"Chief Divine's protection! Capture! Capture!!"
"Don't cut their necks, cut their arms! Knock their weapons away, knock them down into the snow, tie them up with hemp rope!…"
"律,律!"
The sky gradually darkened, the bright sunshine was but a fleeting song. The freezing snow, however, is the eternal theme of the snowy plains, just like the tribe's cold battles on this land.
"Chief Divine as my witness! There are more than twenty people in the Large Ship Tribe, less than half of whom are warriors wielding spears and knives. Though they are short in stature, they are as fearless and daring as wolves, knowing how to coordinate with each other and somewhat methodical. But those sailors holding daggers are like deer huddled tightly together, with no room to swing a strike, collapsing at the first charge!…"
