Chapter 286 Entering the City, Crisis!
The cold days have passed, but the rainy season has not yet arrived. Below the mountain city of Ottopan, there is a brilliant spring scene. Bright flowers bloom in the sun, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeates the warm wind, making people feel relaxed. Colorful butterflies dance on the flowers, and spiritual hummingbirds leap among the trees, attracting distant gazes.
Xiuluot stood on a hill in the military camp. He looked at the warm spring scenery not far away, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The breeze was gentle, and a melodious bird song came from the air, like a moving melody. He looked up and saw flocks of song sparrows flying over the mountain city.
It is now April, the day for North American song sparrows to migrate. These small gray and white birds will migrate north from tropical and subtropical jungles all the way to the seashore of the temperate continent. However, this year, due to the cold wave, they were forced to stay here, flying and singing every day, not knowing the dangers of the future.
Song sparrows are natural singers, capable of singing ten different tones with repetitive melodies and vibratos. Their chirping is extremely vivid and memorable, and they also symbolize beauty and luck in the culture of Central America.
"What an auspicious day blessed by the gods!"
Looking at the singing song sparrows, a sincere smile appeared on the king's face. He wore a set of solid bronze armor, an exquisite priest robe, a bronze helmet that half-covered his face, and several three-color long feathers on his head, which shone brightly in the sun. Dressed like this, he looked particularly majestic and heroic.
"Your Highness, the guide of Ottopan has arrived at the camp. Five hundred personal soldiers have lined up and are ready to set off at any time!"
Bertard, wearing a medium armor, stepped forward and reported in a deep voice.
Shulot nodded. He waved his hand and called Balda who stayed in the camp.
"Balda, get ready! Everything is in accordance with my previous instructions, waiting for the message at any time!"
"I will strictly follow your orders! Your Highness, you can go with peace of mind!"
Balda saluted respectfully. Hearing this, Shulot raised his eyebrows and looked at Toltec in front of the imperial army again. Black Wolf, wearing heavy armor, strode with his head held high, saluted the king from a distance, and made a gesture of being ready. The king smiled and gave an order in a deep voice.
"Ters, hold up the royal flag! Bertard, let's go!"
Five hundred imperial guards formed a tight formation, guarding the royal flag in the middle of Black Wolf, and marched towards the Ottopan Mountain City in front. Among the five hundred imperial guards on this trip, two hundred were jaguar warriors wearing heavy bronze armor, and three hundred were longbow imperial guards wearing medium armor. They were all high-level warriors selected from the imperial guards. Once they formed a formation, they could hold on for a long time among thousands of troops.
Along the way, the guards were silent. The only sounds on the way were the clang of armor and the sound of neat and coordinated footsteps. In just half an hour, the king arrived at the foot of the terrace where the mountain city was located.
He looked up and saw that the terrace was forty or fifty meters high, occupying a steep terrain and located at the high point of the hills. The mountain road along the way was steep and upward, with large tracts of trees and stones scattered up and down, blocking the way for the large team to climb, forming a natural defense barrier. Only a few mountain roads facing the city gate could smoothly move upward.
Above the terrace was a winding stone wall. The wall was five meters high, and thousands of Ottopan warriors and militiamen were stationed on the top of the wall with weapons in hand. These defenders had piles of stones, wood blocks and ash bottles in their hands, and even hundreds of imitation Mexica longbows.
Under the guidance of the messenger, everyone climbed slowly and was soon exposed to the attack range of the city head. As the Mexica wolf flag approached, a commotion suddenly broke out on the top of the city, and there were many noisy discussions. A group of Otomi warriors shouted loudly, and even took out bows and javelins.
Black Wolf Toltec walked in front with heavy armor and long bow. He looked up and looked at the defense of the mountain city. His forehead was slightly sweaty, and he couldn't help but clenched the bone whistle around his neck. No matter how heavy the armor he wore, facing the rolling stones falling from dozens of meters high, the result would be no different.
Fortunately, the chaotic and dangerous noise did not last too long. Several white-robed priests soon came to appease, and the Otomi warriors on the top of the city gradually calmed down. They looked at the leading messenger, the team under the city, and the approaching wolf flag with complicated expressions, not knowing what to say.
Soon, Toltec panted slightly and stood under the city wall. He was wearing more than 40 kilograms of heavy armor, facing the pressure of the city, and leading the way all the way. He was indeed a little tired at this time. Black Wolf rested for a few breaths, looked at the warriors on the top of the city for a moment, and then remembered his duty and returned to Xiu Luote.
"Your Highness, if you are fully equipped and maintain your physical strength to climb from the foot of the mountain to the top, it will take at least a quarter of an hour. This quarter of an hour is within the attack range of the city head!"
Xuluot nodded calmly. The young king was shining with golden light, like a majestic messenger of God, standing solemnly outside the city gate. After a while, the heavy wooden door opened slowly with a "bang". Then, five hundred soldiers entered in a line, and the king's flag was held flat through the city gate and stood high in the mountain city. Seeing this scene, the defenders on the city wall suddenly let out a noisy low cry.
"May the original god bless you!"
