AWOOOOOOO!!!
The long horn call sounded, echoing across the vast snow plain, between earth and sky.
North of Snow Sea Pass.
On one side: the chieftains of the various wild people tribes.
On the other: General Zheng, mounted on his horse.
Behind both sides, over a thousand cavalry were arrayed.
However, there was no palpable tension, no air of drawn swords and taut bows, between the two factions.
It was as if the massacre that had recently occurred south of Snow Sea Pass, leaving fields of corpses, had nothing to do with them. And indeed, it hadn't involved these specific individuals.
AWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The second round of horn calls came.
A group of wild people, clad in distinctive animal hides, their bodies deliberately smeared with paint and adorned with feathers, emerged from their military formation and began to sing and dance.
This was a ritual of the wild people, typically performed around a bonfire during significant gatherings.
