Swift figures flashed across the vast grassland, they were wearing hideous black armor, and even their horses were wearing black armor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This makes them blend in perfectly with the night around them. The scimitars they held in their hands shimmered with a dark red cold light, which looked even more hideous in the night.

The black shadow quickly moved towards the hinterland of the grassland, although it was very light, but it still alarmed many cows, sheep and horses along the way, the cattle and sheep let out all kinds of frightened cries, and the horses also neighed deeply. They sometimes marched in an orderly and messy manner, with bodies like black towers with great deterrent power, and the most ferocious wolves living in the grassland did not dare to come forward. In the silent night, the eyes of everyone in the cavalry team flashed with green light, and there was a trace of cruelty and indifference in their cold eyes.

Under the bright full moon, the light of the bonfires was dim, and the tents arranged like astrolabes looked chaotic. It was already dark at night, but the place was still brightly lit, and the tent was quiet, but a murderous aura was revealed.

A middle-aged man in the armor of General Seris sat on the only bed in the tent, surrounded by cavalrymen dressed in Seris fish scale armor, the cavalry were neatly lined up, and there was a fierce light in his eyes. They did not move in the pouring rain, each with a resolute countenance, and the violent thunder around them did not terrify them in the slightest.

Suddenly, there was a light sound of horses' hooves all around, and thanks to the reason of the perennial battle, the cavalrymen who had long been trained to be sharp noticed it. The cavalry, which had been neatly lined up just a moment ago, immediately scattered in all directions, and with a wave of the man's hand, all of them immediately turned over and dismounted, and all of them fell to their knees.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped abruptly, and a pair of Simbuyi cavalrymen wearing black hideous armor appeared in the man's field of vision, they were dressed in neat and uniform black armor, their whole bodies were well-equipped, and the armor was polished crystal clear. Those cavalrymen were not only extremely tall and handsome, but even the horses under their crotches were tall and handsome.

The man subconsciously inquired about his subordinates. Then he shook his head in disappointment, his subordinates had different styles of armor, except for the fact that they were all the same as the Seris fish scale armor, the rest were different in terms of the type of weapon and the degree of decay of the armor, and some of the armor they wore was even patched together with a variety of different Seris fish scale armor, they were short in stature, and their appearance was also very obscene and vicious, and the war horses on the side were also extremely short, and they did not have the momentum of the other party at all. But looking at the resolute faces and calm temperament of those cavalrymen, the man nodded with great satisfaction.

They are the best warriors who can survive in any extreme environment, and just a little food and water is all they need to keep them fighting. Obey orders, fight bravely, and never leave their leader to flee without permission, as long as the leader does not retreat, they will fight to the death. The grassland people do not pay attention to any prestige, they only pay attention to practicality, whether they are good warriors or not, appearance is not important, survival in the grassland is more important than anything else.

The man's action naturally did not hide from the pair of Simbuyi cavalry, the leader of which showed a smile, and then turned over and dismounted, and gave the man a hug, his height was about the same as the man, and the man was also very tall, with a height of more than 1.9 meters, and his broad shoulders and waist were very strong. After embracing each other, the man bowed to the man.

"Wooden thorns see the general's messenger. The man said in a deep, strange voice.

The man was momentarily surprised that Wood Thorn could speak songs, although Wood Thorn's songs seemed very stiff and obscure, but a leader of a steppe tribe could actually speak the language of the Republic. Then he was relieved, since it was the person the general was looking for, it would be strange if he didn't even have this ability.

His thoughts were only for a moment, and then he smiled and said to the wooden thorn who was still kneeling on the ground: "Wooden thorn, you are a friend of the general, please get up, if the general knows, he will blame me, you must know that you are more important in the eyes of the general than me, the captain of the cavalry." ”

The wooden thorn then stood up, and the wooden thorn said to the visitor: "I don't know what is the matter with the messenger, whether the general has any instructions." So saying, he led the men into his tent, and the Sinbuyi cavalry was still standing in order, drenched in the fierce rain, and their hair was soaked, but they did not move at all.

The moment the visitor entered the tent, he glanced at the subordinates of the wooden thorns, and then his eyes flashed with admiration. It was to the wood thorns, and it was also to the subordinates of the wood thorns, and the steppe people knelt in the muddy and foul-smelling muddy water that had been washed by the rain, and they were all half-kneeling, as if they would never get up without the order of the wood thorns. There was a fierceness in their eyes, and there was no change in their resolute countenances.

It seemed that these steppe people were indeed a fierce enemy, and even Lyuyeino, who knew the steppe people very well, felt a little surprised.

There was a frenzy in his heart, how pleasant it was to confront such a powerful enemy, and that is how a soldier should be, and sure enough, only on the battlefield could I feel the meaning of life.

