Originally, Mo Yimiao thought that as long as this battle was completed, Attila would be the only one in the grassland.

His iron cavalry will cross the Western Sea Desert and burn the flames of war against the Seven Kingdoms once ruled by the Moyi family.

After the battle was over, Mo Yimiao rode a silver horse through the road full of corpses, followed by maids and guards.

The vast earth city was crushed and torn apart by the Iron Cavalry of Eagle City, the barley wheat and beans were trampled into the dirt before they were ripe, and the full moon scimitars and arrows stuck in the ground were irrigated by blood donations, looking like new terrible crops growing on the land.

She rode across the battlefield, the dying horses looking up and neighing at her, and the wounded moaning and screaming.

A large number of "healers" with tomahawks shuttled back and forth. They harvest countless human heads from the dead and the dying to give a complete healing to all.

Running behind them was a group of little girls who pulled their bows and arrows from the corpses, loaded them into their quivers, and handed them to the military officers in exchange for booty.

Finally, there are the emaciated and hungry ferocious wild dogs, who follow the iron horsemen all year round and enjoy the feast of the war after the war.

The town was on fire, and wisps of black smoke rose up into the blue sky.

Beneath the crumbling walls of dry dirt, warriors on horseback galloped back and forth, wielding whips to drive captured slaves away from the ashes.

Mo Yimiao deeply felt pity for the women, children and children left behind by the defeated, because she had also been deeply afraid. Many mothers were expressionless and lifeless, staggering as they pulled their sobbing children. There were only a handful of men among them, mostly crippled, cowardly, and gray-haired old men.

Mo Yidi had told her that the people of this place claimed to be descendants of the Ghost Fang Clan. But the nomadic tribes of Eagle City call them "Hesika", which means "mixed wild species".

In the past, Mo Yimiao might have mistaken them for the same tribe, as they also had bronzed skin and almond-shaped eyes.

But now you can look more closely, they have flat faces, thick short, short black hair.

Mo Yimiao saw a boy running quickly towards the river, and a warrior on horseback blocked his way and forced him to turn around.

The rest gathered him in the middle and whipped the boy and drove him to flee.

Another warrior rode up to him and whipped his thighs until the blood stained his feet red. Another whipped him to the ankle, causing him to fall to the ground.

At last, the boy had to crawl on the ground, and the warriors, bored, shot an arrow through his back.

Moyidi greeted her outside the crumbling gates. His armor was covered with a black cloak, the color of the Moyi family.

His iron gloves, knee pads, and helmet were made of black iron. When he put on his armor, the nomadic tribesmen who never wore iron clothes laughed at him for being a coward, and Mo Yidi scolded him back unceremoniously, and the two sides did not agree on a word, and the longsword of the Seven Kingdoms and the full moon scimitar of the tribe clashed sonorously, and the final result was that the body of the mocker was left to the wild dogs who followed the army.

Moyidi rode in and lifted the mask of his black helmet. "Shan Yu is waiting for you. ”

"My husband isn't hurt, is he?"

"It's a bit of a flesh wound," replied Moyidi, "out of the way." Today he killed him with his own hands, followed by his son Gago, because after his death he was the new patriarch. Attila cut off their heads, and we won, Your Highness the Princess. ”

Mo Yimiao remembered that at the banquet where he and Attila got married, he also saw Attila and the patriarch of the ghost party drinking and talking. But it was under the shadow of the Holy Spirit of Mount Bell, where every steppe horse was a brother and sister, and all strife was put aside.

Today it's a very different story.

On the other side of the road, a girl not much older than Mo Yimiao was screaming and sobbing when a fighter pushed her down on a corpse, face down, and committed violence on the spot. The other warriors also dismounted, taking turns preparing for pleasure.

I am the descendant of the true king, Mo Yimiao reminded himself while turning his face away. She gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and rode towards the city gates.

