Chapter 62

The dim moon hung diagonally in the sky, with the stars glittering all around.

The people of Terdun lifted the sheepskin rafts into the water, quietly paddling towards the East Bank.

The dead of night was actually not the best time for a sneak attack; in the utter silence, even the smallest sounds of the day could be easily detected.

Therefore, the people of Terdun chose to strike before dawn.

The river babbled, birds circled and chirped, and packs of wolves howled in the wilderness. The continuous chopping, hammering, and neighing of horses and men still persisted in the Terdun camp.

In this way, the sound of the oars blended into the background noise of nature and was almost indistinguishable.

Before they realized it, the sheepskin rafts had already floated across the heart of the river; the East Bank of Big Horn River was tranquil.

Apart from a few crows, the people of Terdun didn't notice any living creature being disturbed by their presence.