The city of Tenochtitlan in June 1520 was bathed in strong winds and heavy rain.

Thick dark clouds obscured the entire sky, engulfing the beleaguered city in an endless dark haze.

Strong mountain winds swept across the waters of Lake Texcoco, dispelling the stench of corpses and smoke that permeated the city; Silver light danced in the dim sky, then turned into a downpour of rain that washed over the wide, ruined streets.

Murky rain mixed with corpses and blood stains flowed slowly through the city's streets. Spanish swords, obsidian machetes, and discarded crossbows were scattered on the ground, and the corpses of Tlaxcala, Aztec, and Spaniards were a mixture, unrecognizable as flesh began to decay. Ornate palaces and altars have collapsed and collapsed in endless street fighting, and the pungent smell of corpses permeates every corner of the city, almost suffocating. There are traces of blood and death everywhere, showing a kind of poignancy and tragedy like purgatory.

-- The unprecedentedly fierce street fighting in the city of Tenochtitlan has been going on for three months, and it has not yet ended.

After uniting the Aztec rebels of the puppet emperor Essiteri Shozito and successfully crossing the lake along the causeway and attacking this prosperous and magnificent city on the lake, Cortés sent men to destroy the elevated aqueduct that carried the mountain snow water to the city of Tenochtitlan, cutting off the supply of fresh water to the city's resistance to Liliang, and at the same time raiding and burning many granaries in the city, trying to starve the recalcitrant Aztecs to death.

But the tenacious inhabitants of Tenochtitlan are worthy of being called a fighting people who dominate Central America. Even if the emperor who led them had died in battle, even if they could only drink the water of the lake containing nitrate and eat grass roots, grass seeds, and calla lilies, they still insisted on fighting the enemy to the death. The invaders, with an army of tens of thousands, gradually occupied most of the neighborhoods and major buildings, but they were never able to completely quell the remnants of resistance in the city.

Next, in order to meet the rapidly approaching expeditionary force of the kingdom of Hungshutizgan, Cortés and his allies had to draw most of their forces from the city of Tenochtitlan and transfer them to the village of Otumba to organize the battle.

The Aztec army in Tenochtitlan took the opportunity to launch a counteroffensive, taking advantage of the relative emptiness of the enemy's forces, and gradually regained half of the city's block, making the battle gradually turn a corner. When the victory at Otumba and the news of the defeat of the Spanish expedition and the rebels came, the Aztec warriors who had fought in the city of Tenochtitlan rejoiced, believing that the hope of restoring their country was at hand.

These warriors, who have been fighting tenaciously for months among the rubble and ruins, are eagerly longing for their new leader, Emperor Kuohtmok, to return with reinforcements as soon as possible, and then lead them to launch a vigorous counter-offensive to wash away the shame of the fall of the capital with the blood of the enemy!

However, the hopes of the Aztec warriors were doomed, and there would never be any more vigorous battles in Tenochtitlan.

Because, almost as the remnants of the Spanish army and rebels fled to the city of Tenochtitlan to join their remaining troops in the city, a terrible and fierce plague suddenly broke out in the city, "fairly" taking the lives of most of the people on both sides at the same time.

-- After months of brutal street fighting, almost every street in the city of Tenochtitlan was filled with the corpses of rotting maggots, and no one bothered to clean them up, making them an excellent breeding ground for all kinds of germs...... As a result, the plague broke out here especially fiercely! …,

After the Battle of Otumba, Cortés originally had a group of Spanish soldiers left around him, plus the remaining troops in the rear, a total of nearly 600. But within ten days of escaping back to Tenochtitlan, his descendants had died in the plague with just over forty men. And the 8,000 Indian allies he left in Tenochtitlan also died of disease or fled from the plague, and Zuihou only had about 300 people left.

It stands to reason that this was supposed to be a godsend for the Aztecs to launch a major counteroffensive against the enemy and reclaim the entire capital in one fell swoop. But the problem was that the Aztecs died in this plague even faster than the Spaniards under Cortés!

-- Severely impaired by the arduous fortification of the city and the poor dietary conditions, and the lack of immunity to these unfamiliar germs more than the Spaniards...... As a result, the city of Tenochtitlan was littered with corpses for a while, and the lives of thousands of Aztecs were instantly evaporated like morning dew in the plague.

The few lucky ones who were lucky enough not to be sick had to flee to the suburbs in a canoe in tears, not daring to stay longer in this city of death.

The city of Tenochtitlan, which had a population of two or three hundred thousand before the war, soon became a deserted ghost town. With the exception of some of the most stubborn Aztecs, who would rather die than leave their homes, and some unlucky people who have nowhere to go, almost everyone avoids this place.

Cortez and his handful of subordinates are among the unlucky ones trapped in this ghost town with nowhere to go.

