"Chieftain, the Canine Descendants are scattering in defeat!"
The sun dipped low in the west, reddening the yellow leaves among the mountains. Chieftain Mespa, dressed as an ordinary warrior in cotton armor, took two steps to climb the nearest knoll. While he listened to the family samurai's report, his gaze stretched toward the distant battlefield.
A couple of miles away, the Red Dog's banners wavered in retreat to the north, and red-haired figures fled in panic. Mespa finally let out a satisfied laugh.
"Ha-ha! After a persistent chase, we've finally caught the wild dogs by the tail! Send the order down, all the samurai in the front rush for me! The samurai in the rear quicken your pace, pay no mind to the fleeing troops along the way. Whoever captures the barbarians' leader, I will reward him with two hundred acres of good farmland from the valley's fief!"
"At your command, Chieftain!"
