The young commander's gaze fell once more upon the map inside the grand tent, landing on the mark for the city of Patzcuaro.
He watched the southern front, where the main legions of both sides were locked in battle. Armies of a hundred thousand had been slaughtering each other for months, star warriors falling like rain, nobility withering like flowers! More importantly, the Akanbaro State was situated in the mountainous forest area, naturally defensible but not affluent, completely reliant on the supply lines from the rear. At this very moment, the supply route starting from the city of Patzcuaro was the southern enemy's lifeline!
Xiulote pondered for a moment; many thoughts flickered vaguely, yet they were disordered and difficult to resolve. He shook his head gently and looked again at the respectful and obedient Ezpan, gesturing him away.
"Ezpan, you may leave now. Drill those surrendered Tarasco troops well; form the second spear legion!"