Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 936 - 544: Death Under the Dawn_2

Chapter 936: Chapter 544: Death Under the Dawn_2

"Kill!"

The Tree Snake Samurai shouted out loudly, charging ferociously. Hundreds of Tzompantli’s trusted aides gathered, forming a resilient battle group to block the assault of the Tree Snake Samurai. Meanwhile, the courageous Cloud Serpent Hunter threw away his greatbow, grasped his bronze axe tightly, and charged first at the blocking battle group.

Telavito’s steps were exceptionally nimble, like a leaping leopard, swiftly moving to the right rear of a young samurai, where the left-hand shield could not cover. He stretched out his arm, swung precisely, and cut through the opponent’s shoulder, breaking their defensive movements. Then, he closed in again, lightly slashing upward against the warrior’s counter-strike with the war club.

"Ugh!... Hoh hoh..."

A large spray of blood spurted from the neck of the young samurai, impossible to stop. Telavito stepped back two steps to avoid the splattering blood and without looking again, directly killed other city-state warriors. In just a few breaths, there were two more dying screams.

"Ah!... Ah!..."

"Hmm?!"

Xochitl frowned and, taking advantage of the burning firelight, looked toward the charging Tlaxcala warriors. These hundred or so warriors were evidently the elite from Snake City, their battle techniques exceptionally skilled and their coordination seamless. The cloak-clad great general leading them was particularly fierce, having killed three people consecutively and advanced within forty paces! Ordinary city-state warriors simply could not intervene.

"Texiwhit, you, go stop that great general!"

Xochitl thought for a moment, then looked at the head warrior of the family beside him. In Navajo, Texiwhit means firm and wise turquoise. This is a rare and beautiful name, usually given as a nickname to the most tenacious warriors or the most intelligent priests.

"Yes, Family Head!"

Texiwhit lowered his head, bowing respectfully. He was burly, wearing armor, holding a great shield, like a robust wooden stake.

"The opponent is very fierce, don’t engage in a deadly struggle. Use your shield well, just hold him down! There shouldn’t be many night-raiding Tlaxcalans, as long as the warriors hold their ground and recover from the chaos... the ones utterly defeated will be them!"

Xochitl carefully exhorted a couple of times, patting the high shoulder of the family head warrior.

"Don’t take risks, see me alive!"

"Yes! Family Head, I’ll die for you!"

Texiwhit saluted and left with a few trusted aides. With long and heavy strides, he ran swiftly. Moments later, he stood firmly in front of Telavito with his half-human-tall great shield. The fierce advancing Cloud Serpent Hunter immediately felt the pressure like a mountain.

"Damn!"

Cloud Serpent Hunter Telavito swung his bronze axe continuously, all blocked by the opponent’s leather-covered wooden shield, making "thud thud" dull sounds. When he tried to bypass the tall Mexica warrior, the opponent displayed not just agility but also extremely threatening blows.

"Damn it! You agile turtle!"

The Cloud Serpent Hunter was forced to stop, entangling with the wooden stake in front of him. He kept shouting provocations at his opponent, hoping to draw out a flaw.

Texiwhit, with his head down, kept silent. He wielded his shield and war club, primarily defending, occasionally countering, stable and as solid as a rock.

"Huff... Huff!"

Cloud Serpent Hunter Telavito charged for a quarter of an hour, all blocked by Texiwhit the Turquoise. The surrounding Tree Snake Samurai charged relentlessly, also held back by the resilient Tzompantli’s trusted aides.

Under the dim night fire, both sides hacked close, completely tangled together. In just a short time, dozens of elite warriors fell. Warm blood spread freely at the battle site, soaking the warriors behind and making the ground muddy and sticky.

"Chief Divine protect us!"

"Cloud Serpent protect us!"

The flames flickered, casting a wavering light over the chaotic crowd. The fierce sounds of killing quickly turned into cries of pain from the wounded, then were overwhelmed by new shouts.

Fifteen minutes later, the Tree Snake Samurai still hadn’t breached the barrier, only futilely sacrificing their lives, joining the city-state warriors on the journey to the Divine Kingdom. As the battle reached a stalemate, the numerical disadvantage of the Tlaxcalans slowly revealed itself.

The elder Xochitl stood in front of the fire and the great flag, motionless, his expression stern and somewhat somber.

The battlefield before him was like a lake gathering streams of blood, concentrating vitality, devouring the lives of warriors. Small groups of Mexica warriors continuously arrived from the surrounding nobility residences, joining the battle. Sporadic Tree Snake Samurai also ran in from the outer camps, but their numbers were much fewer.

"Ha!"

Seeing more and more legion warriors, Xochitl’s lips curled into a ruthless smile. He slightly tilted his head back, glancing at the fully set moon, then at the soon-to-rise sun.

"Huff! The darkest moment is finally about to pass!... Once daylight breaks..."

Xochitl narrowed his eyes coldly, observing the hundred or so Tree Snake Samurai struggling among the three to four hundred Tzompantli’s trusted aides, especially that battle-savvy great general. His heart was full of killing intent, and he contemplated the aftermath of this battle.

In this night raid, the Tzompantli legion likely suffered heavy losses, with his power and prestige weakened in tandem. King Aweit, ever aggressive, might seize the chance to punish, further suppressing the city-state army... he must leave enough substantial sacrifices to account for this night raid!

With the sky brightening slightly, the camp started to recover from the chaos. Xochitl watched the battlefield for a moment, feeling the situation was under control. Then, he turned his head, and in a deep voice commanded his family’s escorts on either side.