The mountain path connecting Grey Soil Village and the Black-collar Tribe had seen so much traffic recently that the weeds were completely trampled away. The path had even widened enough for two or three horses to ride abreast.
Babulin was currently leading his squad along the path toward the Black-collar Tribe.
Soon, a group of Cavalry appeared on the path ahead.
"Quick! Turn the horses around! Retreat!"
Babulin gave the order without hesitation, and his squad immediately turned and fell back.
They had long grown accustomed to these provocations and were even using the enemy's pursuit to hone their squad's Riding Skill.
Uunei Knight of Sain Territory led his men in pursuit.
He hadn't known a single day of peace since being transferred to the Black-collar Tribe.
If you gave chase, they wouldn't fight.
If you didn't, they'd dare to ride right up to your gates.
Uunei was on the verge of a mental breakdown because of these bastards.
