Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The fine rains of late spring were erratic, while the lush green grass thrived abundantly. The patrolling Samurai walked through the green grass in straw sandals, and even the military camp outside Tree Snake City suddenly had a touch of spring.

"The situation in the Capital City... the authoritarian King... and my wife and son. Once the two cities fall, I shall return to the Capital City once!..."

Xiulote looked up at the sky, holding a roll of white family letter in his hand. The writing in the letter was neat and slightly slanted, with meticulous drawings interspersed. The letter had just arrived, stirring a ripple in his cold heart. He raised a gentle smile, held the letter, and stepped out of the tent. Then, the King climbed several meters up the watchtower, gazing at the western wilderness and green hills. Beyond those mountains, hundreds of miles away, lay the long-missed Lake Capital City.

"Spring has come. The barren farmlands and valleys are now covered in green grass. If there were herds of cattle and sheep, they could be grazed!"

Xiulote looked for a moment and sighed softly. The area around Four Snake City used to be the most prosperous territory of the Tlaxcala Tribes, with numerous villages and constant cooking smoke. Now, as far as the eye could see, there were only military camps stretching endlessly, patrolling Samurai militia, and vast emptiness.

The great army has besieged the city for nearly a year and a half, sweeping the Four States to the south and north. At this moment, the final two mountain fortresses of the Tlaxcala Tribes stood like withered trees without leaves, standing silently at perilous heights, waiting for the final felling of the Mexica legion.

A moment later, the guard commander Ecatl hurriedly arrived. The King tucked the letter into his chest, and his face returned to calm.

"Family Head, the Chief Divine's blessing! The envoy has brought news that ten newly forged siege mortars by the Military Works Bureau have boarded the southern fleet, and are on the way now!"

"Good! The Chief Divine's blessing!"

Upon hearing such exciting news, Xiulote also smiled. The transport along the Tarsas River upstream would take over a month. By the end of June, the siege mortars should arrive outside Tree Snake City.

"Before the peak of the August rainy season comes, it's time to take White Snake Hill City!"

Xiulote turned around, looking northeast. White Snake Hill City stood lonely atop a small hill tens of meters high, surrounded by ditches and fortifications, filled with an air of deathly stillness. Only in the evening would faint cooking smoke rise from within the hill city, signifying that the Divine Descendant Nobility and warriors of White Snake were still barely holding on.

"White Snake Hill City is like ripe fruit, needing just a few strong attacks, and with a slight pluck, it will swiftly fall. Once the mortars arrive, the final attack should unfold!..."

Xiulote pondered, then looked to the north mountains, where Cloud Serpent Mountain City was located. He thought for a while, then looked at the guard commander Ecatl.

"Ecatl, is there any progress in the siege of Cloud Serpent Mountain City?"

"Family Head, in the past month, over a thousand women, children, and the elderly have been driven out of Cloud Serpent City, and a few hundred militia have attempted to escape into the mountain forest at night..."

Ecatl's steady face showed a smile.

"Most of these Tlaxcalan women, children, and militia have been captured by the various tribes' warriors who sealed the mountains! According to the scouts' interrogations, the food stockpile in Cloud Serpent City is confidential, but there shouldn't be much left. Before leaving the mountain city, these commoners could only eat one meal of pumpkin soup per day. Moreover, they lack salt on the mountain, first becoming as thin as skin-covered bones, then bloated, with no strength to even stand up after falling..."

"Not necessarily. The condition of ordinary commoners proves nothing. Only when the warriors lack food does it truly indicate a food shortage."

Hearing this, Xiulote lowered his eyes slightly and shook his head. He thought for a while before giving a faint order.

"Have the scouts and priests carefully identify and weed out the hidden Cloud Serpent Nobility! As for ordinary commoners, avoid unnecessary slaughter. Nurture them for a few days, then send them to the southern Water Valley City's great camp to cultivate fields. By having them recount the situation within Cloud Serpent City, the Tlaxcalan tribe in the farm camp will be thoroughly crushed of any extraneous thoughts!"

"Yes, the Family Head is merciful!"

"How many people are left in Cloud Serpent Mountain City?"

"The escaped commoners can't say clearly, only that after driving out some of the population, only strong adults remain in the city. Based on the scouts' rough estimates, judging by the smoke and scale of defense, there are about four to five thousand people."

"Hmm? At the beginning of the siege, Cloud Serpent City reportedly gathered over ten thousand people. Now, they have voluntarily discarded the old and weak, leaving less than half?"

Xiulote frowned. In the current situation, it was not that Cloud Serpent City's defenders were too many, but too few. If there were only around four thousand in the city, relying on the mountain fields and springs between the two mountains, the persistence time of the Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants would far exceed the Alliance's expectations.

"It's the spring plowing time now. Has Cloud Serpent City planted its mountain fields?"

"...They have. The prisoners said that they planted all the places where pumpkins can grow. There is also a small patch of cornfield on the rear mountain of Cloud Serpent."

"To let women and children out instead of as food and have enough grain to plant... Cloud Serpent City's stored grain could last until next year. Hmm, the key to the siege still lies in the rear mountain!"

Xiulote pondered for a while and asked in a deep voice.

"Ecatl, can the tribal warriors have a way to climb Cloud Serpent Rear Mountain and destroy the Tlaxcalan mountain fields?"

"Family Head, Cloud Serpent Rear Mountain is hundreds of meters high, passable only by narrow paths where only a few can walk side by side. Getting down wasn't too difficult, but climbing up... with just a few dozen people guarding the high ground throwing stones downhill, even the bravest warriors have been hurled off the mountain!"

Ecatl slightly bowed his head, reporting honestly. He had attempted to send scouts for a night raid but to no avail, losing a dozen warriors in vain. It seemed to him a genuine natural defense, not conquerable by human strength.

"Hmm. I understand."

Xiulote pursed his lips, his expression unchanged. Facing such terrain, he felt somewhat helpless. After thinking for a moment, he sternly spoke again.

"Carefully interrogate the prisoners! How many Divine Descendant Nobility are now in Cloud Serpent City, and how many warriors each have? Who guards the rear mountain?"

"Respected Family Head! Besides the most revered Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants, there are about six or seven other nobility groups, including Oak Serpent Divine Descendants from Oak Tree City. The rear mountain is guarded mainly by Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants, leading several hundred Cloud Serpent Warriors...oh, and there's also a Black Serpent Divine Descendant, commanding dozens of warriors!"

"Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants, Oak Serpent Divine Descendants, Black Serpent Divine Descendants... Hmm? Black Serpent? Is it the Black Serpent Teuctli who escaped from the Water Valley City battle?"

Xiulote was somewhat surprised, looking at the guard commander Ecatl.

"How can the Black Serpent be this good at escaping?"

Hearing this, Ecatl looked embarrassed. He had previously been guarding the High Priest, so he attempted to bow his head respectfully.

"... Family Head, I will go and personally interrogate the prisoners."

"...You shall do so,"

Xiuolote kept his expression unchanged. Faced with such terrain, he was at a loss for a moment. As the gentle spring rain began to fall once again, soaking the green earth, sprinkling new seedlings with moisture, a group of mud-stained Messengers arrived, led by a Red Hair wearing a Bone amulet, clearly an experienced Canine Descendants. The Envoy looked up at the figure of the King as they arrived in the camp and moved below the watchtower. Then, glancing at the King, the Red Hair Envoy knelt swiftly.

"The God of Death, great Great Chief! May the Chief Divine protect the tribes! Ten days ago, the Black Wolf Great Chief has led the great army forward!"

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