The East was still dark, and the night was deep. Shadows swayed and fled within the xica camp, weapons clashing. Occasionally, soone scread and fell, transforming into silent corpses. Blood sprayed freely, even turning the air sweet and tallic. The flas of the roaring bonfire flickered, illuminating samurai clad in armor; the legendary flags torn, instigating chaotic shouts!
The night raid ca suddenly, plunging the entire camp into chaos. The battle conducted in the dark tested not the numbers, but organization and tenacity. The city-state militia were blind at night, fleeing in terror, breaking down in panic. But the xica warriors from different families scattered, huddling together, guarding the noble flags of legacy, battling wildly under the moon. The largest and fiercest battle group was located centrally at the back of the camp, the place of the legion’s commander.
The tall banner of Tzompantli fluttered fiercely in the darkness. Elite Cloud Serpent warriors and Tzompantli warriors yelled the sa language, fighting brutally in close quarters. The warriors’ shouts boiled like spring water, and even their bodies splashed crimson red. At this mont of chaos, a piercing lightning bolt suddenly struck, hitting the Tzompantli clan leader who was high above, holding up his scepter and shouting loudly, right through his heart!
"Clang!"
The sharp clash of tal rang out instantaneously, causing everyone to tremble!
Xochitl felt a sharp pain in the heart, his expression suddenly changed. The force behind this arrow was enormous! He staggered back two steps, collapsed onto the ground with a "crash," even the spine hurt terribly.
"Whizz!"
"Ah!"
Yet another arrow flew through the air, brushed past Xochitl’s beast helt, hitting his trusted aide behind him. The elder Legion Commander turned sharply, even dropping the splendid beast helt, revealing greying hair.
"Family Head!"
"Legion Commander!"
Seeing the commander attacked, the surrounding Tzompantli trusted aides panicked, turning frantically to assist. The xica warriors, unaware of the commander’s fate, felt the battle group beco unstable, showing signs of breaking apart.
"The xica Commander is dead! The xica Commander is dead!"
The Tlaxcala warriors of the night raid rejoiced imnsely, shouting urgently. Although few in number, their morale was extrely high, carried by a determined courage. At this mont, they wielded their war clubs with all their might, desperately thrusting forward, seizing the mont to scatter the hundreds of resilient trusted aides.
"Get back!"
Commander Xochitl sat on the ground, shouting angrily. His hair was in disarray, a copper arrow lodged in his chest, looking especially miserable.
"Family Head!"
Dozens of Tzompantli trusted aides rushed forward anxiously, nearly forming a wall around Xochitl.
"I’m fine! All of you, get back and continue fighting!"
Xochitl reached in, probing under the luxurious war clothes to touch the cold, solid tal beneath the layer of soft cotton armor. He searched around his heart for a while before exhaling with certainty. The copper arrow had penetrated the fabric but was blocked by the bronze armor plate underneath, barely damaging the armor plate without piercing through the flesh.
"Thank the Chief Divine! I’ve fought all my life, and without this high-priced bronze dium armor, I’d be done for today!"
Xochitl abruptly pulled out the copper arrow from his armor and threw it forcefully to the ground. Then, he donned the beast helt symbolizing honor, and with the support of the family Head Warrior Texiwhit, stood up strongly, reappearing before the xica warriors.
"Thank the Chief Divine! Warriors blessed by the divine, fear no vile arrows!"
Xochitl glared fiercely towards the direction from which the copper arrow had co. Fifty steps away, more than a hundred elite Cloud Serpent warriors, led by a caped Great General wielding a Greatbow, were fiercely attacking this way.
Seeing this, Family Head Warrior Texiwhit imdiately raised his Great Shield, carefully protecting the Family Head in the direction of the threat. anwhile, Tzompantli Legion Commander, with reddened eyes, raised his scepter and pointed sharply that way, shouting fiercely to the trusted aides.
"Despicable Tlaxcala, daring to ambush the divine descendants! Go, my warriors! Kill! Kill them in offering to the Chief Divine!"
"Kill! Kill them, offer them to the Chief Divine!"
Seeing the commander unscathed, hundreds of Tzompantli trusted aides instantly regained their spirits and ignited the will to fight. They swung their war clubs again, refusing to retreat, fiercely entangled with the charging Cloud Serpent warriors.
Honorable noble Xochitl, being the most revered divine descendant in the Tzompantli City, was also the true leader of the city-state army. He had commanded the legion for twenty years or so, known for his decisive authority and renowned prestige. As long as he stood here, the city-state warriors would not easily collapse.
"Damn it!"
Cloud Serpent Hunter Telavito gritted his teeth, muttering a curse. He had prepared for this chance carefully ensuring the first arrow fired when the opponent was unguarded. To increase accuracy, he aid at the heart, using copper arrows smuggled from the Alliance. But upon hearing the tallic sound as the copper arrow struck, he imdiately realized sothing was wrong, hastily firing a second compensating arrow, but alas...
"Damn it! He must be wearing that sturdy copper armor!... Really damn it! What has happened to the xicas in recent years, there is so much new equipnt!"
Telavito bit down hard, breaking his lip, feeling the bloody pain, his chest filled with murderous intent. The xica legion was in chaos during the night raid; if the opposing commander could be killed and loudly acclaid, it could even completely disperse these thousands!
"Warriors of Cloud Serpent, charge with ! Kill the opposing commander!"
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