Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 933 - 542: A Fleeting Opportunity for Battle, the Telascallans’ Night Raid!

Chapter 933: Chapter 542: A Fleeting Opportunity for Battle, the Telascallans’ Night Raid!

The clouds cleared, the night fell deep. Moonlight poured down like water, spreading its cold glow, illuminating the sprawling Mexica camp outside Snake City, resembling a giant serpent poised to devour its prey. The large and small flags of Mexica nobility fluttered high, like the wings of a serpent, obscured in the shadows. And the bonfires lit across the camp were like the serpent’s flashing scales, pulsating with a captivating murderous intent.

"Aowoo! Roar!..."

As the night deepened, a frenzy of hissing and howling suddenly erupted from the Mexica camp. This was quickly followed by the desperate cries of the City-State Warriors.

"Ah! Ah! The immortal sun has set!..."

"Sacrifice for the elders, revenge for the High Priest!..."

"Kill! Kill! Conquer Snake City, slaughter the Tlaxcallans!..."

"Aowoo! Roar!..."

The terrible cries shook the fields, like rolling thunder, reaching far into the distance. Similar cries seemed to also echo in the direction of Northeast White Snake City. Night’s thunder carried the elegy, flowing in the mighty long wind, seeping into the hearts of tens of thousands!

"Thump thump boom..."

Dozens of elite Tlaxcallan Warriors, donning leather armor with Snake patterns, quickly ascended the city walls, spreading to guard both directions. Soon after, a respected middle-aged Divine Descendant, wearing a long feather crown, with an obsidian necklace around his neck, draped in a tree-patterned cloak, and holding a jade Divine Staff, hurriedly arrived. He climbed to the high part of the city head, with a worried expression.

"What is happening?! Why are the Mexica suddenly raising a clamor?"

The middle-aged Divine Descendant stood on the city head, looking out towards the eastern Mexica camp, only hearing the mad cries.

The Mexica warriors in the camp seemed to be engulfed in immense grief. That sound was like injured wolves, relentlessly howling to the moon. And as he looked at the main flag of the Mexica camp under the faint moonlight, it revealed the symbol of a tree, precisely the Tzompantli’s legion of Tepanecapan.

"Who is the noble stationed at the city head tonight? Have him come quickly and report!"

Upon hearing this, the Snake City trusted aides quickly hurried away. In less than a quarter, a hereditary noble with a thick brow and strapped with a greatbow appeared before the middle-aged Divine Descendant, respectfully kneeling.

"Respected Snake Divine Descendant, City Lord Okote! Cloud Serpent Hunter Telavito, pays his respects!"

Upon hearing the title "Cloud Serpent Hunter," City Lord Okote’s expression adjusted. The Cloud Serpent was the embodiment of the God of the Hunt, and hunters named after the Cloud Serpent were the top-tier archery masters! He slightly bowed his head, nodding to Telavito. Then, the esteemed Snake Divine Descendant asked solemnly, with urgency in his voice.

"Telavito, what happened in the Mexica camp? Why are they shouting so fiercely, even frantically?"

"City Lord, I have listened for a long time on the city head and observed the actions of the Mexica warriors..."

Cloud Serpent Hunter Telavito pondered for a moment, then reported frankly.

"They are shouting about the sun’s fall, sacrifice and revenge... It seems a highly noble Descendant of the Sun God has gone to the Divine Kingdom!"

"Ah?! The Descendant of the Sun God, fallen?"

Upon hearing this, Okote’s expression shifted, gasping aloud. A hint of hope appeared on his face.

"Could it be that King Aweit has died? If so, the Mexica have lost their leader, they would withdraw from below the city!"

"...City Lord, it probably isn’t."

Telavito thought for a bit and shook his head.

"Outside the east city is the City-State Army of the Mexica. If the king who ascended the throne just a few years ago went to the Divine Kingdom, they wouldn’t be so sad!..."

"Uh..."

Okote was momentarily speechless; this was indeed the truth. The City-State Armies across regions are private troops of the various nobility, loyal directly to the Great Nobility within the City-State, rather than the topmost alliance leader. In the entire land, except for the former Tarasco Kingdom, this situation is generally true.

Since King Aweit of the Mexica ascended the throne, he has enforced centralization, suppressing local City-States. Though he is renowned and powerful, his aggressive approach stirred dissatisfaction among the Great Nobility who found their interests hurt. If he indeed died on the eastern campaign...the nobles and warriors of the city-state armies would surely celebrate in secret, never mourn so bitterly.

"Hmm...aside from the Mexica’s Great Tratuoani, who else can be called the sun? Even the Lord of Death God Temple on the south cannot bear this title now..."

"City Lord, I vaguely heard the term ’We-we’ repeatedly mentioned..."

"We-we? Respected elder?"

Upon hearing this, Snake City Lord Okote paused, thinking for a moment, his face revealing a look of disbelief.

"Ah! Could it be? Could it be! ...Him?"

"Very likely!"

Telavito’s expression turned serious, nodding earnestly.

"Only He who personally established the Mexica Alliance could inspire such heartfelt awe and reverence among the Mexica nobles and warriors of all states!"

"Ah this!..."

City Lord Okote of Tree Snake City changed his expression, his thoughts racing, almost forgetting. For more than forty years, he had been listening to that name, growing from a child to middle age. That name had existed for so long, it almost became an immortal mark, a divine being of the present world. But once such a sun falls...

"Kill! Kill! Capture Tree Snake City, for the immortal sun, sacrifice them!..."

The cries of the Mexica warriors rose again from the army camp, like thunder. This time, their shouts were so clear, almost directly entering the ears of all the people on the city wall!

