PS: It's the weekend, ask for Sanjiang ticket support, xiexie!

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Just as the Spanish explorers trapped in the palace were drunk and dying, a clear and high-pitched horn suddenly broke through the heavy rain curtain and reached the ears of Cortés and his men, slightly recalling their sanity that had been numbed by alcohol.

“…… The voice...... Uh, could it be that those weird guys are challenging again?! ”

Cortés groaned weakly, twisted his ailing body with difficulty, slowly moved to the window, peered out through the gap in the columns, and then unsurprisingly saw a small group of strange Aztec warriors.

- A red cloak, a feathered helmet, a large red square shield, a metal cuirass, a leather skirt, a short sword, and a javelin...... If it had been on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea 1,500 years ago, Europeans would have recognized it as the invincible Roman legion. But if it was in the New World of America in the 16th century, seeing this dress of the Roman legions being used on the Aztecs could only make people stunned and speechless.

Obviously, limited to the way of thinking of this era, Cortez could not have known that there would be a game called "Total War" in the future, nor would he have known that there would be an activity called cosplay, let alone guess that a certain evil spirit Lori would transport the redundant performance costumes that had been discarded at will after the Shanghai cosplay competition to Mexico in the 16th century through the time and space wormhole.

-- Since the outbreak of the plague, most of the Aztec resistance forces that remained in the city of Tenochtitlan have either fled or died of disease, and only a few have remained. Although their numbers were too small to drive out the invaders, they still carried out a surprise attack or harassed the Spaniards around the Spanish station, disturbing everyone and annoying the Spaniards who were trapped in a corner of the city.

Among them, these twenty Aztec warriors, who unconsciously disguised themselves as Roman legions, were the most active in provoking and harassing them.

Almost every morning, Cortés could hear them blowing their trumpets, beating war drums, and shouting loudly outside the garrison to attack. But if the Spaniards and their Indian allies did go out to meet them, these "pseudo-Romans" would immediately disperse into the streets and flee without a trace. If they do not pursue, then they will reappear near the station after a while and continue to make a lot of noise; If you send troops in pursuit, it is easy to get scattered in the labyrinth of alleys or take the wrong path, and then be beaten head-on by the Aztecs who have already set up an ambush.

After suffering a few times and losing a few people, the Spaniards, who were already demoralized, became outright otaku and refused to step out of the station. The Aztecs, on the other hand, are becoming more and more energetic, and even come out to harass them in such rainstorms.

Seeing that the guerrillas in the city had come to brush up their presence again, several Spanish crossbowmen had to reluctantly stand up, walked to the wall and lazily shot a few arrows outside, but they were really powerless in the rainstorm, either they missed the shot, or they were blocked by the opponent with a large shield. On the other hand, the small number of Aztec guerrillas could not storm the palace, so they could only beat drums and trumpets outside, shouting and scolding, so that the Spaniards could not live in peace.

However, after all these days of repeated fighting, Cortés's men had long since become accustomed to this kind of harassment, and they just plugged their ears with rags, and continued to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and turn a deaf ear to the noise outside—the palace was so strong that they could not penetrate it with their small troops. …,

As time passed, the rain in the city became heavier and heavier, and the low sky seemed to be about to collapse, and the rain poured uncontrollably under the rampant raging of the storm. The bright lightning pierced the dark sky, relentlessly whipping everything on the ground, making every tree sway wildly in the wind and rain...... The "pseudo-Roman legions" outside gradually could no longer endure the rain, and finally stopped clamouring and began to gather their ranks.

Cortez, who had been watching coldly from the palace, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this-another day, and it seemed that he had survived like this?

However, his mood relaxed for less than half a minute before he tensed up again.

For louder trumpets and drumbeats rang out like the roar of a dragon, sweeping across the empty and silent city of death. Even the howling winds and the tyrannical thunder could not hide the tsunami-like drums, trumpets and shouts.

Then, through the dense curtain of rain and fog, he saw countless shadowy figures pouring into the city of Tenochtitlan from the distant causeway.

Brightly colored flags flew in the storm, and the earth's earth-shattering footsteps and the sound of weapons crashing made the earth almost tremble.

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

An indescribable sense of despair and loss, like lightning and flint, spread throughout his limbs and bones in an instant.

