After a moment of reflection, the Young Commander gathered his scattered thoughts and looked again toward the southern bank of the Lerma River. The villages and farmland along the coast, stretching for miles, lay abandoned, and distant fortresses undulated among the hills, controlling all the river mouths and passages. Tarasco's legions were stationed behind stone forts and wooden fortresses, and their Naval Forces hid within Cuitzeo Lake. The main force of the enemy remained as elusive as a fog, hard to clearly discern, causing unease.
"Such is the fog of war!"
Xiulote looked on for a long time and sighed softly.