The distant sound of the horn echoed through the valley.
The Highland Infantry of the Finn Column began to detach from the main formation, thousands of infantry in gray uniforms flowing like a torrent over the riverbed at the bottom of the valley—Ahead of them, the light infantry of the Blei people had already 'paved' a safe path for them—allowing them to advance unimpeded towards Vileco Mountain.
Unfortunately, the attack did not go as smoothly as expected.
The Highland Infantry Second Battalion of the Finn Column had just entered the Black Pine Forest when a hissing shout echoed through the forest: "Sarko——!" If they understood Naga language, they would certainly know what this meant.
"Throw——!"
Sani'er opened his mouth, the long howl piercing through the woods. The warriors of the Naga Clan, hidden in the pine forest, had already captured the silhouettes of humans in their jaundice eyes, and they uniformly raised their long spears, casting them downwards.