"Ah!"

City Lord Okote trembled all over. His face showed a trace of fear as he whispered to himself.

"These...bloodthirsty, frantic Mexica people!... If this continues, I fear it will be a fearless assault on the city, sacrificing the divine descendants..."

"City Lord! The next attack from the Mexica legion will surely be more ferocious than ever! If we only hold on defensively, passively getting attacked, no matter how strong the city is, it will be impossible to hold!"

Telavito gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and spoke up. He gripped the short dagger at his waist, showing a fierce determination in his eyes.

"Revered descendant of the Tree Snake God, opportunities in battle appear in a flash. Taking advantage of the Mexica’s grief tonight, we must take the initiative to attack! Please give me five hundred elite warriors capable of fighting at night, to follow me out and launch a night raid on the shaken Mexica!"

"Hmm?! You want to launch a night raid on the enemy camp?"

Upon hearing this, City Lord Okote’s expression changed. He gripped his divine staff and after careful consideration, asked in a low voice.

"Telavito, how confident are you?"

"City Lord, launching a night raid from the city, attacking the many with the few, is like a solitary cougar attacking a fierce wolf pack, it is a path of no return!"

Telavito stood up, drew the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pointed toward the military camp outside the city.

"The strategy of the Mexica City-State Army typically involves militia surrounding on the outside, with warriors holding firm inside. The warriors are the core of the city-state army, while the militia are merely endless expendables. No matter how the militia are brutally consumed, the warriors rely on a sturdy camp, unmoving like a mountain, ready to strike out at any time. They will use the lives of the militia to deplete the enemy’s strength, disrupt their formations, and seize an opportunity to attack the enemy warriors!..."

Upon hearing this, Okote nodded slightly. The Tlaxcallans and the Mexica have been at war for decades, familiar with such tactics, but the Mexica warriors were indeed ruthless and relentless, difficult to truly defeat.

"But tonight is different! The Mexica warriors are grieving and frenzied, teetering on the edge of chaos. Once they grow weary and rest, I will lead the elites to strike! Even if it costs us dearly, we are bound to achieve results and truly harm the enemy warriors!"

As Telavito said this, a brilliant light flashed in his eyes. He knelt down once more to salute, requesting permission from the noble descendant of the Tree Snake God.

"Revered descendant of the divine, please give me five hundred warriors! If I cannot break the enemy’s army, I would rather die in battle outside the city!"

Okote gazed at the brave Cloud Serpent hunter, looking into his bright and determined eyes. After a while, he nodded heavily.

"Good!... Telavito, my warrior, I will give you five hundred of Tree Snake’s trusted aides! May the supreme Cloud Serpent protect you!... I have only one request, that you return alive!"

"May the supreme Cloud Serpent protect us!"

Hearing this, Telavito’s spirits lifted, his heart surging with heroic spirit. He lowered himself to the ground, knocking thrice, solemnly pledging.

"Revered descendant of the divine! I shall fight to the death outside the city, break through the Mexica warriors, and bring you a glorious victory!"

City Lord Okote nodded silently, reaching out to grip Telavito’s hair. Then, he removed his Tree Snake cloak, draping it over Telavito himself. The valiant Cloud Serpent hunter looked moved, bowing to the ground to pay respects once more. Meanwhile, two trusted aides took the jade seal, discreetly heading into the city to gather troops.

A few quarters of an hour later, five hundred elite Tree Snake warriors, clad in leather armor with tree patterns, wielding obsidian war clubs, gathered beneath the city walls. Telavito, draped in the noble tree-patterned cloak, silently walked past each Tree Snake warrior, holding the war club high.

"Cloud Serpent protect us! For the sacred bloodline, we fight to the death!"

"Cloud Serpent protect us! Fight to the death!"

The Tree Snake warriors responded in low voices, their eyes burning with fighting spirit. They were the trusted aides of Okote, nurtured for generations, the most loyal and battle-hardened elite in the city. Only true elites could undertake the arduous task of a night raid.

Having passed through, witnessing these elite Tree Snake warriors, Telavito felt some confidence rising in his heart. He then came to the city gate, sat down cross-legged, and calmly closed his eyes, waiting quietly below the city.

The five hundred Tree Snake warriors looked toward the city head, where the noble descendant Okote stood motionless, quietly observing the outside of the city, like a statue. From outside the city, the faint sounds of shouting still resembled the mournful howls of wolves. The Tree Snake warriors also sat down one after another, conserving energy, accumulating the strength needed for deadly combat.

"Awooo! Roar! ... Roar..."

Until dawn was about to break and the deepest darkness approached, the Mexica camp gradually fell silent. The grieving city-state warriors felt fatigue, slowly going to rest. Only a few patrol teams still wandered outside the city.

"It’s almost time; it’s now!"

In the silent wind, Telavito suddenly opened his eyes. Then he suddenly stood up, waved his war club, and commanded the guards at the city gate.

"Open the city gate! Warriors of the God of the Hunt, go to battle with me! Cloud Serpent protect the warriors!"

"Cloud Serpent protect us!"

In just a dozen breaths, under the busy work of the guards on the city wall, the tightly closed city gate of Tree Snake City suddenly creaked open, revealing a dark hole of a city gate! And behind the gate, countless warriors’ figures suddenly emerged.

Telavito, cloaked in the cape, armed with a greatbow, and holding a war club, was the first to leap out of the city gate. Five hundred Tree Snake warriors, with their war clubs lowered, followed closely behind. They did not light any torches or make any sounds, like silent tree snakes, opening their venomous mouths and pouncing fiercely and sharply toward the Mexica camp a mile outside the city!