"Tlaxcalans? Eat our tortillas?!"

The sun is high and the sun is shining. There is no winter on the Mexica Plateau. At this time, the sunshine in late autumn can still make people sweat. Tai Shishan, the leader of the village, was dripping with sweat, his eyes widened, and he stared at Luo Duyi, the head of the station in front of him, and shouted sharply.

"Old Luo! This is our village's food! Our village's cake! Why do people from Tlaxcala eat it?!"

"Taishan... this is going through the army, fighting

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