Invincible urban management

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120 Nine, Cortez's doom

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Just as the Spanish explorers trapped in the palace were drunk and dreaming, a clear and high-pitched horn sound suddenly broke through the heavy rain curtain and reached the ears of Cortez and his subordinates, awakening them slightly. Numbed sanity.

"...This voice... Uh, could it be that group of strange guys came to challenge again?!"

With a weak moan, Cortes twisted his weak body with difficulty and slowly moved to the window, looked out through the gap between the colonnades, and saw a small group of strange Aztecs as expected. warrior.

——Big red cloak, plumed helmet, large red square shield, metal breastplate, leather skirt, short sword and javelin... If it was on the Mediterranean coast 500 years ago, then Europeans would recognize that this is invincible of the Roman Legion.But if it was seen in the New World of America in the [-]th century that this set of costumes belonging to the Roman Legion was used on the Aztecs, then it would only make people dull and speechless.

Obviously, the way of thinking is limited to this era. It is impossible for Cortez to know that there will be a game called "Total War" in the future, and it is impossible to know that there will be an activity called cosplay, and he will not guess a certain evil. The vitality loli will transport the redundant performance costumes that were randomly discarded after the sea cosplay competition to Mexico in the [-]th century through the time-space wormhole.

——Most of the Aztec resistance forces that remained in Tenochtitlan since the outbreak of the plague either fled or died of illness, only a very small number of people remained.Although their numbers were too small to expel the invaders, they still launched a raid indifferently or harassed and harassed around the Spaniards' garrison, disturbing everyone's peace, which made the Spaniards who were trapped in a corner of the city tiresome.

Among them, the twenty Aztec warriors who unconsciously dressed up as Roman legionaries were the most active group of people in provoking harassment.

Almost every morning, Cortes could hear them blowing horns and beating war drums outside the garrison, threatening to launch an attack.But if the Spaniards and their Indian allies really went out to fight these "pseudo-Romans", they would immediately disperse into the streets and escape without a trace.If you don't pursue them, they will reappear in a short while and continue to make noise near the station; if you send troops to pursue them, they will easily get lost or go wrong in the maze of streets and alleys, and then they will be ambushed by the Aztecs who have already set up an ambush It was a hard beating head on.

After suffering a few times and losing a few people, the already demoralized Spaniards turned into out-and-out otaku and refused to step out of the station.But the Aztecs are becoming more and more energetic, and even come out to harass them in this rainstorm.

Seeing the guerrillas in the city come to show their presence again, several Spanish crossbowmen had to stand up reluctantly, walked to the wall and lazily fired a few arrows outside, but it was really useless in the heavy rain. Blocked it with a big shield.On the other hand, the small number of Aztec guerrillas were unable to storm the palace and could only beat drums and trumpets outside and yell loudly to make the Spaniards feel unsafe.

However, after so many days of repeated battles, Cortez's subordinates have long been accustomed to this kind of harassment, they just plug their ears with rags and continue to eat, drink, and gamble, turning a deaf ear to the noise outside—anyway, this palace is quite strong and light. They can't get in with such a small force.

As time goes by, the rain in the city is getting bigger and bigger, and the sky seems to be about to collapse. Under the raging storm, the raindrops are pouring down without restraint.The bright lightning pierced through the dark sky and ruthlessly whipped everything on the ground, causing every tree to sway wildly in the wind and rain... The "Pseudo-Roman Legion" outside gradually couldn't stand the rain and finally stopped clamoring Start gathering the team.

Cortez, who had been watching coldly in the palace, couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief—it seemed like another day passed like this?

However, he had only relaxed for less than half a minute before tensing up again.

Because bursts of louder bugles and drums sounded like the roar of a giant dragon, sweeping across this empty and silent city of death.Even the howling wind and violent thunder could not cover up the tsunami-like sound of war drums, horns and shouts.

Then through the thick rain and fog he saw countless shadowy figures pouring into the city of Tenochtitlan from the long embankment in the distance.

Brightly colored banners fluttered in the violent storm, and the sound of footsteps and the impact of weapons made the earth almost tremble.

Cortez was stunned for a moment, and then gasped, his face, which was originally flushed due to the high fever, gradually turned pale.

An indescribable despair and loss spread throughout his limbs and bones like lightning.

