"This is not the Pallas camp."
Jert shook his head.
"Not?" Ma Youfu was taken aback.
The young man nodded slowly, moving his frozen and stiff limbs slightly: "They're mountain people."
"Mountain people?"
"Weren't they fighting with Pallas—?" Ma Youfu asked in surprise. "Why are they here? Are they planning to invade at this time? That would be a stroke of luck for us!"
But Jert shook his head, it wasn't that simple: "There are many groups among the mountain people, they might be coming for us."
"What?"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I know them better than you do. Alright, go inform the communication team, we're preparing to retreat," Jert replied, "It's snowing, we can't hide here anymore, we need to switch our clothes."
Ma Youfu looked at his companion and nodded.
...
"Mountain people?"
The snowflakes in the sky grew denser.
