When the dust finally began to settle, a towering figure emerged - Alinaq, the shaman leader, his green eyes gleaming with triumph. But at his feet, a crumpled form lay motionless - Yuhan, the young prince of Solarice, his azure-flame armor barely flickering and scorched.
Alinaq gazed down at the fallen prince, a faint smile playing on his lips. "A valiant effort, boy, but in the end you were no match for the power of the mon..... .
Before he finish his sentence his head flying in the air. The mongols with a face of utter shock couldn't utter a thing.
Feng lai on his horse with a spear in his one hand and the head of alinaq on the other. He raises his head to mongols.
The mongols who's front line collapsed and jiro leading a massacre against them could only do one thing.
The drums of retreat was made bardul carried by his men and the once formidable mongols endure their worst defeat as they retreat.
Conclusion- solarice = 65,000 soldiers and 900 ki users. Remaining 38,000 soldiers and 500 ki users.
Mongols- 78,000 soldiers and 1000 shamans. Remaining 30,000 soldiers and 70 shamans with the death of alinaq.
The solarice troops cheer with joy the battlefield filled with joy. Jiro smiling and cheering with them.
Se la picks up the battered yuhan and says.You did well my little fox.( in a soothing tone and a smile in her face).
THE CELEBRATION-
The solarice camp filled with The soldiers, their armor still stained with the grime of battle, had gathered in the central plaza to celebrate their hard-won triumph over the Mongol horde.
Barrels of ale and casks of wine had been procured, and the men eagerly indulged, their inhibitions lowered by the intoxicating libations. Laughter and boisterous singing echoed through the camp, the soldiers never experienced this pleasure under the former governor xu ma.
Jiro, his normally stoic expression softened by the effects of the alcohol, sat by the crackling fire, a tankard of ale in hand. He observed the scene with a mix of pride and weariness, his gaze sweeping over the jubilant soldiers.
"To think, we once doubted our ability to stand against the might of the Mongols," he mused, his voice tinged with a newfound respect for their comrades-in-arms. "And yet, here we are, victorious."
Feng lai, his tall height and long hair towering over the revelers, let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Aye, and it's all thanks to our will of fire replied, clapping jiro on the back with enough force to nearly send the swordsman tumbling to the ground.
But the celebration was not confined to the central plaza alone. In a secluded corner of the encampment, a makeshift brothel had been hastily erected, its doors open to the victorious soldiers. Thousands of women came some willing for the money and some sold for money.The air was thick with the scent of perfume and the sounds of muffled moans, as the men sought respite from the rigors of war in the arms .
Suddenly, a hush fell over the camp as a figure emerged from the shadows – it was Yuhan, his once-pristine martial arts gi now tattered and stained with blood And him bandaged. Beside him, the imposing presence of Se La commanded the attention of all who laid eyes upon her.
Jiro, his massive frame towering over the revelers, let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Well, if it isn't the young prince, returned from the jaws of defeat!" He slaps his back nearly making him fall.
Yuhan, his features etched with a mixture of fatigue and determination, offered a faint smile in return. "Jiro, Feng Lai – I'm glad to see you both still standing."
Hey kid come join the party feng then tries to offer him a glass of ale. But he was sent flying out of the camp with a ki blast by se la.
Se la in Authoritative tone her face filled with fury shouts.
IF ANYONE DARES To GIVE HIM A SINGLE DROP OF ALCOHOL I SWEAR I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS.
The camp filled with fear no one able to lift their heads trembling collectively kneel and shout.
YES My Liege.
Se la then turns her attention to yuhan giving him a glare that can pierce through him. Says in a authoritative tone.
If you dare try revelry or sip a drink of ale I will personally hang you myself.
Yuhan with his ever calm demeanor with a smile on his face kneels and says.
Your wish is my command aunty.
We then move to the mongol grand Hall.
Altan surrounded by his strategists and gives bardul a warm gaze and asks where is alinaq.
Bardul raised his head, his eyes hollow and his expression grim. "My Khan," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Alinaq... he is dead."
Altan Khan's eyes widened, a flicker of emotion crossing his weathered features. "Alinaq?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "How?"
Bardul clenched his fists, the frustration evident in his posture. "The solarice witch and her commanders were too strong.
Altan Khan's expression darkened, the realization of their devastating defeat sinking in. "You mean to tell me," he said, his voice low and menacing, "that we have been beaten?"
Bardul nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Yes, my Khan. We have been defeated."
The command tent fell silent, the only sound the crackle of the fire in the brazier. Altan Khan's gaze was fixed on Bardul, his eyes narrowed in a mixture of anger and disappointment.
"This is unacceptable," the Khan growled, his fist slamming against the table, causing the nearby maps and documents to scatter. "The Mongol horde has never known defeat!"
Bardul stood in silence, his head bowed, as the weight of their failure hung heavily in the air. The once-invincible Mongol army had been broken altan then sends a letter to zev who is stationed at maryu.
Deliver it to zev now.