——After so many days of lingering here, his end has finally come!

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There are shouts of killing and mourning, rumbling drums, swords clashing with each other, and arrows and javelins flying back and forth in the rain curtain.

A short but intense raid broke out suddenly and vigorously against a background of lightning, thunder and torrential rain.

The Indian allied forces with a total strength of tens of thousands first "bathed" the trembling Spaniards guarding the wall with countless javelins and stones, and then shouted and rushed to the steps to fight the Spanish soldiers guarding the main entrance. .Another part of the agile fighters directly used hooks and ladders to climb over the wall and jumped into the courtyard to slash and kill with knives.

Even if the Spaniards guarding the palace erupted with 200% combat power in a desperate situation, they could not resist the tens of thousands of enemies that poured in like a sea tide—the only two remaining artillery could not fire at all in the torrential rain. The last few musketeers of her also fell silent because the gunpowder was wet and moldy.Not to mention that many of them were either drunk or dying of illness and couldn't even crawl, let alone hold a knife.

So just a moment later, the coalition forces successfully defeated the Spaniard's counterattack, entered the palace easily, and marched along the corridors, searching for the remaining enemies room by room, and mercilessly hacked and killed them one by one.

Cortez leaned on crutches with difficulty and leaned against the wall to stand on the balcony, ignoring the arrows and javelins flying in the air, and stared blankly at the enemy's last resistance as they climbed over the wall and smashed open the gate like a flood... The turbid rainwater and viscous blood water mixed together and flowed across the low-lying terrain, first converging into streams and then forming puddles, presenting an extraordinarily dazzling and cruel color.

Suddenly, a javelin almost brushed his hair and whizzed past. Thanks to someone pulling him from behind, he was not pierced on the spot.

"...my commander-in-chief can no longer defend here! You follow me and move quickly!"

At this time, the last trusted confidant who was still guarding Cortez's side, Castillo, the clerk who had brought a large number of reinforcements for him from all over the Caribbean, dragged Cortez into the house and hurriedly He said to him, "...I secretly hid a small raft in the reeds by the river behind the palace. It is raining heavily now, the water surface is blurred, and the vision is blurred. If you only take two or three people with you, you should be able to get away!"

"...No, I won't go." After calming down, Cortez shook his head and sat back on the bed. "...Since you are ready to retreat, you should find a way to escape yourself! Don't lose your life here !"

"...Commander! Now is not the time for you to be awkward! If you don't leave, you will lose your chance!" Castillo, the clerk, was still making his last effort.

"...Thank you Castillo for your kindness. But there is really no need to bother." Cortez still continued to shake his head while a bleak smile hung on the corner of his mouth "... Maybe we can really escape by going by water now. But the question is, even if we escaped from this city by chance, where can we go? Now everyone in this land wants my life, where can I find my shelter?"

Castillo was also speechless about this question.

——About ten days ago, after many city-states in the Valley of Mexico defected one after another, a mutiny occurred in Tetex, the stronghold of the Aztec rebels. Konakshi, brother of Konakshi, usurped power.As soon as Konakshi seized the military power, he sent envoys to surrender to the "gods" in Otunba Village, and only asked the other party to give him some medicine to treat the plague, otherwise the city of Tetkos would be destroyed by the plague. It was destroyed in the middle of the war-this is also the root cause of the mutiny of the rebels.

Those who have just seen a glimmer of hope of being rescued but are kicked back into the abyss of death are usually prone to collapse or madness.

So far Cortez had no allies in the whole of Mexico, except for the small group of desperate Indian allies around him, and all the rest of the Indian tribes became his enemies.And the Spanish colonies in the Caribbean islands also put him on the wanted list again-of course, the Spanish governors who should have been tormented by the plague at this time may have no intention of hunting down this guy.

In short, even if Cortez escaped from Tenochtitlan at this time, he would have nowhere to go, not to mention that he was still so sick...

"...Castillo, you have been able to fight with me all the way to the present, which makes me feel very gratified. From now on, you will fend for yourself!"

Cortez said calmly, "...I'm so sick that it's hard for me to stand up, let alone break through and escape. But you are healthy and agile, and you might be able to escape if you don't have me as a drag... ...Okay, let's go! Otherwise, it will be too late!"

