On a hill not far from the launch site, Sicato Jr., the hard-line leader of the Tlaxcala coalition and the number one contemporary leader of the Central American civilization circle, is holding his arms and munching on spicy tobacco leaves in his mouth, watching with some boredom as the Chinese fiddle with their strange metal pipes.

Because the weather on the tropical seaside is really hot, he is shirtless on his upper body, only a crotch cloth on his lower body, a pair of plastic slippers he just bought on his feet, and his muscular body is full of terrifying colorful tattoos, looking very much like the gangster in an old Hong Kong movie.

Seriously, as the sworn enemy of the Aztec Empire, who defeated the Emperor Montezuma four years ago and inflicted a crushing defeat on the Aztec Empire for decades, Sicato Jr. never imagined that he would have to cooperate with the Aztec Empire's army one day.

But this is not a matter of choice, he must eliminate this uninvited Spaniard, or the "white-skinned Quetzalcoatl" in the mouth of some old madmen, in order to defeat his political opponents and regain power. Before that, if you cooperate with the Aztecs, your century-old enemy, you can only pinch your nose and admit it.

What's more, in the mind of Sikotcato Jr., in fact, he always felt that the Spaniards were a more dangerous future enemy than the Aztecs.

As a hardline xenophobia, although Sicotecato Jr. has no affection for these greedy and brutal Spaniards, he never thinks that these "stinky people" who are covered in thick dirt and claim to have never bathed in their lives will actually be the holy Quetzalcoatl. But he also knew that these Spaniards, who had come from the East, did possess some liliang as mighty as gods—wooden warships as vast as fortresses and palaces; The finest obsidian swords could not match the steel weapons; Metal-tube weapons capable of making thunderous noises and spitting out hot projectiles; and large animals that can run faster than anyone else and are called "horses" by them.

It was precisely because the Spaniards possessed all of these things that they were able to put little Sicotecato, which had thousands of troops, in a dilemma with only a few hundred troops. At the same time, he developed a deep fear, hostility, and resistance, so he tried to prevent the tribe from forming an alliance with the Spaniards—just think that the first few hundred Spaniards could defeat ten times as many Tlaxcala warriors. If thousands or tens of thousands of Spaniards continue to come from the sea in the East, then surely all the tribes of this land will only be slaves for them?

Moreover, in these white-skinned Spaniards, Sicato Jr. did not see a trace of the benevolence and kindness of the legendary Quetzalcoatl, but only the shamelessness and greed of all kinds of things: gold, food, cloth, and women, even more than the Aztecs, but they refused to give anything in return, and never gave anything of their own in exchange.

However, as the saying goes, the arms can't twist the thighs, and the tribal elders are bent on using these Spanish liliang to defeat the century-old enemies of the Aztecs, completely ignoring the danger in the future, and no matter how much Sicautcato Jr. protests, it is useless, and even his father refuses to support him.

Thus, the military pact between the Tlaxcala coalition and the Spaniards was finally successfully concluded. After the defeat, Sicato Jr. lost his military power and the prestige he had established within his clan. He could only watch from the sidelines, and Masisicato, the leader of the Lord's faction, sent two thousand of his cronies to follow the fellow named Cortés and set out on the march towards the Aztec capital. …,

At the beginning of the expedition, the coalition forces were victorious, the enemy's blockade line was about to collapse, and the Aztecs were unable to meet the civil strife, and this brilliant success increased the prestige of Masicato and the future of the rebel Sicato Jr. became more and more bleak.

Next, this coalition army encountered the expeditionary force of the old ally Honsiutizgan Kingdom in the city of Chorula, and a group of "Western gods" who were completely different from the Spaniards, but seemed to be stronger in Liliang - Cortés, the invincible and majestic "Quetzalcoatl incarnation" on the coast of Mexico, was beaten by the Honciutizcan expeditionary force in an instant, and was so frightened that he even had to kneel and kowtow to those "Western gods", give gifts and curry favor, and did his best to grovel. Only then was the other party spared a life.

It was only at this time that the Tlaxcalas, who had been blockaded by the Aztec Empire for a long time, were very surprised to hear that as early as four years ago, a group of powerful "gods" had descended on the kingdom of Honshutizgan on the western sea. The first of them to arrive was the son-in-law of Avaha, the current king of the kingdom of Honshutizgan, and would wear the crown in the future and become the monarch who ruled the western seashore. And the remaining "men of God" were also in a revered position in that distant land, and even the king had to bow down to them.

