The first thing to enter their field of vision was a white horse. The woman on its back had golden hair which streamed behind her as it galloped and what she held in her hands were not reins but an AK47. She had a smoking hot figure and her features were very pretty too but she had nothing of a gentle feminine air - she was like a ferocious bandit. 

She was the chieftain of the White Hun Tribe, Dayetia. 

A few hundred warhorses were right behind Dayetia and the women riding them were not just young girls - some were already white-haired with age while some were girls in their teens. They carried AK47s in their hands, and some some had World War Two bolt action rifles, while others carried spears and blades; their weapons varied. Just looking at their ages and weapons alone was like seeing a gathering of different birds, but if one would be making a big mistake if he really thought they were different. They were all ready for combat in mountains and forests and had the fighting spirit of the Huns. One would have a headache...