"It's the Mexica!"
"Your Highness of the Mexica has entered the city!"
"The God-inspired One from the South!"
"Your Highness, you are the only alien army to enter the mountain city in two hundred years."
The old priest Ort stood at the gate of the city, personally welcoming the king. He wore the black and white priest robes of the Chaos Priest, with a high priest feather crown on his head, and his demeanor was calm and solemn. He was surrounded by low-level priests and guarded by temple warriors. In this mountain city, the old priest was one of the two people with the highest status.
"Such a magnificent city, as long as it is properly defended and everyone is united, it is indeed beyond human power to conquer!"
Xuluot calmly looked at the defenders in the city and praised with a smile. The number of Otomi militia in the mountain city is huge, estimated to be more than 10,000. Although they are dressed in simple clothes and have thin bodies, their expressions are not numb, and there is a spirit of guarding their homes in their eyes. Such troops may be vulnerable when going out on expeditions, but they are particularly tough when stationed at home.
"Your Highness, the native dogs are attached to their homes and will never go out to hurt people. The wish of us Otomi people is just to stay in our homes and live a peaceful life."
"Priest Ort, the general trend of the world is like a long river rolling forward! The various tribes in the world are fighting each other, so how can there be any peace? Look, this time the dog tribe invaded the south, isn't it just a matter of death if they don't fight?"
". What your Highness said is naturally very reasonable. I only hope that the gods will bless and let the sacred Coco continue."
"The gods will listen to the king's wishes. The one who will bless Coco is the king of the world!"
The two looked at each other for a moment and talked in a low voice, with some inexplicable feelings in their words. The five hundred guards' bronze armor shone around the king, revealing an indestructible power. Ort's eyes flashed, and he looked at these expensive and sturdy cloth-covered bronze armors. He sighed softly in his heart and continued to look at the king.
The tacit communication did not last long, and was soon interrupted by a burst of hurried voices. Hundreds of fully armed Otomi warriors, surrounded by a dozen high-ranking priests, rushed from the center of the mountain city in a hurry. The leading Chaos Priest Saka roared angrily as soon as he was within a hundred steps.
"Ort, you dare to let the Mexica into the city!"
"Priest Saka, His Highness Shulot is a friend of the Otomi people and the elder brother of General Giova. It is an honor for the city of Otopen that he comes to attend today's tribal meeting!"
"Bah! Ort, you have been bewitched by the evil god and betrayed the gods of chaos!"
Saka strode forward without stopping, and soon came to a place twenty steps away from everyone. He was about fifty years old, with high cheekbones, thick black hair, and a sturdy and powerful body. He was obviously stronger and younger than the old priest.
"Saka, paranoia has blinded your eyes! The newly born Lake Kingdom in the south is an ally of our Ottopan city-state!"
The old priest straightened his back and roared, like an old and tough marmot.
Saka came closer and did not continue to argue with the old priest. His eyes were fierce, like a jackal. He first glanced at the king under the wolf flag, and saw hundreds of armored and murderous Mexica warriors, and his pupils shrank immediately. The Chaos Priest immediately stopped vigilantly and put himself under the protection of the temple warriors. He paused for a few breaths, then looked at the large group of Ottomi warriors on the left and right walls, and shouted loudly.
"Otopen warriors! The Mexica are our Otopen enemies! A few years ago, they besieged the mountain city, slaughtered the villages of the three states, and countless people of the original god were sent to the altar, and the blood soaked the earth red! They also robbed food and burned farmland, and the continuous famine continues to this day! Even this time, the large-scale southward movement of the dog descendants is inseparable from the Mexica! The Mexica robbed our wealth, killed our relatives and friends, and destroyed our lives. Now, they want to interfere in the tribal meeting of the Otopen Alliance and completely turn the Otopen people into slaves!"
Saka's loud voice echoed up and down the city wall and reached the ears of thousands of Otopen warriors. The leaders of various tribes were attending the tribal meeting in the center of the mountain city, and most of the garrisons were ordinary low-level warriors. Hearing such inspiring words, the low-level warriors felt the same and gradually became noisy.
Seeing this dangerous omen, Ort widened his eyes. He rushed forward, grabbed Saka's clothes angrily, and shouted angrily.
"Gods be above! Saka, your words are full of lies! The one who fought with us several years ago was King Tisok, who is dead! His Highness Shulot has never been an enemy of us Otomis! On the contrary, the life-saving food in the mountain city during the famine came from his gift! He is our friend!"
"Ort, you are old! In the past few years, under your leadership, we Otomis are like field mice in a cave, hiding here and there, and being slaughtered! The city of Xilotepec was lost, the legion went to the south to work for the Mexica in vain, and now even the state of Pams has been occupied by the dog descendants! You have lost your courage and the blessing of the gods, and you are no longer worthy of leading the Otomis!"
Saka suddenly roared. He pushed the old Ort away, pointed his finger at the king in front of the city gate, and shouted loudly.
"The original god protects us! Warriors of Otopan, let the Mexica see how powerful we are! Go, attack boldly, capture the Mexica prince, and make them hand over their weapons, property, food and land!"
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