Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 473 - 234 The Crimson Road_2

Under the flickering firelight, the Capital City Militia lay dying everywhere, surrounded by the cold bodies of villagers, and the road beneath his feet had turned crimson. The old militiaman paused for a moment, tightened his grip on his long spear and continued forward.

Not far from the militia’s quarters was a wide courtyard, now in chaos, clearly disturbed by the fierce slaughter. Led by a Tekos tribe Chieftain, dozens of Tekos warriors, with a ferocious demeanor and disheveled hair, charged out of the yard to confront the oncoming Mexica legion head-on!

Toltec roared again. Clutching his blood-dripping war club, he launched himself violently forward, smashing to death the nearest enemies.

The tribe Chieftain’s eyes bulged as he looked at the elite Samurai filling the street and their dark green Leather Armor, his mouth agape in horror. Then, seeing the unstoppable Black Wolf rapidly approaching, he shuddered violently, turned, and fled, shouting urgently.

"Surrender! Surrender! The compliant citizens of the Volcano are willing to surrender to the powerful Eastern Chieftain!"

"Black Wolf warrior, they wish to surrender!"

Hearing the Tekos’s cries, Puap quickly chased after Toltec, shouting the translation.

Toltec stopped, frowning slightly. He looked toward the tribe Chieftain, who had already fled into the courtyard, surrounded by hundreds of tribal militiamen.

"Take twenty men, guard the entrance, leave it to the reinforcements behind. The rest of the Samurai, move forward!"

The Vanguard Army advanced once again, more Samurai walking abreast, the buildings on either side no longer dim. Occasionally, squares were interspersed among the buildings, with a fortress-like residence further away.

Puap pursed his lips. This area was the district of high-ranking Samurai and Craftsmen, also where his family resided. The squares between the buildings were used for regular assemblies and community trade. The fortress-like residence was the official Craftsman center, where thousands of lifelong Craftsmen were tightly supervised. They obeyed the Royal Family’s commands, produced a vast amount of weapons and equipment, and were a vital source of strength for the Defending Army!

After several battles, the Samurai of the Capital City had suffered severe losses, one in ten remaining. Therefore, this area was the most empty, and the Vanguard Army passed through with little resistance. Toltec gave the massive Craftsman center a distant glance, smacked his lips regretfully, and continued moving forward to kill.

Soon, the cobblestone main road appeared beneath everyone’s feet, with many firelights twinkling not far away. A group of Tarasco Samurai rushed over hastily, unable to Formations, they were scattered by the fierce Black Wolf. Toltec launched a swift attack, hacking the leading Warrior Captain to death in a few strokes, unstoppable like a savage beast! Following that, the Vanguard Samurai surged forward, and after a series of screams, the main road turned red with blood.

Chiwaco clasped his long spear tightly, keeping up with the footsteps of the Mexica Vanguard, stepping across the blood-soaked battlefield. Red footprints stretched forward, and the view on both sides suddenly expanded. The old militiaman, with concerns in his heart, carefully observed the unfamiliar sights along the way, clucking in amazement.

"This, this is where Great Nobility lords live! ...Ah? All stone, can’t even see a thatched roof..."

This area was already the Great Nobility district at the center of the city, usually off-limits to commoners, including ordinary Samurai. Under the firelight, the old militiaman looked around, distant solid White Stone houses, beautiful water well gardens, and tall pines and cypress trees that dazzled and filled him with longing.

The Nobility of the city had been alarmed by the turn of events. They quickly summoned their nearby private soldiers and Escorts, and soon figures moved about the gardens and houses, flashing with cold light. There were about a thousand private soldiers in this area, each controlled by several dozen Nobility of varying ranks. Under the pressure of the Chief Minister, the Nobility had no chance to assemble. Now faced with sudden calamity, they could only defend their family estates and fight nervously on their own.

Toltec dodged an incoming Copper Spear with a hop, and then, with a swift sideways strike, he cut down the foremost attacking Tarasco Nobility. The blades of trusted aides clashed on either side, hacking and slashing, and a group of Nobility’s private soldiers obstructing the way was annihilated. Black Wolf surveyed the surroundings, glanced at the Nobility’s private soldiers holding defensive positions further away, swung his hand forward, and led the charge!

