The long wind billows, flags flutter high. When Xiulote led the grand army, carrying heavy cannons, towards the coast of the Totonac in the East, in the Kingdom of the Lake two thousand miles away, a new long expedition was about to set sail!
By the Atoyac Lake, the Zicao port was bustling. Batches of immigrants from Water Valley City were boarding the foreign yet vibrant southern counties under the escort of Prepecha Warriors. Large groups of county warriors had already been waiting at the port for some time.
These transported captive immigrants would rest for a few days at the camp outside Zicao City before being sent to the garrison camps in the two counties. Everything was familiar and orderly. Among the team were Preaching Priests of the Chief Divine, as well as the True Believers from last year's Tlaxcala garrison, tasked with comforting the immigrants' hearts.