Castillo silently lowered his head and stared at Cortez for a long time, as if he wanted to remember the other person's face firmly, and then suddenly made a fist salute to the speaker, turned and strode out.Before leaving, he still carefully lowered the curtain for him.

Watching Castillo's back disappear behind the door curtain, Cortez first adjusted his appearance in front of the small mirror, then pulled out a small crossbow from under the bed and wiped off the dust covering his face with trembling hands. Strenuously turning the handle, the strings were slowly buckled into the groove... Then Cortez sat on the bed with the crossbow in his hand, waiting and listening quietly.

He heard the last sporadic fighting sounds from around the palace, the loud cheers of the enemy celebrating victory, and the final roar of a subordinate before he died; he also heard the crying and begging of his native mistress Marina and There was a miserable cry of a sharp sword cutting his throat; finally he heard the footsteps of the enemy getting closer...

So Cortez raised the crossbow and aimed at the door silently, then held his breath.

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"—Whoa—Duk!"

At the same moment when the first intruder lifted the curtain, a sharp arrow shot out from the room and hit his body accurately.

However, in front of the special metal cut-resistant clothing for employees of the Meat Factory produced by Zhengzhou Shengbaodun Company in China in later generations, which claims to be able to withstand the bombardment of the shotgun, the arrow failed to penetrate even half an inch, and fell powerlessly to the ground with a "ding" " a soft sound.

So the Hongxietiz warrior just looked down at his chest in bewilderment before continuing to lunge at Cortes—first snatching the dagger and Shi Nu then grabbed him from the bed and threw him to the ground hard.Another samurai also rushed in, took a thick hemp rope from his waist, and tied up Cortez, who was powerless to resist.

Next, Cortez suddenly sees an old acquaintance in his dizziness.

Or the current old enemy.

——Commander Narvaez, who was sent by Governor Velazquez of Cuba Island to lead an army to fight against himself, a traitor.

I saw Narvaez, who had recently become a one-eyed dragon, holding a bloody scimitar in his hand, wearing a black eyepatch on his face, and walked up to him with a fierce murderous look, sizing him up repeatedly with cruel eyes like looking at prey There was a hideous smile all over his face.

"...Hi! Long time no see, Your Excellency Narvaez! Congratulations! Now I seem to be your prisoner!"

The muscles on Cortez's face twitched, as if he was trying to squeeze out a smile, but it looked uglier than crying, "...Did Governor Velazquez order you to escort me back to Cuba and hang me in front of him? Gallows? Thinking about it, this is the only way to calm him down!"

It's a pity that his slick tongue didn't have any effect-after hearing the words, Narvaez just burst into a mocking smile on his lips.

"... Tsk tsk, your tongue is still as dexterous as ever, Cortez! But you better not try to delay the time, although I really want to goug out your eyes and hang you on a meat hook But the one who will really deal with you is another person..."

Narvaez smacked his lips and stepped aside, "...Come in, Your Royal Highness, we have already caught him!"

Then, under Cortez's sluggish gaze, an Aztec girl wearing a colorful feather crown entered boldly.

——This is a very beautiful and energetic wild girl. Her face is sharp and full of heroism, and her smooth skin shows a healthy wheat color, just like a cheetah, full of wild and unruly wild style.But at this moment, her beautiful facial features are somehow ferocious and distorted, and the bright pupils are burning with chilling flames.

She looked at Cortez repeatedly for a long time with a creepy and terrifying look, and then finally opened her mouth slowly.

The girl's soft voice was as sweet as an oriole, but to Cortez's ears, it was simply more terrifying than the roar of the devil.

"...I haven't seen you for a long time, Mr. Cortez. First, let me introduce myself as Xue Ji Delan, the daughter of Emperor Montezuma. A woman whose family, hometown, and motherland have been destroyed by you!"

Xue Ji Dailan said so in Spanish while pulling out a sharp knife and licking her tender tongue against the blade.

"...You can rest assured that I will use all the sacrifice methods I have learned to make you the most~~the most precious collection after you have experienced the pain that ordinary people can't imagine, so as to satisfy the gods It also made me fully appreciate the thrill of revenge!"

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ps: The next chapter is visually judged to be heavy-tasting content similar to "Zhu Yanxue", do you think it should be described in detail to be creepy or just mention it?

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