After so many days of lingering in this place, his end has finally come!

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Shouts and wails, rumbling war drums, swords clashing against each other, and arrows and javelins flying through the rain curtains.

A short but fierce raid battle broke out against the backdrop of lightning, thunder, and downpour.

The combined forces of Indians of all nationalities, with a total strength of tens of thousands, first used countless javelins and stones to "bathe" the Spaniards who were standing at the top of the wall, and then rushed up the steps with a shout to fight the Spanish soldiers guarding the main entrance. The other group of agile warriors jumped over the fence with hooks and ladders, jumped into the courtyard and slashed with knives.

Even the Spaniards guarding the palace, with 200% combat strength in a desperate situation, could not withstand the tens of thousands of enemies that continued to pour in like a tidal wave - the only two remaining guns could not be fired at all in the pouring rain, and several musketeers in Zuihou were dumbfounded because the gunpowder was damp and moldy. Not to mention that many of them were either drunk and unconscious, or they were so sick that they couldn't even get up, let alone take a knife into battle.

So, just a moment later, the coalition forces successfully defeated the Spanish counterattack, easily entered the palace, and marched along the corridors, beginning to search for the remnants of the enemy room by room, mercilessly slashing them one by one.

Standing on the balcony with difficulty on crutches and leaning against the wall, Cortés watched in silence as the enemy climbed over the wall and smashed open the gates, drowning the Spaniards' Zuihou resistance like a tide, ignoring the arrows and javelins flying in mid-air...... Muddy rain and viscous bloody water mixed and flowed down the low-lying terrain, first into streams and then into puddles, giving them a harsh and cruel color.

Suddenly, a javelin almost whistled past him, but someone pulled him from behind to prevent him from being impaled on the spot.

“…… My commander, this place is no longer defensible! Please follow me and move quickly! ”

Castillo, a close confidant of Zuihou, who was still by Cortez's side at this time, and Castillo, the clerk who had brought a large number of reinforcements for him from all over the Caribbean, dragged Cortés into the house and said to him hurriedly, "...... I secretly hid a small raft in the reeds by the river behind the palace. It's raining heavily now, and the view on the water is blurred and you can't see far, so if you only bring two or three people, you should be able to get away! ”…,

“…… No, I'm not leaving. Cortez, who had calmed down, shook his head at first, and then sat back on the bed, "...... Now that you're ready to retreat, find a way to escape on your own! Don't throw your life here! ”

“…… Commander! Now is not the time for you to make a fuss! If you don't leave, you won't have a chance! "Registrar Castillo is still doing Zuihou's efforts.

“…… xiexie your kindness, Castillo. But there's really no need to bother. Cortez continued to shake his head, a desolate smile on his lips, "...... If you take the waterway now, you may be able to escape. But the question is, even if we get out of the city, where can we go? Now in this land, everyone wants my life, where can I find a place to stay? ”

Castillo was also speechless on this question.

About ten days ago, after the city-states of the Valley of Mexico had defected, the Aztec rebels' stronghold, Tseckos, had also mutinied, and the rebel leader, the puppet emperor Essiteri Shozito, had been killed in the melee, and his brother Conak Stone had usurped power. After seizing military power, Konak Shi immediately sent messengers to surrender to the "gods" in Otumba Village, begging them to give him some medicine to treat the plague, otherwise the city of Tetkos would be destroyed in the plague - this is the root cause of the rebel mutiny.

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

At this point, Cortés had no allies in all of Mexico, and all the other Indian tribes became his enemies, except for the small group of desperate Indian Confederates around him. And the Spanish colonies in the Caribbean islands have once again put him on the wanted warrant - of course, the Spanish governors, who should have been tossed by the plague at this time, may not have the heart to hunt down this guy for a long time.

In short, even if Cortés escaped from Tenochtitlan at this time, he would have nowhere to go, let alone be so sick......

“…… Castillo, it's comforting that you've been able to fight with me all the way through. Now you're left to fend for yourself! ”

Cortés said calmly, "...... I'm so sick now that it's hard to even stand up, let alone break through and escape. And you're healthy and agile, and if you hadn't been dragged down by me, you might have been able to escape...... Alright, let's go! Otherwise, it will be too late! ”

Castillo bowed his head wordlessly, stared at Cortés for a long time, as if to memorize the other man's face, and then suddenly and forcefully made a fist salute to the speaker, turned and strode out. Until he left, he didn't forget to carefully lower the curtain for him.

