The clear dome, the goshawk rising with the long wind, the endless grassland... There is also the pearl embedded in the middle of this savannah.

The Great Green Sea, the City of a Thousand Tents.

This ancient fortress is not the birthplace of the Boi, but it is the only true "city" in the entire principality – thanks to the construction techniques and rocks of the mountains from Sackland, and the fertile land along the banks of the river, the Thousand Hordes have risen from the ground.

The whole city of a thousand tents is not a walled bazaar on the grassland, but a huge fortress with a high tower fortress as the core, with five city gates, mountain rock walls, and more than 30 towers.

Not only that, but there were hundreds of walled towns and tents around the fortress – and when the Grand Duke of Bohe gathered all the Poi horseback people for hunting feasts and large fairs every year, the white tents would turn into an endless sea outside the city.

From this, she got the name "Thousand Tent City".

From the moment she was born, she was destined to have an absolute position in the Duchy of Boi, and those who controlled the Thousand Tents were equivalent to controlling most of the Duchy of Boi, and losing her was equivalent to losing Boi's heart and most of the wealth of the entire Boi.

As long as the fortress still stood on the Great Green Sea, no matter how many times it was defeated, the Boi would be able to make a comeback, and there were horseback people from all sides of the Great Green Sea, wielding sabers, bows and arrows, and throwing spears, gathering towards the fortress.

Because of this, both the nomadic Great Bowians and the Lesser Boys, who have begun to "Byrne", also call this impregnable, prosperous and rich fortress "Mother of the Great Green Sea".

And now, the area around this majestic fortress has turned into a burning and bleeding field.

Flames rose in the wind and raged haphazardly across the scorched black grasslands, and the smoke and dust that obscured the sky and the sun darkened the midsummer sun.

Outside the city, on both sides of the riverbank, vast pastures and tents were engulfed in flames and black smoke, and everywhere you could see fleeing horsemen and their herds of cattle and sheep they were driving;

Centaurs, wielding spears and axes, drove them out of the fire, laughing and following them, encircling them as if they were hunting bison and deer.

This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided hunt and slaughter, and when the unruly horseback people defend their families and draw their swords to meet the enemy, he will be greeted by the rain of spears from all directions.

Amid the wails one after another, the herdsmen fell to the ground screaming without any resistance, and then turned into shapeless flesh and blood under the trampling of people, horses' hooves, and livestock.

The blood had long since dried up on the meadows, and there were piles of bones of dead men and livestock, and all the horseback people who were still alive were imprisoned in the makeshift pens of the centaurs with their own cattle under the torsos of their spears.

To humans, centaurs are no different from monsters and beasts, and to centaurs, there is no difference between humans and prey, as well as livestock;

Of all the survivors, with the exception of a few who were brought back to the rear as drudgery and died of untold labor, the rest were "made into meat" along with their livestock.

The silent Red Flame Banner "Banner Master" Chakar stood in place, looking at the scene in front of him with a blank face: the cries of weeping, wailing and wanton indulgence echoed in the dim sunlight, and in the midst of the raging fire, another camp of two-legged men turned to dust.

Looking at the centaur warriors who were excited with their prey and loaded with loot in this "carnival", Chakar did not have any joy on his face.

Since the defeat of the Grand Leader László Varna and his grandson in the east, all the fighting has come to a standstill, if not progress.

That's right, they defeated the great leader of the two-legged people, burned hundreds of two-legged tents, and all the two-legged warriors who tried to resist retreated and scattered in front of their iron horsemen, and if they continued to fight, most of the great green sea would become the bag of the four-footed people.

But... They failed to conquer the city of a thousand tents.

Chakar's bloodshot eyes looked out at the massive fortress in the distance, his teeth clenched.

The two banners of Chiyan and Bailang, 40,000 elite pioneers besieged for nearly three months, during which the siege battle alone was fought no less than dozens of times, half of the towers were smashed, and even the city gate was breached twice;

But even so..."the banner of the Grand Leader of Laszló Varna still flies over the Stronghold!