No Guidance was needed now. Following the clear main road, the Vanguard Army ignored the scattered enemies nearby and quickly made their way to a palace thirty meters tall. Brilliant lights were lit all around the palace, bringing perpetual brightness, and exquisite verandas stood high in the sky, as if they were the abode of Divine Descendants on earth. This was the last palace and Temple area, the Palace of Wind of the Tarasco!

Black Wolf looked up, his brow deeply furrowed. The brick and stone foundation ahead was several meters high, with grand steps rising in sequence to uphold a majestic and solid wood and stone palace. Above the palace, wooden pavilions were stacked while numerous sturdy stone towers surrounded it. Hundreds of Tarasco samurai were pouring out of the palace, many wearing Hummingbird leather armor. These loyal family warriors brandished shields and waved copper spears, forming formations on the advantageous high ground. Then, someone brought out a longbow!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

A merciless hail of arrows shot forth, accompanied by the shrill sound of the wind, "thwack"ing into the leather armor. A chorus of screams suddenly erupted around Black Wolf, as more than a dozen Mexica samurai toppled over in an instant. Black Wolf’s pupils dilated sharply, and with an agile roll to the side, he ducked behind the nearby houses. Leaning against the wall, he carefully observed and saw that a hundred elite archers were perched atop the stone towers, firing their arrows!

"Damn it, how did the enemy gather so fast?...Front line, raise shields and charge; back line, scatter and shoot! Split two teams of samurai to encircle from both sides!"

Toltec waved a small flag and shouted orders. Then, he took a longbow off his back, and with just a quick aim, he released an arrow swift as lightning!

"Hit!"

"Ah!" An archer let out a brief cry of pain before plummeting from the top of the stone tower, crashing to the ground with a "thud," and the sound was abruptly silenced.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The Tarasco samurai in front of the palace also began to release their arrows in unison. Even more arrows came down from above at intersecting angles, striking down dozens in the frontline vanguard. Moments later, the warriors in the rear returned fire with a volley of arrows. More than a dozen figures suddenly fell from the high pavilions, bursting into eye-searing blooms of red.

Soon, more than three hundred vanguard warriors, holding shields, stormed up the stone steps. They roared and swung their war clubs, clashing with the defending Tarasco spear formation, falling intermittently. At that moment, in front of the magnificent Palace of Wind, arrows crisscrossed fiercely, weapons clashed brutally, and the air was filled with the stench of death!

Behind the Mexica samurai, Huitu Puap crouched down and carefully hid at the edge of a building. He looked at the fierce battle raging above and below the palace, his heart full of complex emotions.

As a trusted aide highly regarded by the Chief Minister, he had been to the Palace of Wind many times and was thoroughly familiar with the situation. He certainly knew that the main force of loyal samurai were gathered here, ready to suppress the nobility in the city at any moment. He also knew that the stone towers on either side housed elite archers, and a secret passage lay behind the palace walls. He even knew that the Chief Minister of the Hummingbird was on the highest pavilion, with the Royal Family’s heir by the Chief’s side!

All this critical intelligence, Puap kept buried in his heart. He had no intention of telling the courageous Black Wolf, nor had he told anyone else, except for...

Amidst the whistling arrows, the aged militiaman Chiwaco cautiously raised his shield, following the shadows of the walls, tiptoeing over. Behind him, a dozen trusted militiamen, all clad in Hummingbird leather armor and wielding sharp copper spears.

"Master, are you ready? The time we spoke of... has come..."

"Hu..."

Puap exhaled heavily, then took a deep breath of the sweet, pungent air. In that moment, his eyes flickered with an unusual glow, like a dog transforming into a wolf.

"Let’s go... May the Chief Divine protect us..."

"Good. May the Chief Divine protect us."

Chiwaco’s aged face broke into a smile, his feet stained with bright red. His deep prayers scattered into the air, as dark as the night itself.

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