"What? Totonac fleet?!"
Upon hearing scout Mountain Bird's shout, the old militia Chiwaco was taken aback, his heart racing as if suddenly gripped by the enormous hand of fate. Without hesitation, he immediately issued an order.
"Tawalu, have the warriors don their armor! Sailors, board the longships, prepare to fight! Hurry!"
"Yes! Captain!"
Tawalu promptly picked up the horn, blowing "Didi" as he ran towards the camp. Soon, the tranquil camp became lively, filled with the hurried figures of bustling people.
Next, Chiwaco rushed over to Mountain Bird in two steps. He gazed at the northern rivermouth, where small indistinct dots were gradually approaching, but he couldn't see them clearly.
"Mountain Bird, your eyesight is good. Quick! Count them for me, how many ships are coming?"
"Large canoes... twenty, twenty, twenty, twenty, twenty... and some small boats..."
