The wind is strong, and the long grass is yellow. The farther north you go, the autumn colors in the depths of the steppe are much thicker than elsewhere. If it were this time of the year, the people who lived here would be busy grazing cattle and sheep, and the sound of hoops would be everywhere. The only harvest of these unproductive Hu and barbarian people throughout the year may be these cattle, sheep and pasture.

It is naturally not an easy task to maintain a growing ethnic group in this way. Especially in such a harsh environment, if we want to let those women, children and the elderly live in peace and reproduce, so that their ethnic groups can survive better, it requires young and middle-aged people to redouble their efforts.

All things are born, and the weak eat the strong. God is not absolutely fair, and there is no absolute unfairness. No matter what kind of species it is, it can always find its own way to survive. The blind finch won't starve to death! Not to mention the races that are born with brute strength. For the Hu people, their best means are naturally there, that is, forceful plunder.

If there is an easier way to survive, why bother to develop production? Perhaps, this recognition has been going on for hundreds of years since their ancestors began to inhabit this northern land.

From the very beginning, Ru Mao drank blood and wrapped grass as clothing. He gradually learned how to build swords and sharp weapons to capture prey. Later, they tamed the wild horses and galloped back and forth on the grassy land, becoming the masters of the vast grasslands. And their ambition and greed are also growing.

The grassland Hu people, who are born with brute strength and are brave and good at fighting, should become the king of this world! Naturally, other ethnic groups living everywhere should come to worship and obey. For many years, this arrogant and proud belief has filled the hearts of every Hu warrior.

Everything in the world, let me ask for it! Long knives and iron hooves, who dares to refuse?

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past one or two hundred years, the livelihood of the Hu people has basically been won by conquest and plunder. Fierce warriors swarmed away on their horses, almost always returning with a full load. Whether it was some barbarian tribes living to the east and west of them, or the neighbors to the south, that is, those princes of the Central Plains, they could not stop their cavalry and edge.

Hu rode out, and the sky was full of smoke and dust. Everywhere they went, they were plundered. And most of the princes' armies that were enemies with them were killed and scattered. Over time, the Hu cavalry was called the blue wolf of the north, and its frightening thing was not an exaggeration to stop children from crying.

Perhaps, the only setback they have suffered over the years is that they have experienced several fiascos at the hands of the Zhao people. In the several wars on the border of Zhao, the Hu people basically did not get any cheap. Even if they crossed Yanshan, they were quickly driven back. This has become a kind of shame that all Hu people are haunted by. It has become their bitter hatred. And this emotion is especially strong in the hearts of those Hu cavalry who have had the opportunity to fight on the battlefield with the Zhao people.

Hatred inherited from generation to generation is difficult to dissolve. The Hu, who were old or wounded and no longer in battle, would instill this hatred in their sons, and the younger and more ferocious warriors would take their swords, mount their horses, put on their armor, and continue to fight until they had slaughtered their stubborn enemies once and for all.

The sun is setting in the west, and the sky is setting. In about two hours it will be twilight. The prairie man named Mang Liu straightened up and stretched his slightly rickety hunchback. He guarded thousands of sheep, and they had eaten enough under the grassy slopes for most of the day. In a few moments, we should be beckoned to hurry back to the tribal tent over there.

Mang Liu was also a brave and warlike cavalryman, and in the past, he followed King Hu and his generals out of the grassland several times to rob the tribe. Now that he is old, coupled with his physical disability, he has to withdraw from the battlefield and stay on the grassland, like many of the same Hu people. And for these people, perhaps the only use is to herd cattle and sheep, and maintain the daily life of the tribe.

The glory of the past has long been submerged in the remnant sun, Mang Liu shook the withered grass on his body, got up and whistled, and began to drive the cattle and sheep. The voices from near and far were harmonious, and it was the same herdsmen as him, who were also preparing to drive the cattle and sheep back to the tribe.

The remnant sun and sunset in the autumn colors cover half of the sky, which is particularly magnificent. These blood-like colors made this disabled Hu man suddenly think of those years when he used to fight on horseback. It's just that such an opportunity will never come again. King Hu personally led the cavalry to the south this time, and he once stood on this grassy slope to personally witness the scene of thousands of troops and horses galloping away.

Whether it's him, or all the other Hu people who stayed behind. They all believed that King Hu, who had personally set out on the expedition, would achieve an absolute victory. This war, which brought together hundreds of thousands of steppe warriors, was greater than the scale of all wars over the years. The most elite warriors, the fiercest war horses, and the sharpest swords and armor, in order to organize this vital war, Hu Wang Moke mobilized almost all the forces he could muster. If this can't slaughter the enemy, then the steppe Hu people are no longer worthy of the title of blue wolf and condor!

