"Ah! Capture Tree Snake City within twenty days?!"
"Exactly! No matter the cost, I will capture Tree Snake City before the rainy season reaches its height!"
Inside the great tent, only two people remained. Avet made no attempt to hide it as he announced coldly. Gilim's face changed at once, and he cried out in alarm.
To capture a fortress as solid as Tree Snake City in such a short time, they would have to disregard lives and lose thousands of Alliance warriors!
After all, the assault on Feathered Serpent City alone had taken a full month, with four hundred Royal Warriors, more than three thousand City-State Warriors, and eight thousand city-state Militia dead or wounded. And Tree Snake City was even more important, with higher walls and more defenders. The Tlaxcalan warriors in the city numbered two or three thousand more than in Feathered Serpent City, estimated at around six thousand.
Unlike the rising Mexica Alliance, the Tlaxcalan hierarchy was far more rigid. These diehard Snake Descendant warriors all carried noble blood to some degree, and would find it very hard to surrender to the Alliance. They would certainly drive the Militia in the city to resist stubbornly to the very end.
Thinking of this, Gilim bowed solemnly and offered earnest counsel.
"Your Majesty, is it not a little too hasty to order the city taken within twenty days? If the various legions suffer too many casualties, I fear they may grow dissatisfied, even resentful..."
"Gilim, this is my decision!"
Avet shook his head, his expression stern, deciding heaven and earth alone.
"The situation now is different from before! The Elder and the High Priest have both gone to the Divine Kingdom. With the pressure of the Sun and the Morning Star gone, the various states of the Alliance