Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Chief Divine's blessing! His light comes from the red Divine Kingdom, shining on the green earth! He grants us the glory of this life, He grants us peace after death! We are willing to fight for His glory, we are willing to sacrifice for His radiance!...."

The fervent and devout prayers rose from the Vanguard Camp, accompanied by the blessings and proclamations of the accompanying priest, inspiring the fearless warriors of the javelin.

The Grand Chief Quasnake of Hidden Serpent City, clad in leather armor, with javelin on his back and bronze axe in hand, stood at a high point on the main fortress wall. Following the direction from where the prayers came, he looked at the shouting Imperial Guard Camp in the distance, feeling instinctively uneasy.

"Bah! With the blessing of the Feathered Serpent and the ancestors! The main fortress has two circles of wooden walls made of earth, and the two small fortresses have a circle of wooden walls each, all four meters high! Such a solid fortification, how could a few prayers conquer it? You must know that the priests of the Hidden Serpent Holy City are also praying for us!"

The Grand Chief Quasnake, with a confident expression, patted his shield with his bronze axe, boosting the morale of the City-State Warriors on the fortifications.

"All Gods bless us! We have seven thousand defending troops! With endless waterway support! We will hold the Mexica here until the rainy season comes!..."

"Boom boom boom!..."

The continuous sound of war drums echoed from the Kingdom's camp, and thousands of men from the Thousand-man Camp began to line up. Seeing the direction where these Kingdom's Warriors gathered, the Grand Chief Quasnake looked solemn, knowing that today the Mexica intended to attack the two small fortresses. He immediately instructed his trusted aide to select five hundred elite Hidden Snake Warriors to wait for the opponent to exhaust themselves and then launch a surprise raid!

"They are less than ten thousand strong, while I have seven thousand and strong fortifications. As long as we hold for another three months, we reach the May rainy season..."

The Grand Chief Quasnake squinted, pondering silently. At this moment, he still had the confidence to defend the city and the determination to fight to the end!

"Boom boom boom!..."

The drumbeat grew urgent as more than a thousand Totonac defectors advanced with large, simple wooden shields in front of the two small fortresses. The bone arrows from the walls descended upon them from above.

The sound of impact on the shields continued to resound, becoming increasingly dense. Occasionally, defectors were struck by arrows from the flanks and fell limply. The shooting from the city lasted only a quarter before the formation of the defectors began to wobble, showing signs of collapse until two thousand Guajili Warriors with longbows steadily arrived, took their positions, and released fierce feathered arrows!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!..."

The defending troops on the two small fortresses were instantly felled by dozens, followed by mournful wailing. Both sides exchanged arrows, and the archers on the fortification became cautious, noticeably decreasing their shooting speed. The formation of the defectors also stabilized as a result.

"Damn! These thick-skinned Greatbow archers suffer almost no casualties in the exchange of fire!..."

The Grand Chief Quasnake pressed his lips; his expression turned serious. The Mexica have waged wars everywhere, and the technology for making Greatbows has spread throughout Central America. However, these Greatbows require resilient wooden arrows, and each faction, limited by a lack of bronze tools and insufficient craftsmen, can only produce them in small quantities, equipping only their elite warriors.

In other words, the production capacity of each faction is insufficient to produce a surplus of equipment. Across the world, only the powerful Mexica Alliance can form a crossbow legion of several thousand men.

"The Mexica have so many archers... I'm afraid we won't hold out until the rainy season..."

The Grand Chief Quasnake was full of worries as the resonant drums sounded again from the opposite side.

"Boom boom boom!..."

Over a thousand Totonac defectors, under the supervision of supervising warriors, charged towards the two small fortresses, with the front ranks holding big axes high and the rear carrying ladders. They soon reached the front of the fortress, cutting down a circle of wooden fences outside the fortress walls amidst incoming feathered arrows and javelins. The sporadic cries of the defectors were drowned out by the fierce drum sounds, and in the context of the siege battle, with the "morale boost" from the supervising force, they were not so easily routed.

"Set up the ladders! Charge up!... "As Chief Divine bears witness! Vanguard warriors, advance three levels, be promoted into the regular legion!..."

The Kingdom of the Lake values military merit above all, and siege vanguard merit is especially highly regarded. Urged on by the supervising force and motivated by generous rewards, over a thousand defectors charged onto two fortress walls and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the two thousand Hidden Snake Legion defending the fortresses!

A large swath of crimson blossomed on the city wall like clusters of safflowers blooming among the dense swarm of "ants" and "bees," then the petals fell, and the warriors dropped like insects.

Someone constantly screamed and fell from the fortress walls, while others shouted and continued to climb. Both sides were Totonac warriors, yet they fought to the death on opposing sides!

"Eh! Since His Highness's arrival, even the defectors' morale has risen a notch!"

Black Wolf Torc looked at the two besieged small fortresses, his eyes reflecting amazement.

His Highness had brought with him a powerful reinforcement, offering consolation and promising land and titles. He even changed the name "Totonac Defector Camp" to "Totonac Recruitment Camp" and formed a new "Totonac Vanguard Camp," specially selecting Totonac Warriors who performed well in battle.

It is said that according to the Trascal Land's conquest tradition, this "Totonac Vanguard Camp" might eventually expand to become the Kingdom's eighth legion! And now, for the potential position of the legion commander, all the generals were making every effort to earn merit in war!

"Ha! Even if a new legion is formed, it won't be under my command... After this war is won, I can find an opportunity to sound out His Highness's views... See if I can expand the Guajili Legion under my command to a scale of ten thousand, just enough to formally incorporate the two thousand Mistec Vanguard Camp I've trained..."

Black Wolf instinctively pondered this while watching the battle on the fortress walls. The Totonac defenders in the two small fortresses were all elite members of the Eastern Allied Forces. The large number of defectors climbed the walls, only to be driven back repeatedly, unable to significantly expand their achievements. Their most significant contribution was consuming the defenders' stamina and morale, providing the best opportunity for a decisive blow to come!

Moments later, Black Wolf Torc shook his head with a smile, waving his red command banner.

"Chief Divine bears witness! The defectors' courage only lasts for a moment, and now they are about to collapse... It's still up to the Javelin Vanguard to take action!"

"Beep beep beep!"

The command flag waved, a sharp bugle sounded from the front lines of the battle. Upon hearing the retreat call, the remaining eight hundred defectors no longer had to force themselves to continue, turning to jump off the fortress walls and retreat back in dark clusters.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The defending troops on the walls had just taken a breath when a volley of bone feather arrows rose from the Kingdom's army, killing dozens on the spot!

"Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

The intense drumbeats sounded in the most urgent rhythm, deafening. Then, under the uneasy gaze of the Grand Chief Quasnake, more than a hundred fanatical Mexica warriors, shouting the names of the Divine, rushed toward the two damaged small fortresses, holding "strange spheres" that emitted smoke.

"Hmm? This is... this looks like... the Mexica's Divine Power Weapon?!"

On the main fortress wall, the Grand Chief Quasnake furrowed his brow, contemplating for a few moments before his eyes widened suddenly. As these warriors approached, their devout and fearless cries also reached the ears of the defending troops, sounding like a declaration from the God of Death.

"The Chief Divine bears witness! Fight for the Divine, die for the Divine! Divine Might is awesome; Divine Thunder descends!..."