Chapter 543: The Battle Between Night and Fire

Dawn is approaching, the moon is setting in the west, and the sun has not yet risen, which is the darkest time of the day. Torches are lit on the top of the Tree Snake City, and bonfires are lit outside the Mexica camp. Between the two flames are the Tree Snake warriors running in the shadows.

Travito, holding a war stick, stepped on the shadows of the night, led 500 elite soldiers, and ran all the way quickly! They have been preparing for a long time, and the speed of running is so fast. In just a moment, everyone is within 200 steps outside the camp.

"Ding!.Ding!"

At this distance, the firelight of the Mexica camp was projected, and the raiding team could no longer hide. The patrolling Mexica warrior team was shocked and immediately blew the warning conch. The shrill sound of the conch echoed in the night sky, waking up all the sleeping warriors and militia from their dreams and falling into a real nightmare.

"Go!"

Travito pointed his war stick, and a team of 20 people was separated to attack and kill the patrol warriors who gave the warning. Then, the brave Cloud Snake Hunter did not stop and arrived in front of the camp of the Mexica Legion in an instant.

At the outermost edge of the legion camp, there was only a circle of crude fences and a camp gate with a war flag. Further back, there were open-air straw huts of the city-state militia. Hearing the warning conch shells, the camp had begun to make noise. Under the firelight in front of the camp gate, the Mexica warriors guarding the gate cheered up and quickly assembled. Their faces were full of tension and fatigue, but they skillfully raised their spears in their hands without thinking.

Travito glanced at the Mexica warriors at the camp gate and did not choose to rush in. The Mexica people had camped outside the Tree Snake City not long ago, and the outer fences were hastily built by the militia. They looked like a circle, but in fact there were flaws everywhere. He ran around the camp for dozens of meters and found a rough wooden fence. Then, he shouted and ordered the guards on both sides.

"Bring the copper axe, break the fence!"

Two strong tree snake warriors immediately raised their axes, ran out quickly, and chopped the wooden fence with force. The other warriors took out sisal ropes, tied them to the wooden stakes of the pillars, and dragged them back with all their strength. In just a dozen breaths, the crude wooden fence was shaky.

"What a sharp and solid axe! In the past few years, the weapons of the Mexica people have become more and more sophisticated, much better than ours! Although the warriors of the Cloud Snake are brave, how much blood will be shed to make up for such a gap? "

Travito sighed with a complicated expression. Then, he pursed his lips, full of murderous intent, and waited silently.

The Tlaxcala Valley and the Mexica Valley are actually very close to each other, but they are separated by continuous and towering mountains, and they are separated by the east and west of the sacred mountain. There are many mountain trails. Although they cannot pass large armies, they are used by smuggling merchants. These sharp bronze axes were purchased by the nobles of Tree Snake City from the smugglers of the Alliance at a high price, and the quantity was very small.

As for why the controlled materials used by the Alliance army appeared in the hands of smugglers? . It can only be said that no matter in which era, the reselling of military supplies will always exist. Severe punishment and sacrifice to the Lord God can minimize such corruption, but it cannot be completely avoided.

"Duh! Duh! Bang!"

The harsh sound of wooden stakes breaking suddenly sounded! The crude fence could not withstand the chopping and dragging, and finally broke open. In the dim night, Travito looked behind the fence, and the panicked city-state militia showed a fierce smile like a wolf.

"Follow me, kill in! Cloud Snake bless us!"

"Cloud Snake bless! Kill!"

Travito waved his war stick, jumped into the gap, and killed a young and strong militia in two strokes. Five hundred Tree Snake warriors let out a chaotic roar, and like a pack of wolves, they rushed into the gap.

Those who could participate in the night attack were all elite warriors of Tlaxcala. They were skilled in fighting, slashing and hacking, attacking the city-state militia who had just woken up and fled in fear, like a tiger in a flock of chickens. After a while, someone picked up the burning firewood from the campfire and set fire to the outer camp without hesitation!

Soon, a large area of ​​​​flame was blazing, accompanied by shrill screams. Figures in armor swayed in front of the fire, slaughtering the militia fiercely and cruelly. This fierce night attack was extremely accurate in timing, which was completely beyond the expectations of the Sourwood Legion!

The entire vast outer camp was in complete chaos. And the dangerous chaos was spreading inward in circles, like a stone thrown into a pond, splashing bloody waves.

"Ah! Enemies! Tlaxcalans!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Run!"

"Don't run! Kill them! Ugh. Ho-ho!"

Travito panted, lowered his bloody war stick, and blood dripped down. A militia leader from a Mexica village fell at his feet with blood gushing from his neck, soaking his shoes.

