Drizzling rain fell from the sky, into the earthen burial pits, pattering on the asphalt-blackened piles of bones, flowing between the tall stone steles, and brushing across the grim, murderous faces of the many legion generals.
The land of the Totonac had a tropical savanna climate, warm and humid all year round. The coastal lowlands were especially hot, with much rain and wind in summer, to the point that they could be farmed year-round. At this moment, fine rain was falling and a cool breeze was blowing, bringing a thread of chill that made people feel refreshed at once.
Black Wolf Toltec lifted his head and gazed at the assembled generals, pondering for a long while. At the great camp of Tree Snake City, he had received His Highness's decree and led a lone army on the Eastern Expedition, descending from a plateau over two thousand meters high and marching more than five hundred li before finally fighting his way to the Eastern Sea shore occupied by the Totonac.
Now, the army had completely left the supply range of the great camp at Tree Snake City and arrived in the coastal region where the Alliance's influence was weak, entering into outright enmity with all the Totonac tribes. The task he bore was no longer to raid, seize captives, burn everything, and leave, but to truly take root along the coast and establish a harbor stronghold where the Kingdom's fleet could put out to sea. In other words, he had to begin managing the local area, had to take root here, obtain the local supply of grain and materials, and feed more than ten thousand troops by himself.
Black Wolf General frowned slightly, feeling the heavy pressure. He thought for quite a while before facing the respectfully waiting generals and speaking