The Mexica Royal Banner still stood on the heights of the hills, facing the silver mountaintop from afar. The veteran Shorn Guards of more than three years wore armor and held spears, loyally guarding the Divine King's tent. As for those newly selected and formed guards, they had to serve as the vanguard, charging and killing at the very front of the battlefield, using their own bravery, using their own blood, to prove their loyalty!
"Your Majesty! The guard vanguard has climbed onto the wall! Silver Tip City's warriors can't hold! They've fallen back, they've fallen back from the wall... The army has finally broken into the city!..."
"Haaha! Silver Tip City fell after only three days of attack!"
The Divine King laughed in satisfaction, and all the trusted men around him lifted their heads. Xolotl held the Divine Eye Lens and looked down at Silver Tip City several li away, taking in the entire battlefield at a glance.
This Zapotec city-state of "Wolf Head" leaned against the gray-white mountains to the north, where troops could not deploy. But to its east, west, and south were open suburban markets and farmland outside the city, making it very easy to climb and storm.
That was exactly what the Alliance's legions did: assault the city from three sides at once, spreading the defenders' forces as much as possible, then selecting elite vanguards to break in. Amid the rising and falling conch horns, the archers and crossbowmen pressed within a hundred paces of the walls and fired wave after wave of arrows at the battlements. The lightly armored able-bodied men stationed there fell from the low walls like scattered chia seeds, gray and dusty, then oozed red like little tomatoes. After that, the dark-green armored warriors carried Scaling Ladders and climbed up, like