More importantly, compared with the fierce and greedy Spaniards, who only ask and do not give, the "yellow-skinned gods" from the West are relatively kinder. Although they were equally hungry for the sparkling gold and silver, they would never take it for nothing, but would generously exchange it for all sorts of fine things that seemed to be made only by the gods, from pure salt and sugar, to delicate sticks (matches), to all kinds of beautiful utensils, ornaments, and coloured cloths...... Everything that mortals could or couldn't imagine could be bought in their "Legend Bazaar".

Even the steel sword, which was regarded as a treasure by the Spaniards and refused to be exchanged for life or death, became an ordinary commodity for sale when it came to the "yellow-skinned gods". In addition to the Tlaxcala, who had been blocked from the trade routes, the other tribes in Mexico were more or less armed with steel swords, and some chieftains wore shiny steel helmets (actually stainless steel pots) that could not be broken even with stone axes!

However, it is a pity that these "yellow-skinned gods" from the West, compared with the "white-skinned gods" from the East, seem to have gone to the other extreme, and are too kind to everyone, not only to the Tlaxcala, but also to the Aztecs, and have not at all understood who their enemies are and who are their old friends - at first, when the little Sicautcato learned that the expeditionary force of the Kingdom of Honshutizgan had arrived in the valley of Mexico, he was very excited and immediately sent an envoy to contact, At the same time, he persuaded the elders to mobilize the entire clan of warriors and unite with the Honshutizgans to defeat the Aztecs, their old enemies. Unbeknownst to him, the envoy he sent to contact was still halfway there, and news had already arrived from the valley of Mexico that the Honshuitizgans had formally signed an armistice with the Aztecs...... It almost made little Sicotecato, who had lost his face, angry.

Therefore, when the expeditionary force arrived in Tlaxcala, Sicotecato Jr. was very cold to them for a while, until the prince of the "god" named "Wendehei" did a lot of public relations work, which reluctantly eased the relationship.

Then, the political situation in the region changed drastically again - the second group of Spaniards landed in Mexico and sent people to inform the surrounding tribes, claiming that the previous Cortés was a rogue criminal, and did not represent the legitimacy of the Spanish royal family, and sooner or later all of them would be captured and brought to justice! …,

Discovering that Cortez, who was relied on by him, was actually just the leader of a wanted criminal, the lords and factions of the Tlaxcala alliance immediately panicked, and the main battle faction Sicato Jr. saw the hope of regaining his authority and immediately led all his cronies to the meeting.

Then, there was a nondescript "anti-Cortez Grand League", and now the Battle of Veracruz......

(Voice of the Mystery: Engaging in united front work and making oneself more numerous has always been the strength of our party!) ）

Just as he was thinking about what had happened in the past few months, there was an annoying shouting in his ears.

“…… My lord! Your Excellency! ”

A Tlaxcala warrior ran over panting, shouting from afar, "...... The people of Honshutizgan have sent messengers saying that they are about to fire the kind of weapon that makes a loud noise, and we are too close, and I hope you will stand back a little bit, so that you will not be frightened! ”

“…… It's all right, I've seen white people use that kind of weapon that explodes, and the noise doesn't scare me! ”

Sicotecato Jr. raised his chin haughtily and pursed his lips with a slight disdain, "...... You can only see clearly if you get closer......"

However, before he could finish his confident words, the next moment, a sudden shaking caused him to fall to the grass. And a series of tooth-aching shrill whistles made his ears buzz even more!

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“…… Whoa-whoa-"

The air reverberated like a muffled thunderbolt, the ground began to shake violently, orange-red flashes suddenly rose from the front, and a scorching wave of air with a pungent smell spread out in all directions. In the smoke of gunpowder, rows of rockets could be seen flying one after another, screaming towards the wooden fortress in front of them - of course, there were occasionally some inferior goods that fell in the middle of the process......

The Indian and Spanish soldiers of all nationalities gathered around the battlefield watched almost dumbfounded at the hundreds of rockets, dragging piercing the sky with a piercing scream, and swooping down on the Velacruz fortress as a target!

