Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 872 - 490: Siege of Water Valley City, Breaching the City!

Chapter 872: Chapter 490: Siege of Water Valley City, Breaching the City!

"God of the Hunt, bless us! Neca, you lead the warriors of the family and charge up there!"

The city walls were trembling, the situation was critical. Black Serpent Teuctli stood high, shouting angrily. He waved the command flag hastily, summoning his trusted Head Warrior Neca, leading five hundred elite family warriors to support the walls.

"Charge! Drive the enemy off the walls!"

"Kill! Cut down those defending rats!"

Ladders were propped against the walls, bronze hooks dug into the bricks. Soon, a hundred or so Tekos axe-wielding warriors climbed up in two strides, leaping into the melee on the battlements. They blocked with shields in one hand, swung their bronze axes in the other, hacking ferociously at the militia like coyotes slaughtering rabbits.

These tribal warriors were selected from thousands of defectors, renowned for their bravery among the Tekos tribes. They were promised that as long as they survived as the vanguard, they would be formally incorporated into the legion and promoted to the kingdom’s third level warrior! And if they could kill a Tlaxcala leader, they would be elevated to the kingdom’s Military Merit Nobility!

At this moment, behind them were the red-haired hunters monitoring the battle, certain death if they retreated. Ahead was the wavering Water Valley City, their only chance of survival lay in climbing the walls and fighting desperately. The promise of great rewards spurred them forward, death loomed behind. The tribal warriors had no choice but to summon their remaining courage and fight fiercely on the walls!

"Screech!"

A tattooed Tekos warrior swung his one-handed axe, smashing brutally into the chest of a Tlaxcala militiaman. A large spray of red blood splattered, covering his head and face. He grinned, quickly wiping his eyes, then pounced on another young militiaman.

The young militiaman trembled, clutching his stone spear, thrusting it wildly twice, both strikes hitting the opponent’s shield. The tattooed warrior, without hesitation, closed in and raised his bronze axe to strike again with force.

"Screech! Thud!..."

Warm spurts, a mist of blood rose before his eyes, the artery in the neck had been severed. The Tekos warrior squinted, took a step back, and just as he was about to wipe his face, a fierce wind struck from the side.

"Bang! Crack!"

A heavy obsidian club smashed into his head, producing a bone-crunching "crack." The tattooed head twisted halfway, like a ripened mamey fruit being twisted. The Tekos warrior fell to the ground silently, dead on the spot.

"Spit! Damn barbarian children!"

The Black Serpent Head Warrior Neca revealed himself, walking out from the militia. He wore finely crafted cotton armor, a thickened leather cap, covered by a sleeved war coat. The coat was brightly colored with the Black Serpent family crest, marking him as a veteran Tlaxcala warrior.

The traditions of various Central American tribes were quite similar; the higher the rank of the warrior, the more ornate their clothing, often adorned with fur and feathers. On the battlefield, they served as the pillar of military morale and the most conspicuous targets.

"You, push down those ladders!"

The Black Serpent Head Warrior Neca looked at the militia on the battlements, giving the command. He then scanned the walls, identifying the next ladder’s location.

The fighting there was more intense, with several Tekos warriors holding their ground, creating a breach. A continuous stream of enemies climbed through this gap, while the few Tlaxcala warriors defending this section could only raise their shields passively, barely holding off the enemy’s advance.

"Damn! These City-State warriors on the walls, every one of them scared witless by the bronze beast!"

Neca cursed, then crouched again, leading a dozen warriors toward that part of the wall. Feathered arrows whistled past, brushing his back, sending chills down his spine.

"For the Chief Divine!..."

Vaguely, a voice came from the south, quickly drowned in the cacophony on the battlements, drawing little attention.

"Spit! Damn those copper-armored archers!"

Neca held up a shield, cautiously advancing towards the enemy position. The copper-armored archers used sharp bronze arrows, posing a significant threat to the warriors. Without their robust cloth-covered copper armor... As he pondered this, Neca glanced enviously at the archers’ armor. Suddenly, hundreds of sprinting vanguards came into view.

"Huh? What is this?..."

Neca was puzzled. He looked down at the figures running below, noting they were weaponless but holding strange clay tribulus balls. Smoke seemed to be faintly rising from these balls?

"For the Chief Divine!..."

The sprinting vanguard drew closer, their fervent cries becoming clearer. Some were shot by arrows from the walls, causing the clay tribulus balls to drop and roll away. Upon seeing the smoking balls, nearby copper-armored archers showed fear, hurriedly moving towards shielded vehicles on either side.

"Huh?"

Neca felt a sudden dread. A clay ball that could terrify copper-armored archers?

"For the Chief Divine!..."

Within moments, the vanguard reached the base of the walls. They quickly climbed up, holding the clay balls with one hand, and as they reached the top, they unhesitatingly threw the balls!