Behind him were dozens of fallen corpses and blazing flames. In front of him, dozens of half-dressed city-state militiamen were fleeing in panic like terrified turkeys, even discarding all their weapons.

"Haha! Although there are thousands of Mexica militiamen on the periphery, they are vulnerable!"

Travito looked around, his eyes fierce and sharp, with a smile on his lips. In just a quarter of an hour or two, he had killed ten people in a row, and was about to kill all the militiamen in the outer camp and come to the warrior camp inside. After the city-state militia was dispersed, most of them fled in all directions, but did not attack the inner warrior camp.

"The thousands of sourwood warriors in the inner layer are the target of this night attack!"

The Cloud Snake Hunter looked serious, looked for a moment, and then waved his war stick and continued to kill towards the inner layer.

The inner warrior camp was obviously much more strict. Tents and straw huts were scattered at intervals, and flags of city-state nobles fluttered in front of the tents. Some of the warriors of each family were defeated in the night attack, while others moved closer to their own nobles, forming noble war groups of varying numbers.

"Swish!"

Travito slashed fiercely, breaking the cotton armor of the noble in front of him, cutting out terrible wounds and spurting out splashing warmth. A middle-aged Mexican noble died under the red tree flag inherited by his family! Then, Travito threw away the sharp and worn war stick, stretched out his hands, grasped the other party's blood-stained family flag, and folded it hard.

"Crack! Bang!"

The red tree flag fell into a pool of blood, dyed even more bright red. A hereditary noble with dozens of warriors was eliminated in the cruel night attack, and more than a dozen elite tree snake warriors were also killed. Travito took off the longbow behind him, put a short axe and arrows on his waist, and rested for a while. He panted heavily, recovering his rapidly depleted strength, and squinted his eyes to observe the battle situation around him.

After a few moments of fighting, the Mexica militia completely collapsed, but the warriors gradually recovered from the chaos. They organized themselves into small teams nearby and fought with the sudden attacking tree snake warriors. The two sides slashed at each other, fighting in close combat, and life and death depended on a single blow. From time to time, warriors howled in pain or died silently. And around him, most of the five hundred tree snake warriors scattered, and it was unknown how many were lost, leaving only more than a hundred people still following.

"There is a separation of dozens of meters between the outer and inner layers of the Mexica camp. The fire on the outer layer cannot burn into the inner layer for a while."

Travito frowned and thought secretly. He looked at the fiercely fighting camp in the light of the burning fire, looking for a truly valuable target.

"The militia is like leaves, they can never be killed. The warriors are like branches, it's very difficult to break them. The real honor and key is the trunk of the core pillar, the glorious noble who commands the legion, the leader of the Mexica people! He is there!"

The Cloud Snake Hunter looked for a moment and finally found the highest flag! The location of the flag is behind the center of the camp, only two hundred steps away from here. Hundreds of elite sourwood warriors are rushing from the surrounding tents and hurriedly gathering under the big flag.

"Cloud snake blessing! Tree snake warriors, follow me to kill and dedicate the Mexica commander to the supreme gods!"

Travito roared, holding a longbow in one hand and waving a copper axe in the other, rushing fiercely.

"Cloud snake blessing, dedicate to the gods!"

The surrounding tree snake warriors had red eyes and roared, following Travito's footsteps and killing the highest sourwood flag.

A bonfire was lit under the big flag, illuminating everyone's faces. The old commander of the Sourwood Legion, Yotiko, looked gloomy, like a cloud in the rainy season. He wore gorgeous armor and a light leather hat, standing in front of the campfire, looking at the tragic situation in the camp.

"Damn King Avit! He used sieges to consume the warriors of the Sourwood Legion, and forced me to besiege the city here, and didn't give me enough troops!"

Facing the sudden night attack of the Tlaxcala people, Yotiko was furious. He felt the pain of the loss of the legion and the resentment towards the king. But the most important thing at the moment is to gather the warriors of the city-state, get rid of the chaotic fighting, and form a tight and stable battle formation!

Thinking of this, Yotiko raised the scepter in his hand and shouted loudly.

"The Lord God is witnessing! Brave Sourwood warriors, don't panic, don't be chaotic! I'm standing here, all close to my flag! Set up your spears, raise your war sticks, form a battle formation, and kill the Tlaxcala people who attacked at night"

"Swoosh!"

The commander of the Sourwood Legion was shouting loudly with his hair and beard. A sharp copper arrow came at him like a flash of lightning! The lightning flashed across the dark night, coming from dozens of steps away, and instantly hit his chest!