"Yabushan! Yabushan!" A desert warrior sprinted from a distance, running and shouting, "The enemy is here! Our enemy is here!"
"They should have come earlier," Ali Dai wiped his thick beard that covered half of his face, slid the golden blade into its sheath, and climbed up the wooden ladder leaning against the earthen wall with a "thud, thud, thud." He turned back to the group of strong men and yelled, "Hurry up, chop down those date palms!"
The desert warriors immediately bowed and answered, dragged two bodies aside, and each pulled out their gleaming scimitars, heading towards the dense rows of date palms thirty yards behind the dirt wall. The sharp scimitars chopped into the tough wood, ringing out with a "clang, clang," and these date palm trunks, already half-cut, now fell one after another with a "crash, crash," as they were struck by the sharp blades.
