Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 723 - 388: Catching the Snake

Chapter 723: Chapter 388: Catching the Snake

"Whoo!... Whoo!..."

The prolonged sound of the horn came from the north, echoing through the rebellious Kulamo City. It was like a judgment from the Supreme God, and like a cold wave from the distant north, sending a chill through the entire body of the Clan Leader Guramo in an instant.

"How is it possible... how is it possible... so soon?!..."

Guramo trembled all over, in disbelief. Since Medina’s assassination attempt, only three days and four nights had passed!

He had traveled day and night to the south, mobilizing samurai to attack the garrison in Kulamo City, without any delay. Afterwards, he organized thousands of rebels, besieging the Mexica troops for two days and nights, exhausting their stamina and arrows, and victory seemed within reach! Who would have expected...

"So soon... it can only be... all results are the worst..."

Guramo murmured to himself, his heart instantly filled with despair.

The sound of the Royal Army’s horn appearing here, at this time, was the worst possible outcome imagined: Medina’s assassination of the King had utterly failed, and had not even caused a bit of chaos. The King had directly targeted the Zicao Family, sending out an urgent envoy who traveled a hundred miles in one day, commanding the Jingji Legion to head south. Then, the Jingji Legion, without any delay and not attacking the Crow Fief, had traveled almost a hundred miles in two days, heading straight for Kulamo City!

Such an outcome, once it occurred, signified that this premeditated rebellion was completely doomed. Faced with the crusading Kingdom Legion, the Zicao Family would not even have a chance to defend the city. A family of more than two hundred years of glory, was about to completely collapse in his hands, to be burned to ashes by the King’s wrath!

An endless regret surged in his heart, Guramo stood silently on the spot, his heart twisted with pain. The fighting on the pyramid continued, but the rebels’ assault was already powerless. The rebel leaders of Kulamo City were somewhat uneasy, clearly the King in the north was dead, so how could there be a Royal Army attack?

Soon, a scout rushed from the north of the city, panicking in his report.

"Family Head, a large number of Royal Legion troops have appeared in the north of the city, numbering three to five thousand. Looking at the flags, one is the Hummingbird Flag, and the other is the Sky Flag!"

The meaning of Qinchongcan is Land of the Hummingbird, and the Hummingbird Flag should belong to the Qinchongcan Samurai Camp. And there is only one Sky Flag, that of the Sky Samurai Camp.

"Haha! Huitu Puapu, Sky Oorta! You came really fast!"

Guramo gave a bitter laugh in his heart. These two came so fast, not to abide by the agreement to rebel together, but to silence him, acting with even more ruthlessness than the Mexica people. He was silent for a moment, suddenly smiled, and said to the leaders of Kulamo City on either side.

"Haha! Soldiers of the Prepetcha Samurai in the Royal Army have come as agreed, to rise up together and restore the Tarasco Kingdom! But when their troops enter the city, they will definitely plunder and demand property. Kulamo City is ours, we must not give them even a bit. You continue to command the Militia to besiege the Mexica samurai on the pyramid, take down the enemy as quickly as possible! I am now heading to North City, to guard the city walls while negotiating with them!"

The leaders in Kulamo City looked at each other, nodding their heads in doubt and belief. At this point, they had all reached a dead end, with no choice but to deceive themselves and others.

After briefly reassuring everyone, Guramo left the family’s main banner and did not recall the Zicao samurai. He only took about twenty of his trusted aides, carrying the family’s small banner, and hurried to the north gate.

The fierce fighting on the pyramid continued, but the intensity rapidly diminished. The veteran Etalik was surprised at the stability of the rebel’s morale. He stood at the highest point, watching the Golden Armor leader head northward, disappearing into a manor for a moment. Afterwards, the Golden Armor leader set off again with a dozen of his trusted aides, heading to the north gate to personally command the rebels in defending against the Royal Army.

"Guramo, how can you be so decisive?"

