"General, I am grateful for your generous hospitality these past days, but I must go to Luoyang..."
Shamohan sat helplessly before the table, watching the armored soldiers perform their war dance and occasionally glancing at the young general beside him.
After Shamohan arrived in Bing Province, Wen Yang had forcibly detained him there.
Detained was not quite the right word. In Wen Yang's words, he had long admired this foreign heir and had specially kept him as a guest to fulfill his duties as host.
At that moment, Wen Yang sat to one side, watching the armored soldiers in the distance perform their fierce war dance. He and Shamohan occupied the seats of honor, with fine wine laid out before them, and Wen Yang looked thoroughly pleased.
Hearing Shamohan's words, Wen Yang waved a hand and cut him off. "We hit it off the moment we met. Why hurry there? Stay a few more days!"
Shamohan said nothing more.
Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, Wen Yang led them out hunting. Bing Province was a natural hunting ground, with no need to bring game in from elsewhere; wild animals were everywhere. At Wen Yang's command, everyone began hunting, and the Xianbei horsemen Shamohan had brought each displayed their prowess.
Unwilling to be outdone, they began hunting cooperatively.
Wen Yang calmly observed this.
The Xiongnu were actually being outclassed in mounted archery by this group, despite being elite Xiongnu warriors Wen Yang had carefully selected to serve as his personal guards.
Strictly speaking, it was not their mounted archery skills that were being outclassed. They were losing because of coordination.
Hunting was the embryonic form of warfare. Especially in cavalry combat, coordination during a hunt could reveal certain tactical habits.
Shamohan appeared thoroughly refined and was neither servile nor