Arrows crisscrossed, and the corpses without armor fell from the city walls. Bright red marks smeared the walls of gray mortar. From afar, various shades of red seemed to perfectly merge with the volcanic rock palaces within the city.
Wooden ladders hooked onto the four or five meters high city head, and armored Mexica warriors roared fiercely, chopping with their bronze axes on the city head.
"Chief Divine protect! Die! Die!..."
After ten days of continuous harassment and shooting, the morale of Zapotec militia on the city head had already sunk to a low point. And the only two to three hundred warriors from Ant Mound City had long been targeted by the archers, shot to death with bronze arrows. When a group of tonsured guards climbed the corners of North City like furious jaguars, that overwhelming sweeping massacre finally became "the last corn leaf that broke the back basket."
"Ah! The city is broken... the ferocious Aztecs have slaughtered in!"
