"Lord Na Yan! Bowed to the lord... I am Amo, the pastoral slave of Orala, herding sheep for the lord of the tribe... I don't know which Tumen Great Master sent you? Are you here to collect cattle and sheep, conscript soldiers, or just passing by?"
The Heilongjiang River flows slowly, its rolling waves moistening the black soil, and the lush grass fattens the herds. It's the best season on the prairie, with cattle, sheep, and horses all in their prime. Pastoral slave Amo buried his head deep into the ground, smelling the earthy scent, not daring to look directly at the "Wulusi" cavalry atop their horses, so nervous he almost wet himself.
