Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The azure mountains were like the sea, White Snake City perched on a hill, quietly standing. The setting sun was like blood as the military camps spread outside Tree Snake City, the samurais bustling. In the grand tent of the main Mexica commander, a brief assassination had just concluded.

Xiulote wore copper armor, a copper sword at his waist, his expression calm as he sat at the upper seat of the grand tent.

To his left was the Shadow Guard Nashu, clad in leather armor and holding a long dagger. To his right was the Guard Commander Ecatl, wearing heavy armor with a short shield and a bronze axe. In front of him was the Shield Guard Ters with a great shield, closely protecting him. The three were on full alert, watching the entrance of the tent, yet none had been stained with blood.

At this moment, a pool of warm blood was silently spreading and gathering at the tent entrance. Xiulote looked at the bodies of four or five young women lying near the tent entrance, with small sharp copper needles in their hands, shook his head, and sighed softly.

"Their figures were graceful, their demeanor charming, each smile and frown captivating... the noble ladies of Tlaxcala, titled envoys, but eager to get close, wanting to be assassins, yet lacking battle experience. Sigh! Compared to her... they still fall short by a lot!"

Upon hearing the king's words laden with emotion, Nashu slightly raised her brows. She nonchalantly straightened her chest, revealing an alluring curve. Then, she reached out her hand, touched the perfectly slightly protruding lower abdomen below the curve, and her lips slightly turned upwards.

At the entrance of the tent, over a dozen trusted aides stained with blood from their copper spears wore hard expressions. Several Prepetcha doctors were carefully examining the bodies of the assassins. Shortly after, the experienced Prepetcha doctor Taka stepped forward cautiously to report back.

"Your Majesty, all the assassins are dead. They only carried copper needles smeared with snake poison, no other hidden weapons."

"Snake poison?"

Upon hearing this, Xiulote's expression shifted. He looked at the last girl who committed suicide, her beautiful face slackened by the paralysis, even appearing to smile, an evident effect of a potent neurotoxin. Xiulote thought for a moment, then asked in a deep voice.

"Taka, is there a cure for this poison?"

"Uh!..."

Doctor Taka's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Your Majesty... if we know what snake it is... we might be able to concoct an antidote..."

In other words, if they know nothing, once poisoned, they would just wait for death.

"Hmm. The Telascallans claim to be the descendants of the Cloud Serpent, finally revealing their heritage of using snake poison. Such a heritage is ever more welcome for the Alliance's witch doctors! ... You may withdraw now, take the bodies away and study them carefully."

Xiulote slightly furrowed his brow and gave a light command. He waved his hand, and soon the grand tent was quiet again, leaving only a faint stench of blood. The young king gazed in the direction of White Snake Hill City, pondered for a moment, and sternly ordered Ecatl.

"Ecatl."

"Family Head!"

"White Snake Hill City has been under siege for a full eight months. All support has been cut off, there is no hope at all. Their situation must be dire, hence they took the desperate measure of sending assassins posing as envoys... I reckon the remaining grain in the city is not much, and in their anxiety, they have acted rashly."

Upon analyzing this far, Xiulote slightly deliberated and then issued the military order.

"Have the samurais make a ruckus in the camp, creating the appearance of panic and chaos from the commander's assassination for White Snake City's walls to see! Then, allocate two thousand armored guards to you, ambushing in the small fortifications around the siege trenches. The Telascallans are highly likely to launch a night raid... When the time comes, it will be your turn to showcase true wisdom and valor!"

"Yes, Family Head! Fighting for you!"

Ecatl kneeled on one knee in respect. Then he immediately took his trusted aides and rushed out of the camp to make arrangements. In a short while, thousands of samurais outside the camp began shouting and calling out. Large clouds of dust rising from their running, accompanied by anxious cries, wafted toward the towering White Snake Hill City ten miles away.

Xiulote sat assured in the camp, reading correspondence between the kingdom and the Alliance. In no time, over a dozen Warrior Camp Chiefs from the outer camps hurriedly came to meet the king. Xiulote smiled, calmly reassuring them. After confirming the king's safety, the camp chiefs hurriedly left to arrange the deception strategy.

After half a day of commotion, it finally calmed slightly by nightfall. However, distinct cries echoed outside White Snake City, spurring confusion and unrest.

The moonlight was dim, and the torches sparse. On the high hill around White Snake City, a long trench formed a circle. Ecatl, clad in armor and wielding an axe, patiently waited in the fortifications on both sides of the trench. Deep into the night, White Snake City's gates quietly opened.

Two thousand elite White Snake warriors, all clad in snake-patterned leather armor, silently poured out from the city gates, like long snakes swiftly crawling in the dark. Subsequently, led by a warrior carrying a bow and war club, they slightly regrouped and charged toward the besieging camp, driven by a do-or-die determination!

The long snake advanced, the warriors remaining silent. Long spears glinted, war clubs hung low. The Mexica camp indeed faced issues, and in their panic, a significant flaw emerged in the trench's defense. Hundreds of White Snake warriors quickly crawled over the man-high trenches, unhindered, excitedly breaching the fortifications and rushing into the chaotic camp!

Seeing this, over a thousand warriors behind were all visibly excited. In this era, those capable of night battles were always few. Amidst the chaotic darkness, among the densely populated tens of thousands of Mexica warriors, only a quarter or a fifth could fight at night. As for the rest of the warriors, once they clashed at night, it could very likely lead to mutual slaughter, resulting in a great defeat.