The purple sunset turned to red, and the green valley mouth was drenched in fresh blood. Three thousand rodent-like tribal people faced directly against two thousand leopard-and-tiger-like Imperial Guards along the rolling mountain pass.
Under the flag of Black Wolf, the Imperial Guard Warriors formed a battle formation, swinging their war clubs in unison, forcefully slashing at the enemy's heads, necks, and abdomens. The Canine Descendants Tribes fell like cornstalks, splashing out bursts of vitality. The tribal people's formation was loose, their morale low, lacking war experience, and they posed almost no threat. They thrust their stone spears, leaving only shallow punctures in the warriors' cotton armor, before being killed by the sharp war clubs. The frantic sounds of slaughter carried on the wind, soon turning into the moans of the dying and the screams of terror.
