Outside Shuigu City, in the commander's great tent, everything was solemn and quiet. A light wind blew past, seeming to carry a few distant shouts from farmers, along with the faint scent of burning fields. This was the smell of spring plowing, and even more, the hope of autumn harvest.
Xolotl sat cross-legged on the carpet, looking at Miwa, the personal guard a few steps before him, his whole body slick with sweat. Smiling, he asked in a deep voice.
"Miwa, you said just now that Black Wolf has words for me?"
"Yes! Great Chief Death God."
The red-haired personal guard Miwa stood in the center of the great tent. Looking at the Great Chief Death God seated above, he nodded solemnly in assent.
"I didn't stop once along the way and ran straight to your great tent precisely to carry Black Wolf Chief's message!"
Hearing this, Xolotl became rather interested and asked with a smile.
"Oh? What words?"
Miwa lifted his head and looked at the sky in the west. Imitating Black Wolf's posture, one hand clenched into a fist at his chest and the other hanging at his side, he suddenly laughed aloud.
".Haaha! I, Black Wolf Toltec, needed only one day to capture Mountain Peak City!"
".Cough, cough cough!"
Seeing this lifelike performance, Xolotl suddenly froze. After coughing twice, he almost burst out laughing. Then he curled the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and asked again.
"After taking Mountain Peak City, how many casualties did the legion suffer? And how many did they kill or wound, how many did they capture?"
"Uh..."
Miwa was instantly stunned, not knowing what to say. The legion had just taken Mountain Peak City when he had jumped straight down from the wall and run for two days, a hundred