How nice it would have been if a big war of this magnitude had been organized in the early years!

Mang Liu sighed in his heart and waved his whip helplessly. At that time, he could still get on the horse with a horizontal sword and follow King Hu to fight. But now, his knife was rusty, and his body was old and crippled, and he could only think of the majesty of thousands of horses' hooves galloping in his heart.

Mang Liu, who had already walked halfway down, suddenly seemed to hear some shouts coming from the wind in his ears. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. When I looked in the direction from which the sound came, it was on another dirt hill on the southeast side of the grassy slope, and someone was running down in a panic and rolling and crawling, waving his hands and shouting something as he ran. It's just that because of the distance, I can't hear what I'm shouting at all.

Mang Liu didn't take it too seriously at first. This is deep in the grasslands. Within a radius of tens of miles were five or six larger tribes. Although the young warriors have already gone out with King Hu, there will be no accidents with them, veterans of a hundred battles, staying behind to guard. In the past hundred years, no enemy has dared to enter the grassland casually! If there is danger, it is only a threat from wolves, and packs of wolves will come out to drag away cattle and sheep, and even harm the tribesmen, which must be guarded against.

However, as an experienced Hu man, Mang Liu sniffed his nose vigorously, but there was no smell of wolves in the wind at all, but there seemed to be a once familiar killing aura coming from him. Mang Liu hurriedly parted the grass, lay down and put his ears on the ground, and in the next moment, his face changed drastically, and he jumped up suddenly. Then he turned around and ran quickly to the top of the grassy slope. Standing on a high place, he seemed to hear more clearly, and his face became more and more pale. Because at this moment, with the hoarse warning cry, the bearded man with a crippled right leg had already faintly seen that there seemed to be a black cloud rolling towards the end of the long grass. And in his ears, he finally heard the sound of rolling thunder falling to the ground. His heart jumped to his throat at once, and he shouted desperately! It's just that the sound made by fright is like a wolf howling and not like a human voice!

"Run, there's cavalry coming! Hurry up and let the tribesmen prepare to defend themselves against the enemy...... Hurry up, hurry up! ”

Almost at the same time, many shepherds came running back from far and near. And what they saw was undoubtedly from the same direction.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the clouds are low. The last rays of light rendered the grassland land, and half of the sky and ground seemed to be painted in the color of blood. And in the opposite direction of this strange scene, countless cavalrymen in black armor urged their horses, trampled knee-length deep grass, and slaughtered this place like a burning flame.

Reckless six can't care about other people, let alone cattle and sheep running around. As he ran, he threw away his whip and pulled out the knife he had with him. Not far ahead, on the flats, there is a river that meanders through it. And the tribes that surround both sides of the river are where he and many others are located.

The warning had already been heard, and five or six tribes on both sides of the river began to panic. Loud shouts inside and out, running and shaking figures, and the beginning of the sword light...... As brave Hu tribesmen, they have never feared any enemy. Even in this case, those who stayed behind were able to quickly organize themselves into battle.

Mang Liu breathed a sigh of relief, these tribes had a population of about tens of thousands, and if the remaining defenders like him who could fight were gathered, there would probably be several thousand. Such a force is enough to protect the safety of the tribesmen.

However, this Hu man was too optimistic. He couldn't have imagined what kind of terrible army it was that had gone deep into the steppe this time! On this flat grassland, the autumn breeze is blowing in front of you, which makes people feel refreshed. The ranks of the black cavalry were simply like tigers. Their speed was like flying, the horses' hooves were like thunder, and the swords were like snow. When he rolled over the gentle slope of the grassland and appeared in the eyes of the Hu people again, it was already a banner hunting, and the killing god was coming, covering the sky and the sun.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves behind him getting closer and closer, Mang Liu, who was already about to run to the river, suddenly stopped and turned around, and the shepherds who ran back from all directions like him did the same. Perhaps, with these dozens of knives and a body that is not afraid of death, it can temporarily provide a little time for the tribe to fight!

It's just that they overestimate their own abilities. The Tiger Ben Army, which came with the belief of victory, had no power to stop it.

The young general's black cloak flew at the front, and the long lance in his hand swept over, and several guys who blocked the horse's hooves flew into the air.

"It's the cavalry of the Zhao State...... It's over, the catastrophe of the steppe!"

Mang Liu, who was in mid-air with blood spurting from his mouth, only had time to turn this one thought, and then died of anger. And at his feet, thousands of iron horsemen were flying across the river, splashing in all directions, and the murderous spirit was soaring.