"What a grand river!" Xiulote stood on the hill, looking at the Lerma River, and couldn't help but feel moved.
"Indeed, it really is a grand river!" Aweit also stood by, the command flag on his back raised high.
He looked toward the East where the river originated, then to the northeast where Xilotepec City was located, and finally to the north where the King's camp lay, sincerely admiring it all.
"Xiulote, do you know what's so great about this river?" Aweit asked with a smile.
"What's great about the river? It must be that marching along the river is fast, and transporting provisions is convenient," the clever youth understood immediately.
"Right. And this location is especially good," Aweit nodded in agreement. "Do you know, how long does it take from here to the Mexica's main camp outside Xilotepec City?"
"I'm not like you, having fought wars around here, how would I know the exact terrain?" the young man shook his head.