Chapter 52 Eastward

The curtain of rain connecting the heavens and the earth enveloped the world, and August marked the fiercest time of the rainy season.

Another week of wind and rain passed in the blink of an eye. During this week, Aweit remained calm amidst the storm, sitting steady like a fisherman waiting for a catch. He was just quietly waiting for the two most important pieces of news from both the North and the East.

The Tarasco people from the southern shore organized several naval attacks, but they were all sound and fury, signifying nothing. They brought merely three to four thousand militiamen to harass us, scattered over several days' distance along the river, exerting psychological pressure on the Mexica.

Xiulote was somewhat worried, "Xilotepec City has already rebelled, if the Tarasco people cross the river in large numbers, where should we retreat to?"