On the seaside in December, there is light wind and light rain. The drizzle was blown away by the wind, and fell in the burning stone city, and also soaked the blood on the top of the city circle by circle.

"Lord God bless! Charge, charge!..."

The Totonak vanguards of the brigade, wearing simple paper armor and holding high bronze spears, charged ferociously into the fallen Carved Stone City. They were merciless, stabbing to death the resisting tribal warriors in the city, and killing those who had surrendered in despair.

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