Four days later, a burst of galloping horse sounds roared like muffled thunder, coming closer from afar, heading straight from the Song Country official road towards Hangzhou.
The thundering hooves kicked up a cloud of dust, swirling like a whirlwind, revealing row upon row of strong cavalrymen at the forefront, dressed in animal skins with open chested strong clothes, and wearing hats marked with long eagle feathers, each one broad-shouldered and robust.
"Black Wind passing through, make way quickly! Apologies for any offense!"
The leader, a burly man, shouted loudly, raising his horsewhip high in the air, swinging it in the air, then striking down heavily on the horse's rump, making the strong horse neigh in pain and run even faster.
The following elite mountain bandits from Black Wind Village all imitated the shout, their voices spreading far along the official road, with the sound of horsewhips crackling, each fearless rider like a gale sweeping through, clearing the way.
