The sound wasn't a single person's cry, but rather the clamor of hundreds, maybe thousands, of people shouting at once. It was a chaotic, jumbled mess.
"What's that sound?!" Han Ning exclaimed, startled. He saw looks of alarm on everyone else's faces as well.
"It doesn't sound like the language of the Xia Country... Is it Russian?" Teacher Fang asked, frowning.
"Probably Russian. I've seen movies from the Mao Bear Country, and they pronounce things like that," someone spoke up.
No one paid any mind to what kind of movies this student watched. They all rushed to the windows in the direction of the sound and peered outside.
Several beams of brilliant light stood out starkly against the ink-black night.
It was the glow of headlights and taillights.
