The long wind howled, blowing over the battlefield strewn with agonized screams. The brilliant sunlight illuminated the vibrant, bloody conflict.
From the sky above, two vast legions let out earth-shaking cries, converging like swarms of ants into tight formations. The Chapala Legion occupied a small hill with a tactical advantage, with ten thousand samurai firmly stationed on and around the hill, four thousand militia archers prepared their bows from on high, and twelve thousand militia advanced to harass the enemy.
The harassing militia, two thousand strong in each wave, spread out in a loose formation. Under the hail of longbow arrows, they threw stones and Stone Spears, causing trivial casualties, only to be repeatedly pinned down before the formation, their blood dyeing the red mud. From time to time, militia wailed as they broke and retreated, only to be corralled by the samurai behind them, who then forcefully coerced them to charge forward once more!