"Master!" A skunk sentinel of the Kunk tribe slid down the vine at the top of the hill, breathlessly shouting, "Forty miles to the west in the hills, a large army is heading our way! By the God of War, there are as many of them as a migrating herd of wild buffalo."
Cui Beixi's face immediately turned grim.
"Damn! The goblin bandits from Razor Mountain are finally here!" Old Liu, with a cigar in his mouth, loudly called for the nearby militia to arm themselves in battle armor.
The mournful sound of the snail horn stirred the whole of Feilengcui into action.
All the slaves digging the moat were called back.
Evacuation and pre-battle preparations were proceeding in an orderly manner.