"Most of the warriors of the Ghost Fang tribe have fled," Mo Yidi said, "and even so, there are still about ten thousand captives. ”

It's 10,000 slaves, Mo Yimiao thought to herself. The Attila tribe of Eagle City did not have the food to feed these 10,000 people, and they would drive them down the river to the towns of Slave Bay downstream.

She does not have the joy of victory, which only brings more disasters and misfortunes. This is war, war is like this, she cheers herself up again and again, and all this is the price that must be paid to reclaim the Iron Throne.

"My suggestion is to send the slaves to Annam," said Moyidi, "and the price offered there is much more generous than that of the slave traders." The lord of Wu Liang said in a letter that the city had suffered a famine last year, so the brothel was willing to pay three times as much for healthy young girls and boys under the age of ten. We have enough gold to buy a large number of camels for a large army to cross the desert of the Western Sea. ”

Behind her, the abused girl made a heartbreaking sound, a long sob, which lasted endlessly, knocking on Mo Yimiao's heart.

She gripped the reins and turned the horse's head. "Tell them to stop. She commanded Moyidi.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess?" Mo Yidi was a little embarrassed.

"Didn't you hear my orders?" Mo Yimiao said, "tell them to stop." She gave a stiff order to the warriors who followed her, in the language of the tribe, "You help Moyidi, I don't want to see that." ”

Several samurai exchanged glances in confusion.

Moyidi kicks the horse closer. "Your Highness," said him, "you are kind-hearted, but I am afraid you are unaware of the custom that has always been the way it has been, and that those who have conquered it with the tip of their swords and bloodthirsty are now reaping their due. ”

On the other side of the road, the girl was still crying, and her high-pitched voice was like a wail in Mo Yimiao's ears. The first one was done and pulled up his trouser belt in satisfaction, and the other was coming to take over.

"Prairie Phoenix," said one of the warriors, drawing his full moon scimitar, to her, "if her cry offends your ears, I will go and bring her tongue to you." ”

"I don't want her to get hurt," Mo Yimiao said, "and this girl will follow me." Do as I command, or I'll do it myself. ”

"Yes. The samurai who had drawn his sword just now kicked the horse's belly, and the rest of the people followed, and the hairbell sounded softly.

"You go too. She commanded Moyidi.

"Yes, my princess. Moyidi smiled and glanced at her. "You have your brother's bearing. ”

"Mo Yilei?" she didn't understand Mo Yidi's words.

"It's not him," Mo Yidi replied, "it's the crown prince Mo Yiyan." With that, he galloped away.

Mo Yimiao heard the warriors arguing and scolding each other.

Onlookers laughed at her guards, and one even yelled for a knife to be drawn. The first to rush to the guard, the full moon scimitar, flashed, and the man's head rolled off his shoulder.

The laughter turned to swearing, and the men drew their weapons. However, two more guards arrived, and they pointed at Mo Yimiao, who was riding a silver horse, and the warriors stopped cursing and glared at her with cold black eyes, one of them spitting at her, while the others rolled over and muttered.

At the same time, the person riding on the little girl still worked hard, preoccupied with his pleasure and unaware of his surroundings.

Mo Yidi reluctantly dismounted, stretched out his hand with an iron bracer and pulled him out. The warrior, who was about to reach the peak of his pleasure, fell to the dirt, rolled over and jumped to his feet, and drew a dagger in his hand.

Mo Yidi had no choice but to reward him with a sword. Then he pulled the girl up from the pile of corpses, untied her bloodstained cloak and put it on, and then led her across the road to Mo Yimiao. "What are you going to do with her?"

The girl's eyes widened, her expression was dazed, and her whole body trembled.

Her hair was tangled with blood donation and her face was pale. "Treat her wounds. Others, follow me. Mo Yimiao drove the silver horse through the broken and crumbling city gate.

The situation in the city was even worse than outside, and countless houses were in flames. The "Healers" were busy going back and forth, carrying out their bloody work, which was too much work, and the narrow alleyways were filled with headless corpses.

