The golden morning sun rose from the eastern horizon. The Mexica Alliance's legions surged in through the western city gate. The dark-green flood poured in without end, and in less than half a day, the vanguard of four thousand had become the main force of more than ten thousand. Then the entire broad Golden Bay City was drowned beneath an irresistible tide!
"Praise the Main God! Punish the rebel people! Praise His Highness! Invincible in war!"
The Alliance warriors wore armor and carried weapons, their bodies brimming with killing intent. They shouted the Main God's name, and under the guidance of Golden Bay Tribe warriors, swiftly split into thousand-man warrior camps, then rushed toward the scattered allied forces from each tribe within the city.
Seeing the Mexica Legion appear so suddenly, the Totonac tribespeople in the city were terrified and panic-stricken, hiding in their thatched huts and trembling. They had not yet come back to their senses from yesterday's festival revelry, and completely unprepared, they faced the descent of the Main God!
The more than twenty thousand Eastern Allied Forces in the city had lost their leaders, were suddenly attacked, and were divided and surrounded in camps everywhere. Shocked and thrown into confusion, they could barely organize any decent resistance before they were struck by continuous arrow rain, split apart by squads of Copper Axes, then stabbed down in swathes by long spears, their camp defenses broken one by one!
The dark-green flood came like a tide, and the allied camps everywhere were like dunes on a beach, holding together for only a moment before vanishing. Soon, only corpses lay scattered throughout the city, smearing wide patches of fresh blood. Dying screams echoed through the entire city-state. Squad after squad, thousands upon thousands of allied captives, filled with terror and