The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, mixed with the rude shouts of the soldiers and the crisp sound of whips, like invisible whips, hitting Gong Daye's tense nerves. She subconsciously shrank deeper into the haystack, her heart beating so fast that it almost burst through her chest.
The old woman's face turned pale, she hurriedly wiped her hands with a rag, walked quickly to the door, lifted a corner of the door curtain and looked out. I heard her say something to the outside with a trembling voice, her tone full of flattery and fear.
Gong Daye held his breath and tried hard to discern the conversation outside. The man known as "Agulamouk" had a loud and irritable voice. He spoke a language that was harder for her to understand, but the occasional Chinese characters mixed in made her roughly guess that he was asking about the situation in the camp, and he seemed to have mentioned "newly received goods."
