"Dilu! Agwa ba ulado!"
The tall man took off his war helm and shouted toward the center of the town.
His voice was like a great bell, reverberating far and wide until it filled Richan Town. The town's pigs and sheep crashed against their pens in a panic. The two camels owned by Zheng Xiu and his wife collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and trembling uncontrollably.
"Hah!"
"Hah!"
"Hah!"
Behind the man, over a hundred soldiers in strange Armor drew peculiar weapons from their waists—each about four feet long and shaped like an Iron Fan. In unison, they struck the round plates on their chests, letting out a sky-shaking roar.
"Husband…"
Xie Luohe came out from the back kitchen, where she had been washing dishes. Her sleeves were rolled up, her hands still dripping, as she patted her husband awake where he was dozing on the counter.
"I heard them."
Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes, still drowsy, and stretched.
"So, we…"