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In a magnificent megalithic palace in the middle of the city of Tenochtitlan, there is a lot of stench and garbage. Drunken Spanish soldiers, delirious with bottles and swords, stumbled around the courtyards, corridors and halls. Even though it was daylight, they could still be heard laughing and cursing incoherently, and the screams of local Aboriginal women being abused.

With the rapid spread of the plague and the increasingly desperate situation, a group of Spaniards trapped in this place have begun to completely abandon themselves, and all the military discipline and order are decadent -- while they have not yet died of the plague, they have wine, food and women around them, and they are drunk and indulged in lust all day long, in short, they can live happily day by day...... As long as you can drink tequila today and hug the indigenous girl you stole before, tomorrow you will be infected with the plague and die, or you will be stabbed to death by the Aztecs with a javelin, it will be worth it.

And several Spanish commanders who were lucky enough to not die also borrowed wine all day long to drown their sorrows, drunk and dreamed of death, and had no intention of restraining their subordinates at all.

- Anyway, everyone will soon go to see God together, and why don't you take advantage of this zuihou day to indulge in a good time?

At this point, they had little hope in Cortés' grand plan to conquer Mexico.

But the problem is that at this time, this team has fallen into a situation where it is difficult to ride a tiger. Neither the Aztecs, the Tlaxcala, nor the Chinese expeditionary forces, nor even the commander of the Cuban contingent for the Spaniards, Navaes, now refuse to leave them a way to live. The low-level minions surrendered and were generally admitted, but Cortés' cronies were all executed. These high-ranking commanders can't get off at the moment when they are on the back of a tiger, so they can only follow Cortez to live and die together to see if they can wait for any miracle.

Hona. Cortez curled up in a thick blanket, frowning at the sight of his men drinking and making noise all around. …,

Out of his old habits, he really wanted to stand up and scold him, showing his majesty as the supreme commander. But his extremely weak body and hoarse and aching throat made him unable to stand up or scream, so he had to close his eyes and sigh helplessly.

- During the fateful Battle of Otumba, Cortés "bravely" tried to use his spear against the Traveler's ten-wheeled truck, but was knocked out on the spot, breaking the bone in his right leg and several ribs. After escaping from the battlefield and being rescued by his cronies in Tenochtitlan, Cortés unfortunately contracted malaria again, and his whole body kept swinging from morning to night: for a moment he felt hot all over, as if he was sitting on the stove and sweating profusely; After a while, it was like falling into an ice cellar, so cold that he was wrapped in a thick blanket and kept shivering......

Therefore, in the face of this smoky and decadent scene, Cortez is also neither willing nor able to control it.

What's more, deep down in his heart, he is also as decadent and desperate as his subordinates.

In the early days of the plague, Cortez also tried to abandon the sick and escape from the city of death with his healthy men.

However, the city of Tenochtitlan is located on an island in the middle of Lake Texcoco, and if Cortés' expedition wanted to leave the city, they would have to either take the causeway that connects the island to the mainland, or they would have to take the waterway by boat.

However, the Aztec canoe fleet still controlled the lake, and the Spaniards did not even have a raft in their hands, so the waterway was not accessible at all. The causeway they had taken when they entered the city was now firmly blocked by the advance troops of the Aztecs and the expeditionary force of the Kingdom of Hungshutizgan, and the Spaniards, who had been greatly reduced in strength, failed to break through after several attempts, so they could only retreat back into the city again and wait for death.

The city of Tenochtitlan, which Cortés had painstakingly tried to capture a few months earlier, had now become a solid cage for himself.

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PS: Regarding the experience of how Director Ma was honed to become an auspicious rui, I did draw on a paragraph I saw in Baidu Tieba before, and adapted it from the idea of a single person crossing many times in it, but the content has definitely been adapted by myself. The author's signature was not given on that post.,If it weren't for today's enthusiastic readers pointing it out.,I really don't know that the original author of this paragraph is a special white predecessor of the network.。

Especially white seniors, I borrowed your idea without saying a word in advance, I'm really sorry, and please understand.

In short, in my setting, several members of the Chrono Chengguan team have their own very striking personality traits, and their personalities also have their own origins - the supreme leader, Director Ma, is an extreme nationalist, and the causes of his personality have been described in the previous chapter. Political Commissar Yang Wenli is a loyal believer in international communism, adhering to the concept of "all shijie proletarians unite", which can also be said to be a kind of red "universal value", which is opposed to Director Ma in many aspects, and the causes of his character will be explained in the following content.

Therefore, in the face of Director Ma's extreme anti-human and anti-civilization behavior, Political Commissar Yang, who is an old-timer, will leave in anger.

Wang Qiu is just a mediocre ordinary college student at the beginning of the novel, with only a little courage and adventurous spirit, and his character still needs to be honed. And Senior Sister Ma Tong has the attributes of a rotten girl, a lily girl and a gold worshipper, and occasionally likes to be funny, but she is not evil in her heart. On the surface, Captain Cai Rong looks like a crazy little girl and otaku, but in fact...... Well, that's going to be talked about later.

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