Chapter 174 Battle of Lake Yuriria Part 1

Time rushed by, and before long it was the end of September. The weather became ever clearer, and in the fields, the corn had produced fully grown ears, the final harvest was about to arrive.

Standing on the walls of the Rivermouth fortress, Ospe looked out at the flowing Lerma River, but could not see any trace of the Mexica naval fleet.

He furrowed his brow and sank into deep thought. According to the latest reconnaissance by the scouts, the enemy camp on the North Coast was brimming with warriors donned in armor, Pike Warriors, and many toiling Militia. On the wooden fort at its center, the flag of the Mexica Holy City's lineage fluttered high. The number of the enemy warriors amounted to tens of thousands, seemingly no different from before.

"But the main force of the enemy's naval forces is nowhere to be found."

The "Crocodile" nobility tilted his head up to the brilliant sky and murmured to himself.