Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 892 - 510: The Eastern Expedition of the Northern Route Army, Banquet and Congratulations

Chapter 892: Chapter 510: The Eastern Expedition of the Northern Route Army, Banquet and Congratulations

The bold singing echoed throughout the entire army camp, spreading for miles, causing the spring rain to cease.

The priest leader of Cholula, the elderly Petl, slowly stood up from the corner of the camp. Following the footsteps of a few royal guards, he walked out of the simple tent. The royal guards were clad in copper armor, their footsteps clanging, drawing Petl’s careful gaze as he pondered.

Soon, the rousing songs of the samurai reached the ears of the old priest leader. He couldn’t help but pause briefly, his eyes narrowing like a fox’s.

"Ah! The War God descends from the Divine Kingdom,

Promising the glory of the Mexica people...

Who are the descendants of the Divine?

He is the Mexica King!

Who is the true warrior?

He is the hero of the Mexica people!

..."

Petl pursed his lips, lost in deep thought. After a while, he exhaled a long breath, sighed deeply, and his face returned to calm.

Inside the grand tent, Aweit laughed heartily. He raised his wine cup and shouted loudly to all the generals.

"May the Chief Divine bless! Come, drink this cup in full, to celebrate our warriors!"

"May the Chief Divine bless! Celebrate the King! Celebrate the nobility! Celebrate the warriors!"

Casal slightly bowed, a respectful smile on his face, saluting the King at the head, and then raised his cup to the nobles on either side. Following this, Clan Leader Izel from the mountains also lowered his head, being the second to praise.

"May the Chief Divine bless! The Sun God descends to the mortal realm, transforming into the supreme King! Under the King’s rule, nobles and warriors from all states are willing to sacrifice themselves fearlessly for the King!"

"Indeed! May the Chief Divine bless! Praise the King, willing to give my life for you!"

No matter their true thoughts, the faces of all the Legion Commanders were filled with smiles at this moment. They respectfully offered their prayers, saluted the King altogether, and drank the thin wine in their hands.

"Haha! The Alliance is united in will. Unifying the world is almost within reach! By then, all generals will be rewarded!"

Aweit laughed heartily, finished his drink contentedly in one go. Then, he waved his hand boldly, signaling the generals to relax, and then sat cross-legged directly on the carpet. Not far outside the tent, the Feathered Serpent City burned with flames that hadn’t extinguished for days. This fire, in the King’s eyes, looked like beautiful fireworks, filling his heart with joy and serenity.

In early April, the main force of the Northern Route Army began to siege the Feathered Serpent City, focusing on attacking the flat western and northern sides.

More than twenty catapults were constructed, continuously hurling fiery balls. Large groups of royal bow samurai, armored, shot arrows, causing heavy casualties among the elite of the defending army on the city walls. Following that, squads of city-state militia were sent out, sacrificing their lives to deplete the arrows, stones, wood, and ash pots in the city. And the various city-state warrior camps took turns deploying to fight fiercely against the enemy on the city walls.

At the end of April, good news first came from the Divine Pass. Giant Bear Stanley had besieged for several months, tying down the defending army of the Weisoqinke state. Then, Prince Iskali of the end moon and Prince Tepopolo united, leading four thousand domestic warriors over the dangerous Eastern Madre Mountains, breaking into the heart of the Weisoqinke state, launching a surprise attack on the pass city from south to north.

The two sides attacked from north and south, and with the bombardment from the Divine Eagle Cannon, they captured the fortress group of the Divine Pass. Stanley suffered over two thousand casualties among royal warriors, over four thousand elite militia, killed seven thousand Tlaxcala defenders and captured more than ten thousand militia. Most of the captured militia had been bombarded by the Divine Eagle Cannon for many days, fearing the great power of the War God, and finally surrendered.

After several months of bloody fighting, with heavy casualties, the army finally captured the pass city. The resolute resistance of the Tlaxcala people, and the fierce siege by the Mexica, all speak volumes.

The Weisoqinke state has about two hundred thousand population, able to mobilize seven thousand Tlaxcala warriors and twenty to thirty thousand able-bodied militia. After this battle, the Tlaxcala warriors lost more than half, and the able-bodied men also suffered nearly half of casualties. As for the remaining over ten thousand defenders, they all huddled in the capital of the Weisoqinke state, Oak Tree City.

