Another two days passed. After several rounds of skirmishes and clashes, the Grey Feather Species-led troops finally caught up with the main invading enemy force this time.
Crude circular wooden tents were set up on the snow, half buried underground for warmth. Despite being savages, they had some basic survival skills.
As the Grey Feather Species-led troops appeared, urgent horns sounded in the enemy camp, and a large number of wildlings, with strange sounds, charged up the slopes with makeshift weapons. In the snow, they resembled ugly little dots.
"Front row, ready!"
"Fire!" The commander on horseback signaled the accompanying troops, issuing the firing order. A series of smoke puffs rose, and the crisp sounds of gunfire echoed in the valley.
"Huff-huff-huff-"
