As Ollantay stepped forward to embrace the peace, Corujo signaled his hidden archers. They did not shoot to kill, but to pin. Ollantay was overwhelmed, chained, and dragged before the very man he once called brother.
Corujo knew he could not take the fortress by force without losing half his army. So, he used the one weapon Ollantay had no defense against: Hope. ollantay corujo
Corujo marched his legions to the valley. The battle was ferocious. Ollantaytambo was a fortress of terraces and narrow passages. Ollantay’s men hurled boulders and rained arrows from the heights. Corujo, however, used the terrain against them. He dammed the Urubamba River, diverting the waters to flood the lower valley, washing away Ollantay’s supplies. As Ollantay stepped forward to embrace the peace,
For weeks, the stalemate held. Ollantay stood atop the Sun Temple, looking down at the campfires of Corujo’s army below. He was a giant among men, but he was starving. Corujo knew he could not take the fortress
"I am the shield of the Empire," Corujo replied, his voice devoid of warmth. "Take him to Cusco."