"Bang, bang!"

Dozens of clay balls scattered across the battlements, rolling beneath the feet of the gathered defenders, still emitting faint smoke.

"Ah?!"

Neca’s eyes widened as he stared at a clay ball six or seven meters away. An intense sense of danger surged, making his heart clench. Without time to shout, the Black Serpent Head Warrior squatted down on the battlements, raising his shield in front of him.

"Hmm?"

Neca held his shield, tensely waiting for several breaths. The clay ball emitted smoke but made no sound. The battlements were still in chaotic battle, with shouts and cries filling the air. The vanguards who had thrown the balls jumped back down, quickly running a few steps before crouching in the corners, practically curled into a ball.

"You! Check it out!"

The Black Wolf Head Warrior ordered. A young warrior raised his shield, approaching the clay ball. He hesitantly reached out and touched the hot clay shell.

"Neca, Head Warrior, it’s hot!"

The young warrior turned, beaming. Then, a terrible thunderclap suddenly erupted on the battlements!

"Boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom!..."

The smoking clay balls exploded, spewing countless sharp fragments. The fragments were like the sharpest blades, slicing down the gathered warriors and militia. Billowing black smoke rose, huge blooms of blood sprayed out, only to be vaporized by the heat into a blood mist.

"Ah!!"

Neca’s eyes widened, his heart pounding. He almost saw with his own eyes a young warrior turned into a tattered rag bag by countless fragments!

Thunderous explosions, life slipping away. Within a three-meter radius of the clay balls, three Tekos warriors, along with more than ten defenders, were struck down by fragments. Further away, a large number of militia lost their footing, toppled by the thunder, rolling off the battlements in waves. Even Neca himself fell heavily, unable to get up for a long time.

The noisy battlements fell silent, only the echoes of thunder remained. At that moment, neither Tlaxcala nobles, warriors, nor militia could speak.

Explosions boomed, chilling hearts. Black Serpent Teuctli stood dazed at a high point, his obsidian club unknowingly dropped to the ground. Unknown fear surged, like an endless abyss, swallowing his reason. After a long while, he dryly asked in a hoarse voice.

"What... what is this?"

"Ah!... Evil demons! It’s evil demons! The Mexica have summoned evil demons!"

After a moment, terrified cries finally rang out on the battlements. Hundreds of militia dropped their weapons, stumbling and jumping off the walls. Even if they broke their limbs, they needed to flee the terrible walls. After consecutive blows, these defending militia finally collapsed, unable to continue fighting.

Large gaps appeared in the south city walls. The defending Tlaxcala warriors also showed panic, shouting meaningless phrases, unsure of what to do.

"God of the Hunt, have you abandoned us?..."

Neca sat dazed on the battlements, narrowly escaping the God of Death. Before him was a scene of chaos, bright red everywhere. Even his resilience was shaken, his faith wavering, questioning the battle.

"The Mexica indeed have the help of evil demons!... How can we resist?..."

"Charge for His Highness!!"

Deafening shouts came from nearby, awakening the despairing Neca. He looked down in horror, seeing hundreds and thousands of copper-armored warriors, wielding sharp double-handed battle axes, charging fiercely at the walls!

Soon, these heavy-armored warriors reached the walls. Amid the chaos on the battlements, they immediately began climbing. Their sharp bronze great axes swung ferociously, instantly slicing any defender attempting to stop them in half!

"It’s over!"

Seeing the Mexica elite scaling the walls, Neca’s heart filled with despair. A heavy-armored warrior raised a great axe, hacking fiercely. He ignored the spears’ thrusts due to his solid armor, killing three Black Serpent warriors with just two strikes!

A warm splash of blood landed on Black Serpent Head Warrior Neca’s face. The stench filled his nostrils. Neca shuddered, flipped over, and fled down the walls. He sprinted over the slippery, sticky steps, past panic-stricken militia, straight towards the stunned family head.

Behind him, hundreds of Mexica warriors climbed the south city walls. They swung their great axes, thrust their long spears, spreading along the walls. The defending army on the battlements rapidly dwindled, either dead or fleeing. The reserve warriors and militia below, demoralized and in disarray, couldn’t reinforce in time.

In less than fifteen minutes, Water Valley City’s south city walls were filled with Mexica warriors. Platinum-armored copper warriors slaughtered down the walls, while green-leather-armored warriors hurled javelins from above. Soon, the defending army in the south city couldn’t hold, starting to retreat.

"Roar! Roar!"

Heavy-armored warriors roared like tigers atop the walls, raising their war clubs! Then, a path was cleared through the blocked gate, bursting open! Large groups of warriors surged into the city, like a green flood, roaring in victory. In that moment, countless roars merged like the roar of giant beasts, with an unyielding will, proclaiming loudly!

"Water Valley City! Is breached!!"