Dusk descended. The smoke and the reek of blood in the wind were like fading shadows, and like the life of a tribe passing away. The siege among the hills still continued; the wisps of cooking smoke rising into the air were no more than a brief respite. After the next day came, there would be a new slaughter! The Divine King's gaze remained fixed on the east, and his resolve to take Frog Water City was beyond question. And such a lone city could not possibly hold back the Mexica Alliance's two legions for too long.
"May the Main God bless us! Rest for one day, and continue the siege tomorrow morning!"
"Praise the Main God! Praise the Divine King!"
The shouted orders from below the mountain drifted over faintly, and the royal warriors answered with prayers, displaying their boundless loyalty to the Divine King. And the Divine King's generous rewards to the Royal Warriors were far greater than those given to the City-State Warriors, and were indeed worth the Royal Warriors' devotion. The reason this Oaxaca Zapotec city-state could still hold out right now was merely that the mountain passes were too narrow to deploy troops, making it impossible to swarm up and besiege it from all sides like ants. As for the Kingdom's transported stone-hurling Mortars, during the previous assault on the even more perilous Abundant Bean City, they had already used up all the Gunpowder hauled over a thousand li in order to blast down the stone walls of that mountainside city-state.
The terrain of the Mexica World was truly terribly fragmented, with so many hills and mountains that it was practically like Joseon and Wagoku. And the tribes everywhere attacked and killed one another, building city-states throughout the mountains, which also made the conquest and