Watching Castillo's back disappear behind the curtain, Cortés first tidied up his appearance in the small mirror, then pulled out a small crossbow from under the bed, brushed away the dust with trembling hands, and slowly wound the handle with great difficulty, and slammed the arrow into the groove...... Next, Cortés sat upright on the bed with a bow and crossbow in hand, waiting and listening in silence.

He heard the sporadic sounds of fighting around the palace, the loud cheers of the enemy celebrating victory, and the roar of a certain subordinate before he died; He also heard the cries and cries of his native mistress, Marina, and the miserable scream that seemed to have her throat cut by a sword; Zuihou, he finally heard the footsteps of the enemy getting closer......

So, Cortés raised his crossbow and quietly aimed it at the door, then held his breath. …,

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"--Woo-duh!"

At the same moment that the first intruder lifted the curtain, a sharp arrow shot out of the room, striking him with precision.

However, in front of the special metal anti-cutting clothing for the workers of the meat factory produced by the Zhengzhou Shengbaodun Company in China in the later generations, which was claimed to be able to withstand the bombardment of shotguns, this arrow could not penetrate even half an inch at all, and it fell weakly, making a soft "ding" sound on the ground.

Therefore, the warrior of Honshutizgan simply looked down at his chest in confusion, and went on with great strides towards Cortés—first snatching the dagger and crossbow from the trembling malaria man's hand, then snatching him out of his bed and slamming him to the ground. Another samurai followed suit, and took a thick hemp rope from his waist to tie Cortés, who was already powerless to resist.

Next, in a dazzle, Cortez suddenly sees an old acquaintance from the past.

Or the old enemy now.

- Commander Navarez, who was sent by the Governor of Velázquez on the island of Cuba to lead an army against his traitorous man.

I saw Navaes, who had recently become a one-eyed dragon, with a bloody scimitar in his hand, a black blindfold on his face, and a murderous aura, walking up to him in a big way, looking at himself repeatedly with cruel eyes as if he were looking at his prey, with a hideous smile on his face.

“…… Hi! Long time no see, Lord Navaes! Congratulations! Now I seem to be your captive! ”

Cortez's facial muscles twitched, as if trying to squeeze out a smile, but it looked worse than crying," ...... Did the Governor of Velázquez order you to escort me back to the island of Cuba and hang me on the gallows in front of him? I think this is the only way to make him angry! ”

Unfortunately, his flamboyant tongue didn't have an effect - Navaez only smiled mockingly.

“…… Tsk, your tongue is still as dexterous as it used to be! Cortes! But you'd better not think you'll be able to stall for time, and while I would love to gouge out your eyes and hang you on a meat hook, it's someone else who is going to dispose of you......"

Navaez smacked his lips and stepped sideways, "...... Please come in, Your Highness the Princess, we have caught him! ”

Then, under Cortés' dull gaze, an Aztec girl wearing a colorful feather crown burst in.

- This is a very beautiful and energetic wild girl, her face is angular and heroic, and her smooth skin is a healthy wheat color, like a cheetah, full of wild and uninhibited wild style. But at this moment, her beautiful facial features were a little hideous and distorted for some reason, and her bright pupils were burning with a chilling flame.

She looked at Cortez for a long time with a creepy and terrifying look, and then slowly spoke.

The girl's soft voice was as melodious as a oriole, but in Cortés' ears it was even more terrifying than the devil's roar.

“…… Long time no see, Mr. Cortés. First of all, I would like to introduce myself, I am the daughter of Emperor Montezuma, Snow Ji Delan. A woman whose family, hometown and motherland have been destroyed by you! ”

Snow Ji Delan said this in Spanish as she pulled out a sharp knife and licked her pink tongue against the blade.

“…… Please rest assured, I will definitely use all the sacrifices I have learned, so that you can experience the unimaginable pain of ordinary people, and then make you into the most ~~ the most precious collection, so that the gods can be satisfied, and let me fully experience the thrill of revenge! ”

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PS: The next chapter is visually similar to the heavy content of "Zhu Yan Blood", do you think it should be described in detail as creepy, or should it be brushed aside?