His army was undisciplined, drunk on their successful invasion of the hated Americans, but the wise guerilla Captain sensed that wouldn't be enough to defeat the group of survivors from his dream. The blond man had been hard and Cesar recognized the future battle. When it came, he would be ready and none of them would stand. There was a feeling of importance to the woman disappearing into the fog. Maria would be the key to that battle.
Shoving the toddlers away from his leg, Cesar summoned his slave to care for them. When his sons were older, they too would be sacrifices for the cause. The evil slave trader grinned, letting out a battle cry that was echoed by his men.
"Muerte a Estados Unidos!" Death to America.