Etalik raised an eyebrow. Then, after a moment of thought, he suddenly clenched his fist.

"No good, he’s trying to escape!"

Outside the north gate, Oorta, leading two thousand elite Sky Samurai, had already arrived first. The Huitu Puapu samurai camp was slightly slower, still a few miles behind.

The walls of Kulamo City were about five meters high, sparsely manned by rebel militia and able-bodied men, estimated to be around five to six hundred people. At that moment, the rebels, observing the well-arranged Royal Legion outside the city, appeared uncertain and fearful.

Without hesitation, Oorta immediately ordered the samurai to attack the city. Four hundred bow samurai, clad in cotton armor, approached directly under the wall and fired deadly copper arrows at the rebels on the ramparts!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The sharp arrows rained fiercely upward; cries of anguish instantly echoed from the ramparts. Most of the Kulamo rebels were civilians, lacking not only protective shields and armor but also experience in combat against shooting. After just a few volleys of feathered arrows, there were a hundred casualties on the ramparts. Then, over a thousand Sky Samurai spread out to both sides of the wall. They looked for less defended spots, throwing grappling hooks to prepare for climbing.

Seeing that the defending army of North City was about to collapse, a leader in golden armor suddenly led about a dozen trusted aides and two hundred militia levied along the way, hastily climbing up the battlements. He wore a half-mask and carried a small flag of the Zicao Family behind him. The trusted aides loudly directed the militia to set up shields for defense, then to throw the prepared javelins, rocks, and ash bottles. After a brief fight, the Sky Samurai left dozens of bodies and concluded the first wave of the assault, temporarily retreating.

Oorta watched the battlements with a grave expression. He stared at the familiar figure of the leader in golden armor, his vaguely recognizable face, and glanced at the family flag on his back. Like a Hunter closing in on his prey, he smiled with delight.

"Guramo, it’s you!"

Now that Guramo was there, Oorta was in no hurry. The Sky Family’s samurai were already few, and saving even one was a gain. As for the Mexica samurai inside, they naturally had the protection of the Supreme God. He first instructed the bow samurai to shoot slowly, draining the morale of those on the ramparts while he began arranging manpower to construct simple ladders.

At the end of two quarters, the ladders were still incomplete. Puap had already arrived. Oorta, pointing at the leader in golden armor on the ramparts, exclaimed emotionally.

"Puap, our timing is perfect. I didn’t expect Guramo to have such courage, leading his troops personally at the battlements! Hmm, I wonder how General Etalik inside the city is doing, I hope the Supreme God protects him! From the sounds of it, fighting is still underway inside. Look, the Supreme God’s flag is still flying on the Temple Pyramid; they must still be holding on..."

Puap glanced at the battlements, noted the leader’s mask and the small flag, and measured the man’s position ahead of his troops, and his expression suddenly changed. He gripped his fingers tightly and cursed out loud.

"Oorta, you fool! That’s not Guramo! What stupidity! How could I have a comrade like you!"

Then, ignoring the surprise on Oorta’s face, he ordered directly.

"The city is still resisting, the rebel forces are limited, they cannot hold all four walls! Leave a thousand men here, then send five hundred to both the East City and West City! I’m sending a thousand men to the south, to block off South City and the lakeshore!"

After speaking, Huitu Puap didn’t stop for a moment. He immediately took his trusted aides and hurried off to the southwest.

"Ah! Puap, where are you going now?"

Oorta called out hastily from behind.

"Damn! I’m heading to Guramo’s fief, Zicao Manor! May the Supreme God protect us, I hope it’s not too late!"

The afternoon sun twinkled on Lake Atoyac, and desperate cries arose within Kulamo City. The four thousand Prepetcha samurai paused briefly, then dispersed in all directions, blocking off the entire rebellious city. They cast themselves like a loose, large net, thrown with force to capture the cunning water serpent lurking in Lake Atoyac.