"Wooo…" The ten thousand cavalrymen lowered their heads and weeped and wailed. All steppe men were warriors, and those who had died fighting Da Yue had been their fathers, uncles, and brothers.
"Cry! Cry harder! Today you shed your tears, and tomorrow we will make Hongji Le Golden Roc and all those traitorous animals bleed!" Helian Zheng yelled out, his hand slashing the air in front of him and his face as cold and severe as primordial ice on the peaks of snow mountains.
A sack flew through the air and plopped down in from of the army, countless bloody ears spilling out from the loose opening.
"Last night the Pixiu Tribe colluded with the Golden Roc Tribe, holding the Queen Mother hostage and attempting an assassination on this King." Helian Zheng continued in his frosty voice. "I have sent the entire tribe to meet Tengri."
The entire tribe!
Mouths fell open, forgotten tears even slipping down onto their tongues.