Grasslands, rivers, the sound of hooves. Horn bow, arrows, the sound of piercing through air. Livestock, crowds, shouts. And then, the fence collapsed with a crash. Cavalry galloped, releasing the piercing signal arrow, shouting the charge. The brutal slaughter arrived in a suddenly shattered dawn like a horsehead fiddle snapping abruptly, beginning with a fight to the death!
"Who is it? Who is the enemy?!"
"It's the River-side Tribe! It's their Bow Cavalry!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! It's the Armored People! The Armored People!!..."
Forest Tribe Chief Tai Gu'en, barefooted, clamping his best Bow Spear, ran out alone from the chief's tent in the center of the camp. He had no time to care for his wife and children, he flipped onto his warhorse only then barely passing the chaotic Mongolian tents, the bustling heads and horseheads, seeing the charging and hacking enemy!
