White clouds like snow, casting the shadow of the sky. The sky blue as a mirror, reflecting the bright red of the ground. The long wind carried the boiling battle cries, dispersing the clouds above, offering a sacrifice to the highest gods. The Sun God then looked down impassively, watching the massive, cruel battlefield, guiding countless souls to their destination.
On the hill where the sunlight fell, Olosh, covered in blood, finally broke through all obstacles! The ferocious Jaguar warriors charged to the front of the Commander’s Flag, and with two fierce swings, he cut down the enemy leader guarding the flag. Then he let out a tiger’s roar, snapped the flag with both hands, and the elegant, tall "Feathers" Commander’s Flag thunderously fell!
Seeing the scene before them, the surrounding battlefield paused for a moment. The sacred flag toppled to the ground, trampled into the mud by many bloodstained feet, without mercy. Moments later, a roar erupted across the sky, followed by countless cries of despair!
The remaining Chapala center troops disintegrated. The Samurai holding the rear no longer held their ground. They dropped their shields in despair, wildly slashing until they quickly exhausted their strength and were stabbed to death by dense Long Spears. The Archers in the rear dropped their bows and arrows and turned to flee. They exposed their vulnerable backs and were continuously brought down by the pursuing Samurai, crying out in terror. Soon, the warriors who outflanked from both sides came killing, and the Militia fell to their knees powerless. They made no resistance, thousands surrendered, waiting for the judgment of fate!
Tens of thousands of warriors chased the defeated to the north, tens of thousands of enemy troops fled like a horde of rats. The Black Wolf’s banner gleamed in the sunlight and fluttered in the strong wind.
Xiulote looked at the victorious battlefield and laughed heartily, his laughter full of confidence and boldness. The glorious victory finally came, as satisfying as the stupor from wine!
Then, the Young Commander glanced at the still-resisting left flank of the enemy troops and once again waved the red command flag. Two cannon changed direction, aimed from the side, and fired two more Thunderbolts!
The thunderous Thunderbolts exploded amidst the sky-blue Samurai formation, grazing the Chief Commander’s flag, knocking down several trusted aides. The scattering stones "bang bang" shot through the air, hitting Ahonda’s helmet and raising dust, which swooped in and obscured his vision. Ahonda, the Family Head of the "Sky," staggered from the deafening blast, still shouting words to motivate the warriors.
A moment later, when the dust finally cleared, Ahonda abruptly fell silent. He looked around; all of the Allied Forces had either already retreated, were dispersing, or had surrendered. The surrounding enemy troops rapidly closed in, some wielding club shields, others gathering Long Spears, some holding Amulets, completely encircling the remaining over two thousand "Sky" warriors.
"Family Head, the Marshal has fled! The situation is lost, let us protect you and break out!"
The loyal escorts gathered close. They wore faces of despair, preparing to fight to the death.
Ahonda flashed a wretched smile. He looked around, three different corps’ banners tightly enveloping the four directions. Not far away, three thousand Archers ascended a small hill, holding Longbows and Crossbows, aiming at his own formation. There were also dozens of Craftsmen, pushing two roaring wooden cannons closer.
"Where to escape? We served as the rearguard for the army; we have no way out long ago!"
At these words, the Family Head of the "Sky" suddenly became emotional and burst out angrily.
"How can the Red Hawk and Red Sparrow fly in the same sky? Cowardly Red Sparrow! Pengguari, you betrayed the three gods, betrayed the Kingdom, betrayed the Alliance’s oath! You will plummet into the abyss underneath the earth!!"
Ahonda turned around, gazing westward. That was the direction of the Feather Army that had fled and the homeland he could no longer return to. He let out a deep roar, like the curse of prophecy.
"Feathers of Chapala, though you may escape for a moment, you cannot escape the future! You will eventually be captured by the enemy, die on the sacrificial altar! I will wait for you in the Divine Kingdom above!!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding escorts looked at each other in shock, at a loss for words. The Family Head was highly esteemed after many years of battle; they wanted to persuade him but were momentarily unable to speak.
At that moment, an Envoy from the enemy army approached the front. He wore the clothes of the Mexica people, but he spoke with the accent of the northern Tarasco.
"The incarnation of the divine, the undefeated His Highness Xiulote, has sent me with his merciful command: Surrender, brave General of Chapala! Follow the great Alliance, convert to the highest Chief Divine, fight for the new Sun! You will retain your Nobility status, keep your Personal Army guards, and in the soon-to-be-extinct Tarasco Kingdom, your family’s legacy will continue!"
Upon hearing this, Ahonda suddenly raised his head, glaring forward.
He saw the towering Wolf Banner moving this way, beneath it the solemn enemy’s Personal Army, and hundreds of fierce and formidable Jaguar warriors. A not-so-tall Samurai was escorted by an elite corps in the center, slowly walking this way. He wore a colorful Feather Crown, dressed in black and gold War Clothes, one hand holding a moss green Feather Shield with divine images, the other a deep red Spear Flag symbolizing the Marshal, dazzling like the descent of a god! By his side, a warrior with a face as primitive as an ape’s, was quietly whispering something.
Xiulote handed the great banner to the flag officer behind him, stepping toward the sky-blue enemy warriors. Sko, "The Monkey" Kuluka, softly reported nearby, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"My lord, the opposing Chapala commander is an outstanding old general, leading true elites. He managed to respond quickly to the canon and Spear Formation, maintaining the morale of his troops; he truly is formidable!...He must be a member of the Great Nobility, with generations of family warriors under his command. For the future conquest of the Chapala Lake Region, such a person will be very useful!"