Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 939 - 546: Battle of Tree Snake City, the Bloody and Brutal Meat Grinder!

Chapter 939: Chapter 546: Battle of Tree Snake City, the Bloody and Brutal Meat Grinder!

"Boom! Boom!..."

Thunder rumbles, echoing in the sky full of dark clouds, like the roar of the Storm God, heralding the peak of the rainy season.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The sound of cannons erupts from the Mexica army’s siege formation, like the wrath of the God of Thunder, bringing the calls of impending death!

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

Accompanied by the thunder of heaven and earth, eight round stone bullets are ejected from the golden copper beast’s mouth, with unstoppable force, smashing into the stubbornly defended head of Tree Snake City. The eight or nine-meter high walls have long been stained with blood, everywhere are the solidified dark red flesh and the scorch marks from flames.

"Cloud Serpent bless me!"

Seeing the stone bullets approaching, the brave Cloud Serpent Hunter has no choice but to crouch down immediately to avoid, praying anxiously to the God of the Hunt. Although these stone bullets are few in number, they carry immense force, and once they hit the defending army at the city head, they bring inevitable death! Even the bravest Tlaxcalan warriors cannot resist them in the slightest!

Just a few moments later, the heavy stone bullets shoot fiercely. The large shields and wooden boards erected at the city head are instantly broken, followed by wailing cries that don’t sound human!

"Ah!... Ugh! ... Crash..."

The stone bullets shatter the wooden shields, countless shattered wood pieces fly backward, like blades, cutting through the exposed bodies of the militia, bursting forth with a mist of blood. Facing the Mexica’s divine weapon, dozens of militias around are horrified, desperately fleeing to the sides, even jumping off the city head.

The overseer Tlaxcalan warriors wear a gloomy expression, and the war club comes down, killing the fleeing militia. Then, more numb-eyed moth citizens are driven forth, filling the battle lines at the city head. After days of hellish fighting, the Tlaxcalan nobility have long understood that the copper beast’s bombardment is only the prelude to a siege, followed by overwhelming arrow suppression and increasingly fierce ant-like storming of the city!

"Thump, thump thump!..."

The intense war drums drum loudly, and the Mexica legions on all sides begin to move. The city head’s Tlahtolli looks for a moment, then tightens his lips and grips the longbow firmly.

"Damn Mexica, disregarding any casualties and attacking from all sides again! How can the noble lives of warriors be consumed like mere fodder?"

"Thump thump thump!..."

"Chief Divine bless! Fight for the King!"

Two thousand Mexica longbowmen of the Royal Longbow Legion shout in unison, divided into four teams of five hundred each, advancing close to the four walls under the cover of two thousand great shield warriors. These royal elites are clad in cloth medium armor, wearing bronze helmets, and run with small steps, keeping their heads down, until they reach fifty paces from the city wall and shoot arrows towards the city head.

"Swish swish swish!..."

The rain of arrows from the city head whistles first from above. Thousands of Tlaxcalan bone arrows shoot like dark clouds, hitting the wooden shields of the great shield warriors, making a series of muffled "tok tok" sounds. Among the muffled sounds, there’s also the clinking of metal collisions.

Among the Tlaxcalans in Tree Snake City, there are clearly many elite hunters. They can accurately shoot through the gaps in wooden shields, hitting vital spots on the head and chest. Unfortunately, facing opponents covered in copper armor, the damage hunters can inflict is very limited.

Tlahtolli squints, aiming for a while before fitting a precious copper arrow, and shoots.

"Swish!"

A Mexica Royal Family archer suddenly pauses, the greatbow in his hands drops weakly. He struggles to reach out, trying to touch the pain in his neck, but loses all strength, leaning softly to the ground, soon without breath.

"Phew!"

Tlahtolli exhales deeply, quickly glances twice, and immediately lowers his figure, hiding behind the erected wooden planks. In the entire Tree Snake City, there are few Tlaxcalan warriors skilled enough in archery to injure copper-armored archers. This round of carefully prepared feathered arrows only caused the death of a dozen, while the retaliatory rain of arrows from the enemy is imminent and fiercer!

"Swish swish swish!..."

The copper-armored archers continue without pause, enduring the enemy’s rain of arrows, firing their bows at the city head in unison! Sharp copper arrows bring the call of the God of Death, sweeping over the densely packed city head, immediately causing the deaths of dozens of militia. These defending militia have no armor, at most they wear cloth clothes. Without the cover of the wooden shields at the city head, they are the best targets.

"Thump thump thump!..."

Above and below the city head, archers exchange fire, mutally suppressing each other. The arrows are rapidly consumed, and the archers’ stamina quickly drains, reducing the frequency of their shooting. Meanwhile, the war drums beating in the Mexica legion grow increasingly urgent.

"With the Chief Divine’s protection, the entire army attacks!"

King Aweit stood on the small hill southeast of Cloud Serpent City, personally waving down the command banner. In just a moment, four Mexica legions launched assaults on the city from the east, west, south, and north.

"With the Chief Divine’s protection! Sacrifice for the elders, fight for the king!"

Outside the East City, two thousand copper-armored warriors of the Royal Legion carried tall ladders and were the first to attack. They were the true elite of the alliance, seasoned by many battles, their expressions steady. At this moment, they wore sturdy bronze armor, their steps unhurried, advancing under the Tree Snake City.

"With the Chief Divine’s protection! Blood sacrifice to Tree Snake City, avenge the legion commander!"

