"Wolf cub! It's wolf cub!" Chen Tieniu yelled at the top of his lungs, and his voice almost broke.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Jing's arm tightly, with an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice, "His grandma's, there must be hundreds of people! But we... We only have a dozen people!"
Xiao Jing suddenly shook off his hand, his face as cold as ice.
"Why are you panicking? Is there anything you haven't seen in the Bei Rong Cavalry?"
Xiao Jing lowered his head and looked at the sand table, paddling quickly on the sand table with the faint moonlight.
This sand table is quite rough, made of ordinary sand, but it does simulate the terrain for several miles around.
This sand table was left to Xiao Jing by his father, Xiao Chengye, the former general on the border of the old town. He also said that this thing could "attract good luck and avoid evil".
Xiao Jing used to think that his father was superstitious, but when he arrived at Yumen Pass, he realized that this thing was really useful.
The Beirong cavalry were very fast, and they rushed forward in the blink of an eye.
They waved their machetes and howled at the top of their lungs, just like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.