These are the most powerful of the Tatar tribes loyal to the Republic. There are many different peoples living in the Oghuz steppe, and they are divided into many small tribes, among which the Cossacks have all been united, they are united under the leadership of Sak Khan, and the Seljuks and Magyars have been conquered by Sak Khan. Today, the Tatars are the largest of the remaining nomadic tribes, and the Wooden Thorns are the most powerful of the Tatars. Moreover, the Wood Thorn Division, which has maintained a marriage relationship with the Republic for three generations, has always been a diehard loyalist of the Republic.

Lyuyeno had come secretly this time as a personal envoy of Nishizawa Uyi, on the one hand, to inquire and plan some things from the Wood Thorn Khan, and on the other hand, to send various weapons and a map of the distribution of the rivers that had not been poisoned.

There was another sound of horses' hooves, and the sound of the horses' hooves became lighter, until they were covered by the rumbling thunder in the torrential rain. The wooden thorn looked up and saw that the figures of the pair of horsemen had long since disappeared, and it turned out to be the thunder in the sky, and the thunder and the sound of the horses' hooves were almost indistinguishable in the dull rainstorm, and no one could tell the difference between the sound of the horses' hooves and the thunder in this kind of weather. Just like in the old spicy steppe hunter, you can't shoot your bow and arrow 200 meters away.

Wooden Thorn looked at the long-vanished Goliath, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Hmph, Cossacks, with the support of that big country in the West, you just wait for the scimitars of the Tatars. The spurs seemed to have seen the Cossack women struggling under the crotch of the Tatar men, heard the helpless wails and weepings of the women, saw the heads of the Cossacks being cut off, and heard the hearty laughter of the people. He couldn't help but laugh. He didn't even notice that his daughter, Lost Min, appeared next to him.

Lost Min frowned and looked at his father, did his father really think that the Goliaths could be trusted? In Lost Min's heart, it was those Goliaths who caused the current situation in the steppe. So she refused to marry into the nobility of the Goliaths, despite her father's orders. She almost fell out with her father for this, but she just swore to die, and there was no tradition on the grassland that her parents had to obey.

After Mu Thorn finished laughing, he suddenly found his daughter standing beside him, he snorted coldly, and left without looking. She knew her father too well, a wolf on a leash who had been confused by the holy teachings of the Goliaths, and who did not have the responsibility that a steppe man should have, groveling to the Goliath who caused her mother's death, and constantly currying favor with the Goliaths for her own ambitions, and even transferring her fear and anger towards the Goliaths to the Cossacks, a seemingly powerful but actually a cowardly waste.

Lost Min looked at his father's figure, revealing a hint of mockery, the eagle with wings spread on the steppe also has a day of aging, the former Tatar patriarch has become a pawn of the Goliaths to control the steppe, the last defeat has smoothed out the teeth and wildness of this wolf, even if such a person grows bigger, he will not pose the slightest threat to the Goliaths, but to others he is a mad dog that has lost his mind, a dog controlled by the Goliaths.

Looking at the starry sky outside the window, Nishizawa couldn't help but feel the beauty of the starry sky of the grassland.

"Soon the whole grassland will fall into greater slaughter, and only against the backdrop of ugliness can the beauty of tranquility be more reflected. Drinking the blood-like wine in his glass, a hint of intoxication flashed in Nishizawa's eyes. He thought about the bloody scene with the starry sky, what a strange combination it should be, and it could show the beauty of the starry sky even more.

Beautiful things always have to be set off by ugly things.

Suddenly, he put down the cup in his hand, his eyes looked straight out, and he showed a charming smile.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and after a three-day trek, Lyuyeno finally returned. A fierce offensive is coming.

This year, it seems to be the same as usual. After the initial nervousness, the tribal chieftains of the steppe saw that the Goliaths did not launch any attack, and once again fought with each other, and the Woodthorn tribe rose rapidly in the battle. While the chieftains of the tribe were busy fighting for pastures, a terrible plague swept in, first the livestock, then the people, and a large number of steppe men fell, and even a good witch doctor could not drive away the devil from them, which seemed to be Tengri's punishment, or curse.

No one found out that only the people of the Woodthorn tribe were fine, and the cunning Woodthorn Khan had long known the importance of secrecy. And no one would have thought that this was a man-made disaster, they just thought that it was just another plague, where people deal with death every year, storms, lightning, wars, winters, droughts, hunger have already made them numb to death, and plagues often break out, but this time it is destined to be different from what they thought.

Although the plague takes the lives of many warriors every day, the war will not disappear because of the arrival of the disease. In May, the tribes elected their so-called leaders in the area of the old royal court. Although it has no practical effect, the chiefs of the various tribes will still argue with reason. This is not only a false name, but also a symbol of strength, a kind of recognition, every time the conference, some former hegemons will disappear, and every time there will be a dark horse from it. The steppe people worship force and heroism, and they compete for false alliances, and they will not give in to each other.

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