Compared with primitive smoothbore artillery, which could only fire solid and iron-sand shotguns at the beginning of the Age of Discovery, and had a very limited range, this "flying water pipe" that was often used by Palestinian resistance groups in the 21st century to bombard Jerusalem was quite powerful. Although it is far less spectacular than the Katyusha rocket launcher destroying the German tank cluster in the World War II movie, for the Indians and Spaniards who have experienced this terrifying power firsthand, it can already make them really think that the end of Shijie has come!

-- High-explosive bombs rained down from the sky, releasing intense heat. Almost instantly, the rudimentary wooden fortress was quickly transformed into a smoky, terrifying sea of fire. , and even the entire mountain was devastated by the incendiary bombs, and the flames were raging. Even from a short distance, you can faintly hear a series of terrible screams, curses, and howls, as well as the loud sound of buildings collapsing in flames...... The mushroom clouds formed after the explosion rose one after another, and the air was filled with a terrifying smell of burnt and gunpowder, and the terrible howl of the defenders when they were dying was for a time overshadowed the earth-shattering explosion, making everyone feel creepy and cold sweat.

I have to admit that some of the Cortés expedition members in the fortress of Veracruz are really very strong. In the gap between the two rounds of rocket fire, they were able to shoot a few shells from a sea of fire with the remnants of the heavy artillery as a counterattack. But even their longest-range artillery could not reach the rocket firing positions two kilometers away...,

Then, after the second batch of rockets deployed in another position was also fired, with a violent explosion, the blazing fortress of Veracruz finally stopped firing back, and except for the crackling of flames, there was only a deathly silence.

Not to mention that the Indians, who had little experience of hot weapon warfare, almost all thought that the gods were angry, and even the Spanish soldiers who had fought in Europe had never seen such a terrible scene - they might have seen their comrades sieveed by shotguns and bullets, or they might have seen their ships shattered and flesh and blood flying by artillery fire, but such a swift and merciless devastating blow was completely beyond their imagination: it took less than four minutes, A strong stockade disappeared in the light of explosions and fires!

However, Comrade Maimaiti, who planned this "ultra-violent demolition" on the spot, still seems to be a little dissatisfied with this effect," ...... If you could have stacked some liquefied gas tanks in front of it, it is estimated that it would have been able to blow up more thoroughly...... Forget it, you can't ask too much in a place like this......"

…… Hey, how the hell did you help the Palestinians demolish Israeli settlements in the past?!!

As time passed, among the more than 30,000 allied troops around the battlefield, some people finally recovered from their stupor--before the others could make a move, the Aztec Royal Guard, who had just suffered a defeat here not long ago and was eager for revenge, took the lead in rushing forward despite the fact that the fire was still burning everywhere on the entire hill and the heat was rolling.

And the commander who personally brandished a long sword and led this force to take the lead was a figure that all the traversers were very familiar with.

“…… Huh? Isn't that guy Kuauchtmok? How did he end up there? ”

Wang Qiu, who had been busy shuttling between the two planes to carry arms and materials in the past two days, and had a somewhat disjointed grasp of the situation on the front line, couldn't help but ask strangely, "...... Wasn't the general who originally commanded the Aztec Royal Guard a middle-aged uncle named Kakama? ”

“…… Belch? Your little lover Snow Ji Delan didn't tell you about this? Senior Sister Ma Tong glanced back at him and said, "...... Kakama, who was originally in command of the Aztec Royal Guard, was recalled a few days ago without knowing that Weishenme, probably to hold him responsible for the defeat! Our old friend Kuohetmok took the opportunity to master this army......"

When Wang Qiu heard this, he couldn't help frowning, as if he had thought of some kind of bad prospect...... But without evidence, it's not easy to talk nonsense.

In short, there was no more suspense about what happened next - the only 100 or so Spaniards and a few Indian slaves in the stockade had almost all been charred in the flames, and the few lucky ones who were not burned were quickly killed by the Aztecs - or worse, they were knocked unconscious with sticks, tied up, and ready to be escorted back to the capital to be skinned and sacrificed to the gods.

The rest of the coalition forces simply stood by and watched, and even the Spanish soldiers under Navarez did not seem to want to stop it, because they really couldn't afford to contradict the allies with whom they had established a cooperative relationship for the sake of the lives and deaths of a group of traitorous bandits.

Next, it was time for this huge coalition army, which had just been gathered, to separate and go their separate ways.