the city. The Mexican fleets patrolling the lake are all People are coming to the city. Now is the time to escape!"

Everyone's faces were filled with despair, and they all lowered their heads and started working together. As soon as everyone tied the rope and hung it down from the city, they heard a low voice.

"You guys, weeds in the wind, are very smart!"

Chihuaco's heart tightened, and he raised his head to hear the sound. Immediately, a smile like a withered chrysanthemum appeared on his old face.

"Noble sir, you are here!"

In front of the militiamen at the top of the city, a young noble looked cold and had messy hair. He was wearing a gorgeous battle suit, covered in blood, and spoke in a low voice.

"Old man, where is the boat I asked you to hide?! The fortress is about to fall. Please escort me out of the city quickly and go to the royal capital to report!"

The old militiaman looked at the war club in the young noble's hand, then at the opponent's uniform, and nodded hurriedly.

"Sir, the boat is hidden in the reeds by the lake. The Mexicans have never discovered it. From this rope, you can hang down from the city head. There are no patrol boats on the lake. We will escort you away now!"

The young noble nodded slightly. He walked a dozen steps left and right and loudly ordered the warriors and militiamen who were in chaos to quickly go to the passage to resist. Then, he quickly returned, grabbed the rope, and was the first to slip from the top of the city, escaping the doomed fortress. Then, the old militiaman slid down for the second time, and the sound of fighting in the city suddenly became distant. Weziti was the third to slide down, and the cruel blood, fire and fighting seemed to be isolated in another world.

In this unnoticed corner, several militiamen quickly slid down, and in front of them was the lakeside covered with reeds. The old militiaman looked behind him, lowered his head and asked softly.

"Master, is there anyone behind you?"

The young noble looked sad and angry and said through gritted teeth.

"My father has died in battle! The noble 'Turkey' family has withered with glory, and now I am the only one left. Old man, hurry up! Let's set off quickly and head to the great copper capital!"

Upon hearing that the young noble was alone and asked to go to the Bronze Capital, the old militiaman's downcast face changed slightly. When he raised his head, his smile was full of respect and obedience.

"Okay, sir, the boat is in that direction!"

The young nobleman quickly moved forward with two militiamen without hesitation. Behind him, Vezti asked in a low voice.

"Uncle, what should I do with this rope?"

The old militiaman raised his head and saw a militiaman guarding the city who had just discovered this passage and was falling into the city from above. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

"Stay! Every one of you can escape from behind."

Then, the old militiaman lowered his head slightly and said something quickly.

"Silly wood, please be careful on the road and keep an eye on that noble man."

After saying that, before Wezti could react, the old militiaman turned around and chased the young noble in the direction.

Amid the shouts that gradually receded, a group of eight people quickly arrived at the lake. The old militiamen pulled out an old canoe from a sunken earth hole. Everyone climbed aboard together and rowed hard into the wide Lake Quetseo before fleeing south.

Outside the water gate, two small Mexica boats came to a sudden stop. The militiamen on board looked at the lake for a moment, then quickly rowed this way. The Tarasco militiamen were nervous and rowed their oars rapidly. It's a pity that the young nobleman on the boat doesn't know how to row, so he just takes up the weight in vain and has no effect.

Within a few dozen steps, the two Mexican boats were getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye they were within fifty steps. The appearance of the two boats was clearly visible, and the Mexican militiamen suddenly burst into a shout of joy. The old militia listened attentively, but only vaguely heard the names of "noble" and "bounty".

Hearing this, the old militiaman's face changed and his expression flickered. He raised his head and looked at the noble in gorgeous clothes who was paddling the boat randomly, and then quietly made a color to Vezti. The young militiaman seemed to understand, and slowed down his paddling with doubts in his eyes.

"Wild grass, row the boat quickly! The inheritance of the "Turkey" family must not be cut off here!"

Facing the enemy's approaching pursuit, the young nobleman showed a ferocious face and hit Vezti's head hard with his hand. Vezti lowered his head in pain, and the boat shook at the same time.

At this moment, something unexpected happened! The old militiaman suddenly put down the oars, pushed hard with both hands, and pushed the young nobleman directly off the bow and into the cold lake water. The young noble was caught off guard, choking on water, and struggling desperately in the lake. The old militia coldly stared at the noble in the lake for a moment, then shouted in a low voice.

"Don't look! Go! Escape!"

Several militiamen from the same hometown were shocked. After a brief pause, they obeyed the order and waved their oars again to escape to the depths of Lake Quetzao.

Behind them, two Mexica boats picked up the young noble who fell into the water and confirmed the identity of the other noble. Then, the militiamen on the boats argued loudly for this richly rewarded sacrifice, and no longer cared about the militiamen who escaped.

The setting sun fell on the lake, and a golden color appeared. The old militia rowed the boat and looked longingly to the south, where there was a quiet and beautiful lake area and a prosperous and rich hometown. He didn't want to go to the copper city and continue the hopeless battle! He wanted to return to his wife and children, hide in a remote corner of the countryside, away from this cruel and damned war!

Behind him, Wezti touched his still aching head and tried to look back. The majestic and solid river mouth fortress was ablaze with flames and the sound of deafening fighting! The cruelty of blood and fire was gradually and quietly moving away, turning into solidified blood and blue bricks. The symbol of victory and defeat was gradually becoming clear, just like the Marshal's flag that fell down on the high attic in the city!

With the fall of the "crocodile" flag, the river mouth fortress, which had never been captured in more than a hundred years since its construction, fell at this moment!

Ah, sorry. I drank some wine at the party last night and I was dizzy and couldn't write. This chapter is from yesterday. Thank you all, (シ__)シ. In addition, thanks to the book friends for reminding me that if I am brave enough, I can go and listen to the Aztec death whistle. This is a special deterrent instrument in sacrifice and war, which is very memorable.