"Report!!"
At this moment, a long report came from outside the tent.
A burly soldier wearing a beast skin hat with a braid entered the tent, knelt on one knee, and reported, "Report to the Marshal! One of our patrols has been slaughtered, not a single survivor. Now there's movement from the enemy."
The atmosphere inside the tent immediately fell silent.
Almost simultaneously, cries of battle, not particularly intimidating, came faintly from outside.
...
A moment earlier!
On the plains, a dozen Mongolian Brave Soldiers swiftly herded the crowd like a whirlwind.
When they saw a group of Black Wind Village Players who blatantly and extremely arrogantly set up a banquet table within the defensive lines of both sides, their eyes turned red, and they rushed over, cursing loudly.
"(Mongolian) You! Move!"
"(Mongolian) Take back! You Song Dog!"
