Chapter 234 The Red Road

"Qinchong Can City. This great royal capital has stood for more than ten generations and has never fallen. But now it has."

Puap stood blankly by the city gate, like an expressionless pottery sculpture, feeling at a loss in his heart.

He watched the large groups of Mexica warriors, lined up in neat lines, entering through the open city gate. There were layers of dark green figures, boiling with bold killing intent, like an unstoppable torrent. In this deep night, thousands of "torrents" held high dazzling torches, as if they were going to burn everything in sight!

The bright firelight was so eye-catching that it lit up the southern sky. The piercing bone whistle sounded in the city instantly, and the militia camp not far away began to become noisy.

The Mexica warriors surged forward and soon encountered spontaneous resistance from the militiamen. Under the blows of the war stick, this resistance was so weak that it was quickly submerged by the ruthless tide. The shrill screams kept ringing in the street ahead, accompanied by the sound of weapons clashing, leaving bright red marks on the ground. At this moment, this magnificent and quiet capital suddenly woke up like a dying white deer and burst out with its last cry!

"It's all because of me."

A strange feeling arose in the heart of the gray earth warrior. It seems that suddenly, he is no longer just a weed in the war, but has become so tall, so important, capable of deciding everything, just like the sacred cocoa.

"Necali, who is the spy?"

A loud shout suddenly woke Puap up, shattering his short-lived dream and making him fall into the dust of the times again.

When the gray earth warrior heard the news, he saw not far away, a young warrior with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, running quickly from the city gate with a long bow on his back and a war stick in his hand. Then, the Mexica captain in front of him saluted respectfully and pointed in his direction. The young warrior suddenly turned around, revealing a pair of cold eyes, and walked over with awe-inspiring power. This appearance looks somewhat familiar.

"Hurry! Take us to the Palace of Winds!"

With murderous intent in his eyes, Toltec looked at Puap with disdain, then grabbed the opponent's lapel and shouted loudly.

"Lead the way! I, the black wolf Toltec, will make the first contribution! Haha, the marshal is mine, the king is mine, and the chief of Tarasco is also mine!"

Hearing this unforgettable voice, the old militiaman next to him lowered his head in fear, and the nightmare outside the city came to his mind. This is the "Black Wolf Warrior" who has fought before! There was also fear in Puap's eyes. He responded in a low voice and silently led the way with his brothers. Toltec shouted loudly, and a thousand Mexica vanguard troops followed closely, holding high torches.

Qinchongcan City has a long history and a vast area. It is also well-ordered and hierarchical, bearing the traces of a slave-owning society. From the solid bluestone city walls to the centerpiece "House of Winds" Yakata, the capital can be clearly divided into four areas of different levels.

The outermost layer is the civilian area covering more than 60% of the area. At this time, there are more than 50,000 villagers, city residents and slaves living there. This is the bottom floor of the royal capital, where the main force of the conscripted militia and Tekos barbarians are also stationed.

The roads in civilian areas are complicated, but Puap is familiar with the roads without any thinking when walking. He has lived in the royal capital for thirty years and spent most of his time hanging out in this area. The roads here are only a few people wide, and are lined with low and dense huts. Looking around, the large huts were almost completely dark, without any lights. Only the occasional suppressed cries of children could be heard, followed by the frightened curses of adults.

Toltec raised his shield vigilantly and observed the surrounding environment. The marching torch never stops and moves forward. The road becomes wider as you go towards the center of the city. In the large and simple civilian communities, some tall and connected stone houses began to appear, and bonfires were lit between the houses.

Puap knew that it was the residence of civilian warrior families and small merchants in the capital, and now there were also large groups of scattered barbarians and militiamen stationed there. As the war progressed, the Tekos people became more and more unruly. In order to control the large number of tribesmen, the chief used both kindness and power to appease them, and at the same time deliberately dispersed them into tribal units, and stationed militiamen nearby to barely maintain the balance of the capital.

"There are two stations ahead. One has 200 militiamen, and the other has 500 barbarians."

The gray earth warrior reminded carefully. Toltec glanced at it and nodded casually without stopping.

Soon, hundreds of conscripted militiamen appeared on the streets. They looked at the large group of Mexica legions coming and waved their spears in panic, trying to set up a gun formation.