Upon receiving the good news, Aweit, invigorated, exclaimed "Good" three times in a row. He ordered Giant Bear Stanley and Prince Iskali to combine forces, continue the southern attack, clearing out various divisions in the Weisoqinke state, then siege Oak Tree City. Next, Stanley’s most important task was to promptly send people to transport six siege engines, the Sun Divine Eagle Cannons, to the camp of Feathered Serpent City!

The Divine Eagle Cannon was quite heavy, not easy to transport through the mountain roads, and was still on the way. However, the royal warriors had escorted several Divine Descendant nobility and some flags of the Divine Pass to the camp in time. Aweit immediately ordered to bring the captives and banners to the city to show the defenders.

"The western city-states, the southern city-states, have all fallen! You have no reinforcements!"

Struck by this blow, the morale of the defenders visibly declined. The fierce fighting continued under Feathered Serpent City for days, from early April into the end of the month, and into the early days of May. The tenaciously defended Feathered Serpent City finally fell today! At this point, of the four core snake cities of Tlaxcala, only three remained, several miles apart, supporting each other.

Just now, Aweit calculated the total casualties of the army, deeply moved upon hearing the numbers.

Sieging a Feathered Serpent City cost a total of four hundred royal warriors, more than three thousand city-state warriors, and eight thousand city-state militia. Combined, there were an astonishing twelve thousand! Whereas the Tlaxcala suffered four thousand warriors killed, five hundred warriors captured, and over eight thousand militia able-bodied men either dead or surrendered. The Mexica’s casualties in attacking this fortress were almost equal to those of the Tlaxcala!

"The Tlaxcala dared to rely on natural barriers, refusing to surrender, fighting desperately against the Alliance army!"

With this thought, Aweit’s face darkened, his heart filled with killing intent.

"In that case, let’s wipe out these bow-wielding descendants of the Cloud Serpent!"

The King drank a few glasses of tequila, allowing his thoughts to wander far. The situation of the three southern snake cities once again came into his mind.

"Forty miles southwest of the Feathered Serpent City, relying on the undulating mountains, are the remaining three snake cities. The southernmost is Ocotelulco, Tree Snake City. Tree Snake City is farthest from the mountains, set on plains, should be the easiest to attack. To the east is Tizatlán, White Snake City. White Snake City is northward towards the mountains, on a higher terrain, situated on hills, relatively tricky..."

"And the most difficult and formidable is the ancestral land and the strongest fortress of the Tlaxcala, the cloud snake city built on the mountain, Tepetícpac-Texcallan, Cloud Serpent City!"

Thinking of Cloud Serpent City, Aweit’s brows furrowed continually, almost forming a line. The Cloud Serpent City is a truly formidable mountain city; though not large in area, it occupied a relative height of two hundred meters. To attack such a mountain city, the warriors would have to climb the two-hundred-meter mountain path under rolling stones and arrows, and then look up attacking the fortress on the mountain...

"Praise the Mexica Chief Divine! The supreme Mexica King, the Holy City of Cholula, priest leader Petl, greets you as a descendant of the ancient Toltec people!"

The elderly Petl opened the tent door and walked into the grand tent, the sharp scent of wine rushing in, mingled with the deafening clamor of the generals. Petl felt disdain in his heart, yet his face was full of respect.

"Hmm? The priest leader of the Holy City of Cholula?"

Upon hearing this, all the generals in the grand tent instantly became quiet.

The priest leader of the Holy City of Cholula’s status is roughly equivalent to the High Priest of the Alliance’s priesthood, both situated at the pinnacle of divine authority. Of course, while the priest leader of Cholula holds a noble position, he doesn’t possess much real power and can’t intervene much in various divisions of the world. However, the High Priest of the Lake Capital City truly holds half the Alliance’s power, capable of obliterating a tribe with a single word!

"Haha! Priest Leader Petl, why have you come so late?"

Aweit looked askance at the elderly Petl. Then he waved his hand, with a hint of wine on his breath, coldly commanding.

"Today is a grand celebration, enjoying it together with the generals. Come! Move to the center of the grand tent! Dance and celebrate for me and the many great generals!"