Time was passing, and the city of Texcoco had been fighting for more than 5 hours. The soldiers were exhausted if the hordes of the damn beasts did not seem to end.
Tito, who had his hands full of sores due to the continuous use of the crossbow, was suffering for every shot he took but could not stop even with the lesions in his hands still firing.
If he stopped firing his crossbow, he would endanger his life and that of his family, but Tito could be sure of something, and that after the battle he would be well rewarded by the empire.
Citizens who were making archaic bolts and spears also had their hands full of sores; some were even injured from handling the cutting metal.
Fortunately, doctors used alcohol and bandages to prevent them from suffering from any infection.
General Alair was extremely worried.
He wondered where the hell the quartz palace reinforcements were if they did not hurry; they could lose the city.
