In the city of Tenochtitlan, Cora, who was originally a Spanish major general, was close to a year due to the disaster. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was still a group of Spanish soldiers left around him, and together with the troops left behind in the rear, there were nearly 10,000 people in total. But within ten days of escaping back to the city of Tenochtitlan, his descendants were in the plague, and less than two or three thousand remained.

Originally, there was also the city of Tenochtitlan, where an army of 30,000 Indian slaves could be used.

However, they either died of illness or fled, and in the end there were less than 5,000 people left to use, and they looked like they were not making any effort.

The arduous defense of the city and the poor food conditions completely dashed the hope of a counterattack in the Hong Kong War.

The city of Tenochtitlan, which had a population of 500,000 before the war, soon became a city of trapped beasts.

Major General Cora and his last handful of men became unlucky people with nowhere to go.

Even with the convenience of having broken bridges, inner moats, high walls, huge stone palaces, surveillance holes, fire prevention, air defense, etc., it seems that the situation has been stabilized at the last of the palaces.

However, there was a lack of food in the palace, and if it weren't for the fact that there was still a batch of wine and a small amount of moldy corn, even basic drinking water would have been a problem.

Even if the enemy does not attack, it seems that it has become an inevitable outcome for people to be trapped alive.

This situation is almost a dead end.

Two or three days passed, and Major General Cora found that the enemy really did not seem to be attacking, and was intent on trapping them.

The result of this speculation came true, and he and his soldiers despaired.

The lack of troops, and the fact that they only drank some wine and moldy corn for two or three days to solve their food and clothing, so that they did not have any physical strength at all, and there was no possibility of breaking through the encirclement.

Unless you can wait for help to arrive, will there really be reinforcements?

Another day passed, and things went from bad to worse.

Major General Kora's soldiers began to give up on themselves.

Seal the exit, and in the palace, drunk and defecating. Delirious, carrying bottles and swords, he stumbled around in the courtyards, in the corridors, and in the halls.

Military discipline and order and the like are all decadent.

Some of the indigenous women who barely exist have also become endless objects for them to vent.

The alcoholism of alcoholism, the indulgence of indulgence, in short, the ability to live happily one day at a time.

Dozens of Spanish officers, as well as Major General Cora, also drank all day to drown their sorrows, drunk and dreamed of death, and had no intention of restraining their subordinates.

No one remembers the grand conquest of Mexico that they had done so many years ago.

The city of Tenochtitlan became a strong cage for them.

All they can do is wait for death slowly.

Surrender or something, after seeing the pictures and news of the king of the real dragon country, who took these white captives and said what are the infidels, and burned them all.

Major General Cora and the others had lost all hope.

(As for the behavior of not wanting white captives, first, Zhu Zilong did not want to have too much contact with white Europeans even if he changed his appearance a little.) The second is the behavior of white people in history who like to say that others are infidels at every turn, and then set them on fire. He was so angry that he ordered a tooth for a tooth. ）

After Zhu Zilong besieged the army for a few days, he didn't know how much grain was stored in the palace.

So, it was the intention of besieging the white army for a long time.

So, half of the army surrounded the palace, and the rest of the soldiers went to clean up the city, as well as gather the survivors and clean up the city's garbage.

Until, after hearing the definite information, there was actually not much food in the white man's palace that stood firm.

He began to change his offensive thinking and plan, first making people pretend to attack every day, blowing high-pitched horns, and engaging in disruptive operations. Affect the rest and study habits of the people inside!

On the eighth day, the commander of the army began the assault.

(Waiting for all the enemies to starve to death will naturally save trouble, but people will not eat for a week and basically not far from hanging up.) At this time, there is basically no loss in the attack. However, choosing a war to kill the enemy and waiting for the enemy to starve to death are obviously completely different in terms of morale and one's own prestige. ）

At this moment, inside the palace, there are white Spanish soldiers who have not eaten for eight days, but just drink a little every day.

Seeing the outside, the earth-shattering footsteps and the sound of weapons colliding with the People's Liberation Army of the True Dragon Country seemed to be really about to launch a general attack this time. One by one, they were stunned at first. Then, his face gradually turned pale.

Is the end finally coming?

"Kill, rush!"

In the background of lightning and thunder and impending torrential rain, the battle of the True Dragon Army's assault on the last white army suddenly began.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of the True Dragon Kingdom, plus tens of thousands of Indians of all races, almost with a force of ten to one, rushed over in a bully style. It's a battle with no suspense at all!

Unless, all the white people inside are wearing underwear, otherwise, even Ultraman is here, and it is also for nothing.

Even the Spaniards who were guarding the palace burst out with 200% and 1000% combat effectiveness in a desperate situation. However, he had not eaten for eight days, and his enemies were more than ten times his own.

It's a comparison with no chance of winning at all, and one feels nothing but hopelessness.

Just a moment later, Zhu Zilong's army slaughtered into the palace.

Soaring along the corridors, they began to search for the remnants of the enemy room by room, mercilessly slashing them one by one.

Men are to be beheaded on the spot, and women, if native, are temporarily taken captive. If it is a white woman, it is also ugly and killed, and the beautiful one is taken prisoner. The military order is clearly written, and it must not be merciful.

At the highest lighthouse of the palace, Major General Cora watched in a daze as the enemy climbed over the walls of the palace, slammed open the gates, and poured in like a tidal wave.

Just stared blankly, and finally sighed.

Back in the room, he put on his aristocratic military uniform, drew his sword and gunpowder gun, and prepared for a desperate battle.

Other than that, there was nothing he could do.

However, because it is known who lives in this room of his. Zhu Zilong asked the special combat team to throw a tear gas bomb directly first, so poor Major General Cora didn't even draw out the knife.

Hungry and tired, he choked on the smoke and fainted directly in the room, so that the enemy was tied up.

When he woke up with cold water again, he opened his eyes and almost fainted again.

Because, Major General Cora found himself tied to the altar.

With the sound of drums announcing the beginning of the sacrifice, Major General Cora naturally knew what he was about to face.

Obviously, as the highest governor among the Spaniards here, he will be treated with special treatment. As a gift to the gods, celebrate victory!

Living Sacrifice! 》

------------ (To be continued.) )