An ambush during pursuit, the commander dead in battle, the divine feather bundle trampled underfoot by the Mexica People—great bands of savage soldiers kept surging out of the mountain forests, sweeping in from both wings to encircle them. The Mixtec battle line held for only a quarter of an hour before it could endure no more. Thousands of warriors cried out in panic and fear, and under the ferocious surprise attack, they collapsed.
At this point, the battle officially entered a new stage of chasing down the fleeing and cutting apart the routed—and the truly violent casualties began from this moment!
"Chase them! Hack off their heads and capture their warriors! This is all military merit! Awooo!"
The Dog-kin warriors roared and howled in excitement. They ran and pursued through the mountain forest with astonishing speed, like packs of hunting hounds, pouncing the lagging enemies to the ground. They brandished Copper Spears, chopped down with Copper Axes, then pulled out Sisal Ropes, skillfully binding their captives' hands and feet while plundering the noble warriors' wealth as they pleased.
The Mixtec states lay within the geologically active Sierra Madre del Sur, and likewise abounded in gold and silver. Their goldsmiths and silversmiths were highly skilled, able to forge all manner of exquisite gold and silver necklaces and ornaments. And the faith of Rain God Dzahui also revered the colors of gold and silver. Thus, the necks of Mixtec nobles were always a brilliant expanse, flashing with a soul-stirring light.
Victory was already decided, and the corner of Black Wolf Toltec's mouth curled up. He watched the enemy army flee and be slaughtered, feeling carefree and pleased for a moment, before gradually returning to calm. He had experienced scenes like this far too many times, and today's battle could not be called