Toltec roared and rushed directly into it with dozens of personal guards! He wielded his war stick fiercely, easily killing the chaotic militiamen, and occasionally let out a terrifying roar. In just a few dozen breaths, the militiamen were defeated by the ferocious impact! They discarded their weapons, turned around and fled, crowding each other in panic shouts, and then being overtaken by the powerful warriors, they fell to the ground like thatch.

Amid the increasingly faint screams, Chihuaco looked calm and walked forward with bare feet. Blood covered the narrow road and soaked the instep of his feet, which felt warm and slippery. So, he stopped and slowly looked down.

Under the flickering firelight, there were dying capital militiamen and cold corpses of villagers everywhere, and the road under his feet had turned bright red. The old militiaman paused for a moment, tightened the spear in his hand, and continued to move forward.

Not far from the militia station, there is a spacious compound. At this time, the courtyard was in a commotion, obviously disturbed by the fierce fighting. Led by a tribal leader, dozens of Tecos tribesmen rushed out of the yard with disheveled hair and faced the oncoming Mexica Legion head-on!

Toltec roared again. He gripped the bloody war stick tightly and rushed forward ferociously, smashing the nearest enemies to death one after another.

The tribal leader's eyes widened, looking at the elite warriors filling the streets and the dark green leather armor on the warriors, and his mouth opened wide in horror. Then, when he saw the unstoppable black wolf approaching quickly, he suddenly jumped up, turned around and ran away, shouting urgently.

"Surrender! Surrender! The obedient people of Huoshan are willing to surrender to the powerful Eastern Chief!"

"Black Wolf Warriors, they are willing to surrender!"

Hearing the cry of the Tecos, Puap hurriedly chased after Toltec, shouting and interpreting.

Toltec stopped and frowned slightly. He looked at the tribal leader, who had already fled into the courtyard, accompanied by hundreds of tribal militiamen.

"Separate twenty people, guard the door, and hand them over to the reinforcements behind. Other warriors, keep moving forward!"

The vanguard legion moved forward again, more and more warriors lined up side by side, and the buildings on both sides were no longer gray. There are sometimes some squares between the buildings, and further away is a fortress-like mansion.

Puap pursed his lips. This was the area for high-level warriors and craftsmen, as well as where his family was located. The square between the buildings can hold daily gatherings and often carry out community trade. The fortress-like mansion is the official craftsman center, where thousands of lifelong craftsmen are closely supervised. They obeyed the royal family's orders and produced a large number of weapons and equipment, which was an important source of combat power for the defenders!

After several battles, the warriors in the royal capital were severely damaged, with only one out of ten remaining. This area was therefore the emptiest, and the vanguard passed through here without encountering any decent resistance. Toltec glanced at the huge craftsman center from a distance, smacked his lips in regret, and continued to move forward.

Soon, the main road of bluestone appeared at the feet of everyone, with many fire lights flashing not far away. A group of Tarasco warriors rushed over, but before they could form a spear formation, they were killed by the brave black wolf. Toltec launched a swift attack, killing the leading samurai captain with several blows. He was as brave as a ferocious beast! The vanguard warriors from behind immediately surged up, and after a burst of miserable howls, the main road was stained red with blood.

Chihuaco clenched the spear in his hand, followed closely in the footsteps of the Mexican vanguard, and stepped through the bloody battlefield. The red footprints extended forward, and the vision on both sides suddenly widened. The old militiaman carefully looked at the unfamiliar situations along the way with concern, and couldn't help but marvel.

"This, this is where the great nobleman lives! Huh? There are stones everywhere, and you can't even see the thatch roof."

This place is already a large aristocratic area in the center of the city, and civilians are not allowed to enter on weekdays, including ordinary civilian warriors. Under the illumination of the fire, the old militiaman looked around. In the distance was a solid white stone house, in the distance was a beautiful well garden, and on both sides were tall pine and cypress trees. The sight was dazzling and longing in the heart.

The nobles in the city have been alarmed by the incident. They quickly summoned the nearby private soldiers and guards, and soon figures of people swayed between the gardens and houses, flashing with cold light. There are about a thousand people in the noble private army in this area, and they are in the hands of dozens of nobles, big and small. Under the suppression of the chief, the nobles had no chance to gather. Faced with sudden changes at this time, they could only stick to their homes and work nervously on their own.

