"Run! There's a village ahead, hide quickly."
"Dad!"
"Husband!"
"Don't worry about me, I'm going to fight them."
To the west of Qingshan County, more than three hundred miles, night falls.
In the mountains and forests, vague shadows stir, horses panic Jing Mountain, wails echo through the empty sky.
Among the trees, the bushes rustle, frightened figures stagger through the woods, desperately fleeing.
Behind them, the relentless sound of horse hooves and screams, like death knells, keeps everyone from daring to rest for even a moment.
A man forcefully pushes his wife and son towards a cliff ahead, pushes them across, then turns to grab the longbow on his back, draws the bow, fits an arrow, eyes fixed on the dark, ghostly dense forest ahead.
Soon, in the forest ahead, a horse neighs loudly, its hooves pounding closer urgently, like a death knell.
"Whoosh"
