Give me the earth counter

This is the story of the 34th horde of brace, narrated primarily by Sov scribe and composed of 23 members, organized in almost military troops and hierarchical. Iron, Pack and Crocs. Their goal? From the extreme downstream, back, walk towards the extreme upstream, the latest three of the nine forms of wind and with that question that keeps coming up: Why? Why the horde, why does the wind blows?
Early in the book, our 34th horde against already for 28 years and it was only the beginning of his true events.

You can leave out the shape a bit confusing (reverse page numbering, acronym assigned to each member of the horde for identifying who speaks or says, no lexicon for a new rich and exotic vocabulary, even mystical) to focus on interest in history.

They told me to hang on the first 70 pages, but I have joined early this troupe, leaving me away, sometimes without understanding what I was reading, but clinging to this group dynamic. The purpose of their life does have meaning? In any case it has value, from the fight, the physical relationship they have with the wind.
This fight, ultimate fighting, this desire to go through. This quest, this wonderful and breathtaking quest where we suffer with the horde, where one dies with it in its struggle against the winds, the prosecution seeking to eliminate these chronous (form of life, a phenomenon concept natural?) playing with time, direction and space. This struggle of every moment, in the desert, in water, in Norska, icy and deadly ...

We do not spring free from this story. Exceptional.