The army made a simple camp in a rain-sheltered hollow of the mountain and rested for the night. Dawn was just breaking when Xiulote woke in his leaky tent. He felt his single-layer garment, already soaked through by the fine rain and dew. Fortunately, the Mexican Plateau during the rainy season was quite warm, with temperatures comfortably above twenty degrees, so there was no need to worry about the cold.
Marching and fighting were always arduous. Without a robust physique, it was impossible to withstand the harsh natural environment and endure the relentless pain and slaughter required to become a fearsome Samurai, let alone rise to the rank of a Commander bearing the flag of a commander.