Toltec jumped and easily dodged the incoming bronze spear. Then, he suddenly made a side attack and killed the nobleman of Tarasco who was rushing forward. The guards on both sides clashed with each other, slashing and slashing, and a private army of nobles blocking the way was wiped out. Hei Lang looked around and saw the noble private troops who were on the defensive further away. He waved his hand forward and took the lead in attacking!

Guidance is no longer needed at this point. The vanguard regiment followed the obvious main road, ignoring the scattered enemies nearby, and quickly rushed to a thirty-meter-high palace. Brilliant lights lit up and down the palace, bringing light all night long. The exquisite attic stood in the sky, like the residence of the descendants of gods on earth. This is the last palace and temple area, the Palace of the Winds of Tarasco!

Black Wolf looked up and frowned deeply. The masonry foundation in front is several meters long, and the tall steps go up one after another, holding up a majestic and solid wood and stone palace. There are stacks of wooden pavilions above the palace, surrounded by many solid stone buildings. Hundreds of Tarascan warriors were pouring out of the palace, many wearing hummingbird leather armor. These loyal family warriors wielded shields and spears and formed formations at high locations. Then, someone took out a long bow!

"Boohoo!"

A ruthless rain of arrows came, accompanied by the harsh sound of wind, and then shot into the leather armor with a "puff". A scream suddenly sounded around Toltec, and a dozen Mexica warriors instantly turned over and fell. Black Wolf's pupils suddenly shrank, he rolled sideways nimbly, and hid in the surrounding houses. He leaned against the wall and observed carefully, and then he saw hundreds of elite archers, squatting on the top of the stone building and shooting arrows!

"Damn it, why did the enemies gather so fast?! The front group raised their shields and charged, and the back group dispersed and fired! Then separate two groups of warriors and outflank them from both sides!"

Toltec waved a small flag and shouted orders. Then, he took off the longbow from his back, just took a slight aim, and shot an arrow like lightning!

"middle!"

"Ah!" An archer let out a short scream, then fell from the top of the stone building, and then hit the ground with a "bang", and the scream stopped abruptly.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The Tarasco warriors in front of the palace also began to shoot arrows together. More arrows shot from high above, with a cross angle, knocking down dozens of vanguards in the front. A moment later, the warriors in the back also shot back a rain of arrows. More than a dozen figures fell from the high attic in an instant, bursting into a group of dazzling red.

Soon, more than 300 vanguard warriors rushed up the stone steps with shields. They roared and swung their war sticks, fighting with the blocking Tarasco spear formation, and fell down from time to time. At this moment, in front of the magnificent Palace of Wind, the arrows were intertwined and fierce, the weapons were fiercely clashing, and the breath of death was everywhere!

Behind the Mexica warriors, the gray soil Puapu leaned down and carefully hid beside a house. He looked at the fierce fighting in the palace from afar, and his heart was full of complexities.

As a trusted confidant of the chief, he had been to the Palace of Wind many times and had a thorough understanding of the situation here. He certainly knew that the main force of loyal warriors gathered here, ready to suppress the nobles in the city at any time. He also knew that there were elite archers arranged in the stone buildings on both sides, and there was an emergency passage at the back wall of the palace. He also knew that the chief minister of Hummingbird was in the highest attic, and the heir to the royal family was next to the chief!

Puapu buried all these important information in his heart. He didn't want to tell the Black Wolf Warrior, nor did he tell anyone else, except

In the whistling rain of arrows, the old militiaman Chiwako carefully raised his shield and groped cautiously along the shadow of the wall. Behind him were a dozen trusted militiamen, all wearing Hummingbird leather armor and holding sharp copper spears.

"Master, are you ready? As I said before, it's time to go."

"Huh"

Puapu exhaled heavily and took a deep breath of the sweet and fishy wind. At this moment, his eyes flashed with a strange light, like a dog turning into a wolf.

"Let's go. May the Lord bless you."

"Okay. May the Lord bless you."

Chivako's old face was smiling, and his feet were bright red. His low prayers flew in the air, as dark as the night.