The elderly and the women of the small tribe, left behind to guard the camp, watched as their grain, tents, and other winter supplies were loaded onto carts. Then, looking at the armed soldiers, they could only allow themselves to be driven toward the direction of the city.
"I said we're inviting them, so be gentle and polite! Don't be so rough!" Yanyan watched the hundred-rider unit of assimilated Hu people with satisfaction, but still reached out with his foot to kick a soldier who had roughly hoisted a child onto a warhorse.
The kicked soldier grinned, then bent down to straighten the child, who had been lying face-down across the horse's neck, settling him properly in the saddle.
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