Before Huli Ping Fortress, the kingdom's two hundred armored warriors of every tribe stood with bows in hand, facing off from afar against the Hebian Tribe's one hundred tribal mounted archers. Bule, Noble Chief of the Hebian Tribe, walked forward leading his horse and came respectfully before Maha Aguda's mount, offering snow-white sable pelts and his daughter, Pearl. As for Aohala, chief of the Hebian Tribe, he widened his Eagle Archer eyes and waited for the response from the "leader Noyan" opposite them, to decide how the tribe's warriors should react.
"..."
At this moment, Maha Aguda sat astride his Jurchen warhorse, high above, looking down on the humble tribal Noble Chief with a very cold expression. Then his appraising gaze swept over the tribal girl Pearl on horseback, and she, too, pressed her lips together and stared at him with wide eyes.
As for the bundle of snow-sable pelts in Pearl's hands, they did not draw Aguda's attention in the slightest. The Maha Tribe was a Wild Jurchen tribe that hunted through the forests, and pelts of this quality were in fact something the tribe had by the armful. As a Wild Jurchen chief, he did not care about the snowy whiteness or splendor of those furs, lacking that sort of "aesthetic" beyond survival instinct. What he liked more, of course, was...
"Give it to me!..."
Maha Aguda stretched out a large hand, his gaze burning as he fixed it tightly on the area beneath the girl Pearl... It was a very lively and rather tall Mongol horse, the best horse in the entire Hebian Tribe after only the chief's own mount. Seeing the hand this "Noyan" extended, Bule was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood. He gritted his teeth, pained for several breaths, but still handed the