Su Qing and Xiao Zeyu sped back to Mo City three days later. They could see the black smoke billowing from afar as they sped forward.
As they got closer, they could hear loud shouts. The Northern Barbarians were nomadic like the Tartans. Their weapons were sharp scimitars. Everyone was good at archery and riding horses. Their folk customs were fierce.
It was as if they were not afraid of death. When the soldiers in front died in battle, the soldiers behind them became even more valiant. They were also tall and burly and ate beef and mutton all year round, so they were much stronger than the Central Plainsmen.
They were all wearing jackets made of sheepskin, hats with bird feathers on their heads, and animal skins around their waists. Their skin was black and red, and they were excited when they fought.
Under the leadership of Old General Cheng Yu, the Xiao Family's Army of Mo City killed the enemies bravely, and none of them cowered in the face of the mighty Northern Barbarians.
