Ten plump turkey horn blowers immediately took off the ox-horn trumpets from their waists and blew three long and two short, urgent yet clear trumpet sounds. Under the command of the horn, three elite brigades of the "God of War's Whips" formed a huge square formation and began to charge forward. Each brigade's drummers, wielding their muscular arms, forcefully swung their massive bone hammers.
"Boom—Boom—Boom—"
The winds and clouds changed color, the earth trembled, and even the air began to feel suffocating.
"Boom—Boom—Boom," the orderly and weighty drumbeats perfectly matched each step taken by every Beamon warrior, and these three thousand Beamon warriors' synchronized steps seemed, in that moment, to transform into a giant hammer striking the war drums, with the broad expanse of the earth itself as the drum surface.
Ravines, echoes, and banners.