Not only that, but there were also cases of two-legged cavalry breaking through the defense line during this period - the main reason for this was that there were villages and towns outside the city to respond, and the centaurs' baggage was about to run out.

With supplies in the rear and the fortress unable to be captured for a long time, Chakar had to remove the siege and let the four-hoof warriors burn and loot outside the city.

Within half a month, nearly half of the camps around the Thousand Hordes had been captured and slaughtered—but even as they watched their compatriots outside the city being killed, the Thousand Hordes remained unmoved, showing no signs of wavering.

Thinking of this, Chakar couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"What a sigh, it's us who won today!" A strong centaur warrior, the banner owner of the White Wave Banner, Basaye, laughed and slapped Chakar on the shoulder:

"Those two-legged people in the Thousand Tent City, I'm afraid they were paralyzed with fear when they saw the bravery of the four-hoofed people, right?!"

"But because of their cowardice, we have not been able to lure the two-legged men out of the city and take the city of a thousand hordes today. Chakar shook his head: "It's been almost three months, and if you drag it out any longer, the two-legged man should come back from the last fiasco and make a comeback!"

"What are you afraid of?!" Bai Langqi's Basaiye smiled and widened his eyes: "When the time comes, like last time, will it be enough to kill them without leaving a piece of armor?"

"It's not that simple......"

Sighing, Chakar really didn't want to explain to him... But there is no way, among the eight "flag departments" of the four hoofers, the Bailang Banner is the one with the most people and the strongest strength in the middle of the "Lower Four Banners".

If Chakar wants to compete for the position of the next Great Khan, he must win over this idiot who only eats meat and kills in his head, and obeys his own words in order to win among the banner owners of the "Four Banners".

"There are far more two-legged people in the Great Green Sea than we are, and a single defeat can't defeat them. Chakar said patiently, "If the Thousand Hordes does not fall, Laszló Varna will be able to summon more two-legged warriors, not to mention ......."

Chakar frowned suddenly, and paused before saying, "There is another two-legged leader in the south, and he has already brought his troops to rescue the Thousand Tent City. ”

"You mean the son of the devil?"

Basaiye's expression was solemn, but it was only a moment: "It doesn't matter, what about fifteen thousand two-legged warriors? There are 40,000 four-hoofed warriors on our side!"

"Even if he is so powerful, he can defeat 10,000 warriors of the Red Flame Banner one-on-one at night, but I don't believe that he can defeat two of us at the same time with one enemy and four?!"

"Don't worry, Brother Chakar, when the time comes, I will personally slaughter him with an axe, and then use his head and banner to wash away the shame for you and your Red Flame Banner!"

"Killing your enemies, plundering their wealth, taking possession of their land, and listening to the painful wails of their souls is the greatest joy in this world, hehahahahahaha......ha

Listening to the wild laughter of Basaye's wanton debauchery, the undeniable Chakar turned his head to hide the contempt on his face, and refocused his gaze on the Thousand Tents in the distance.

That son of the devil, he will march on this city... I must not be betrayed at such a critical moment, and let the glory of taking the Thousand Hordes slip out of my hands!

"Blow the horn and assemble the warriors!"

Chakar said abruptly, looking at the banner owner of the White Wave Banner with non-questioning eyes: "Taking advantage of today's big victory, let's try to attack again!"

"Even if they can't take the city, let them drain their blood!"

"Okay, that's it!"

As soon as he heard that there was going to be a battle, Basaye, who was in the White Wave Banner, immediately became excited, brandishing a long-handled axe and shouting wildly: "Warriors, who wants to accompany me to kill a few more two-legged men?!"

"Roar——————————!!!!

In the midst of the roar, countless centaurs, like beasts stimulated by blood, once again gathered up the billowing dust and smoke, and pounced in the direction of the Thousand Tent City......