The morning sun rose, clouds and rosy vapors stretching for ten thousand zhang; this was the autumn light of September. The mountain wind sighed and moaned, and the long-rolled Wolf Banner blazed bright. Cooking smoke curled upward, lightly brushing the fluttering eagle feathers. Outside the level expanse of Shuigu City, the unbroken Mexica camp was bathed in the bright morning light, gradually swelling with the clamor of voices.
"Beep, beep-beep!"
The bugle sounded, and tens of thousands of legion warriors woke from their sleep. They straightened their armor, tended their weapons, and prepared the morning meal.
"Wooo—! Wooo—!"
Desolate horns carried across the broad valley, startling awake more than twenty farming garrisons that stretched for dozens of li. Under the shouted orders of the Militia captains, thousands upon thousands of Tlaxcalan Moth People crawled out from crude shacks and earthen burrows. Then everyone, men and women, old and young alike, gathered before the Main God's emblem at the center of the camp.
Soon, led by the priests of the Main God, more than a hundred thousand people raised their heads as one, facing the morning light in the east, and prayed to the supreme Main God!
"Praise our god Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme and great, omnipotent! He grants us sunlight and rain, harvest and food!."
The chaotic prayers rang through the broad valley, like a sudden downpour in the rainy season, then merged into orderly thunder. This kind of mass-gathered prayer was so unforgettable every time it was held, deeply engraved in the hearts of villagers and warriors alike!
At this moment, many Tlaxcalans who had only just converted to the Main God could not stop tears from flowing. In the sky, it was as if a beam of light fell upon their barren, parched fields of the heart, driving