"Dadadada..."
"Neigh! Neigh!..."
"Tengri, Blue Sky above! There are actually two hundred armored men across from us, two hundred armored Ulus with iron weapons?! Which southern myriarchy sent this force?"
"Damn it! When a large band of armored men appears, it is never a good thing. Those tribute-collecting parties from the myriarchies are even more brutal and greedy... Quick! All men, mount up, take your bows and arrows, and gather outside the fortress! There's no time. Women, children, the old and weak all stay behind, stay in the fortress and guard it!"
"Ah?!..."
"Quick!!..."
"Main God as witness! Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty... ninety-six... why are there still some riding ponies?..."
The Heihe flowed on in surging waves. Facing the Kingdom's force as it drew steadily closer, the gates of Huli Ping Fortress stood wide open, as if no defense had been prepared at all. Immediately afterward, the cavalry of Aolahala's Hebian Tribe hurriedly poured out, and in the end they actually managed to muster a full hundred riders!
"They're all bow-armed cavalry, most with no armor, almost no metal weapons... Their riding is formidable, extremely formidable, as if they grew out of their saddles!..."
Zuwaro narrowed his eyes and raised the Divine Eye Lens, observing these nomadic tribal horse archers he was seeing for the first time. These hundred tribal cavalry were clearly divided into two types, with obvious differences from their clothing to their mounts.
The first type were elite horse archers wearing Leather Armor and leather caps, probably what were called "Ulus" warriors. There were about twenty of them, roughly two-tenths of the total. They generally rode tall warhorses, gripped horn bows in both hands, and sat on horseback by their legs alone. Leather quivers and waterskins hung on either side of their saddles, and behind the horses