The melee in the mountains was a mess, with the sounds of battle shaking the heavens. Once the warriors were locked in close combat, it became very difficult to command them. Hearing Uman's order, only a hundred or so tribal warriors who had not yet engaged obeyed the command. They quickly split into two groups, circling to both sides of the Otomi army at an angle, then crouched low and charged like hunting dogs!
As the flanks charged, the fighting became even more brutal. The samurai formations on both wings shook for a moment, slightly disorganized. Ottopan Warriors and Guajili fighters grappled with each other, like wild beasts tearing into each other, each delivering deadly attacks. In just a moment, dozens lay fallen!
The red-haired Canine Hunters stood up straight, straining to shoot at the Longbow Warriors, while the archers on the other side quickly returned fire. Arrows crisscrossed the mountain paths, many flying into the woods, startling the eagles into flight.