Outside the South City, the Tzompantli Legion, with eight hundred warriors and a thousand militia, charged towards Tree Snake City fueled by the flames of revenge. Leading the vanguard was the tall and stout Texiwhit, resembling a North American bison in charge, his eyes red with fury, his intent to kill blazing like a fierce fire!

Respected Family Head Xochitl was treacherously shot dead in a night attack by the despicable Telascallans. The remaining few hundred Tzompantli trusted aides, awakening from their sorrow, were left with only one thought: storm the city and avenge the family head at all costs!

"With the Chief Divine’s protection! Destroy the Telascalan nemesis in this battle!"

Assaulting the North City was Xintle’s Reed Legion. The Reed Legion from Totonilco State had been fighting the Telascallans for years and were similarly attired. Over a thousand Reed warriors wore cotton armor and vine hats, carrying bows and arrows, while an equal number of militia carried ladders, crossing the filled stream to approach the towering city walls. To eliminate the eastern nemesis threatening the city-state, the Reed Legion spared no expense, with all elite warriors deployed.

"With the Chief Divine’s protection! Offer a bloody sacrifice for the immortal Sun!"

Lastly, in charge of the West City was Pachjo’s Gorge Gold Legion. Under the king’s stern supervision, they deployed eight hundred warriors and a thousand militia as the first wave to storm the city.

"Damn Mexica! The siege has just begun today, yet they’ve already deployed over ten thousand warriors and militia!"

Ocote, Lord of Tree Snake City, worriedly muttered a silent prayer. Dressed in Chinese clothes, he stood on the thirty-meter-high twin pyramid, viewing the battlefield of the four cities in full swing.

On the fields outside the city, Mexica legion banners were everywhere; alliance warriors in dark green abounded. Lightning boomed in the sky, copper beast roared on the ground, feathered arrows crisscrossed into clouds, while ladders attacked like giant beasts, as if heralding the end of days!

Since that victorious night raid, over ten days had passed. Ten days ago, the Mexica Royal Banner came from the northeast mountain pass, leading tens of thousands of Mexica legions. Like the tides of the Eastern Great Lake, they surged to the base of Tree Snake City, enveloping the entire city in relentless attacks.

Under the Mexica King’s strict orders, every alliance legion acted like madmen, disregarding their own losses. They drove laboring militia to fill moats and dispatched elite warriors, swarming the city walls daily without ceasing! The siege of Tree Snake City reached a fierce and brutal climax in just ten days!

The merciless slaughter continued day and night, the vanishing of souls unending. Noble nobles and warriors, like autumn leaves drifting away, trailed red and death as they painted the heights of the city walls.

To Ocote, the ruthless siege was like a grinding stone of flesh and blood, grinding thousands of living beings into a continuous spill of blood. Thousands of collapsed bodies accumulated at the foot of Tree Snake City, nearly lowering the tall city walls by a meter.

"Oh supreme Cloud Serpent! Please bless your citizens and bring down a torrential rain, protect the sacred Snake City, and let it survive under evil slaughter!"

Ocote looked toward the sky, yearning for rain to fall. Then, he turned to the Mexica Royal Banner to the southeast, seeing the "Evil Spirit Commander" emblem waving in the wind as if symbolizing death. At this moment, he devoutly prayed to the God of the Hunt, seeking the blessed protection of the Supreme God. For apart from divine intervention and rain, he had no other hope left.

"Today’s siege will be an all-out assault! Do not stop the copper cannon bombardment, do not cease the archers’ suppression! Use all gunpowder and arrows in this battle!"

Aweit stood firm under the Royal Banner, eyes blazing, staring at the pyramid temple in Tree Snake City. In the Mexica belief, only by burning the temples of enemy city-states and sacrificing the esteemed Divine Descendants of the enemy could conquest be considered complete!

"Before the rain arrives, I must take this city!"

The king’s expression was cold as he glanced at the ominous clouds in the east. It was early July now, with at most two or three days before rains hindering the siege would arrive. And in over ten days, when the rainy season peaked in late July, the rain would flood the Trascal Basin. Time was running short for the alliance.

In the area of the three Snake Cities, his northern main forces comprised seven legions in total. Izel’s Mountain Legion was the first to pledge loyalty to the king and captured the Lord of Feathered Serpent City, hence granted special treatment to guard the northern Cloud Serpent City. Meanwhile, his trusted General "Floral Carving" led a Royal Legion and over ten thousand militia to guard the northeastern White Snake City, maintaining the rear’s supply line.

Apart from this, the remaining five legions, totaling over thirty thousand troops, gathered entirely under Tree Snake City. At this moment, accounting for the protective shooting of the Longbow Legion, five alliance legions, numbering over ten thousand warriors and militia, simultaneously launched attacks outside the four cities. And behind the over ten thousand vanguard, there was a rotating second formation of ten thousand troops, even a reserve third formation, truly an all-out force!

Recollecting for a moment, Aweit remained firm as jade, calmly scanning the battlefield before him.

In the fierce rain of arrows and hurled stones, ladders gradually reached the city head. And thousands of Mexica warriors, like ants, wielded weapons, climbing towards the city head with all their might. Constantly, warriors from both sides grappled and fell from the walls together, journeying to the Divine Kingdom.

"Scaling the city with ant-like resolve relies on courage and determination!"

Under devout faith and the opportunity for military advancement, Mexica warriors were full of courage for slaughter. In defending their homeland, the Telascalans were also filled with resolve. Both sides clashed, giving no inch, creating a bloody grindstone, brutally intense!