On the way, whenever they saw a woman being violent, Mo Yimiao reined in the horse, sent guards to stop it, and accepted the victim as his entourage.

But Mo Yimiao didn't get the understanding of these rescued women. Only a fat, flat-nosed, woman in her forties thanked Mo Yimiao in the blunt lingua franca of the Seven Kingdoms, but the others had only a look of resentment in their eyes.

They doubted her, and Mo Yimiao understood that they were afraid that she would lead them to an even more tragic fate.

"Your Royal Highness, you can't save everyone. When they stopped for the fourth time, watching the guards bring another girl over, Mo Yidi couldn't help but say.

"I am the Holy Princess, the heir of the Seven Kingdoms. Mo Yimiao reminded Uncle Di, "You're not qualified to tell me what I can't do. ”

Before she could finish speaking, a building collapsed in the flames and smoke on the other side of the burning town, and she heard screams and frightened sobs of children in the distance.

When they found Attila, he was sitting on a domed altar. The altar had thick mud walls and red beams and pillars, like a giant egg. Beside him, there was a pile of human heads, stacked higher than himself.

He had a stab wound in the chest, and his naked left chest was blood-red, like a blooming begonia.

He helped Mo Yimiao to dismount. As her belly grew larger, her body became heavier and her movements became more and more clumsy.

She walked over to Attila and possessed as much as she could, examining the wound.

The wound left by the Full Moon Scimitar was dangerous and fatal, but fortunately it was not very deep.

"It's a bruise, from the allies of the Uncle. Attila said. "But he and his master were gone. ”

At this moment, a warrior rode up, turned over and dismounted, and angrily said a large series of words in the tribal language to Attila's allies, which Mo Yimiao could not understand because the speed of the speech was too fast.

The tall Allied guard gave her a heavy look before turning to Attila. She said that the queen of the steppe had snatched his booty, a female slave who deserved him to ride a pleasure. ”

Attila turned to Mo Yimiao, the expression on her face solemn and resolute, but there was doubt in her dark eyes. "Is this true?" he asked.

Mo Yimiao used the tribal language to explain the ins and outs to Attila word by word.

With that, Attila frowned. "War is like that, and now these women are our slaves, at our mercy. ”

"What makes me happy is their peace. Mo Yimiao said, wondering if she had gone too far. "If they want these women, take them as wives and let them join the Eagle City tribe and have children for the tribe. ”

Bu He had always been the most cruel of the allied guards, and then he sneered, "Will the horse marry the sheep?"

His tone reminded Mo Yimiao of his brother Mo Yilei.

So Mo Yimiao turned his head and said angrily: "Horses and sheep are the people of the true king. ”

Attila smiled. "Look, this is the king's woman. He said, "She has the true king in her belly, and you should not disobey her." Finally, he pointed to the soldiers who had come to complain and said, "You better get out of here, you may find another girl, but remember that you must not let the king's woman see it again." ”

Attila stretched out her hand towards Mo Yimiao, but she didn't expect to break out in a cold sweat as soon as she raised her arm.

Mo Yimiao could almost feel his pain, and these injuries were far more serious than Mo Yidi had said.

"Where is the pharmacist?" Mo Yimiao asked.

"The queen of the steppe," one of the allies told her, "Shan Yu sent the medicine man to help the wounded warriors. Only then did Mo Yimiao realize that the alliance guard was also injured, and there was an extremely deep knife mark on his right shoulder.

"There are a lot of warriors who need a medicine man," Attila said stubbornly, "this little wound is nothing to Ben, just another scar to show off." ”

"No!" Mo Yimiao gave a strong order to the alliance guard: "Go and call the pharmacist, go now." ”

The Allied Guard looked at Attila with puzzled eyes, but Attila did not answer, and her heavy, tall body fell to the cold hard earth.

Outside the altar, the battle-torn city is still burning.