Billowing black smoke obscures the sky and the sun.

Somewhere in the steppe of the Great Bowie, an abrupt battle is coming to an end.

Amid the sound of the iron horses beating like the drums of war, the sounds of fighting and roaring are becoming more and more scattered and sparse, and all that remains is the screams and dying wails that still sound one after another.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a cavalry duel between the centaurs and the Boi ended with the total destruction of the hussars, and the scattered horseback people quickly turned the battle into a one-sided massacre.

In the face of several, if not tens, times more surging enemies, no matter how brave and good the Boi hussars were, it was only a matter of time before they were destroyed.

Some were shot in the face by the centaurs during the charge and died tragically under the hooves of the horses, while others rushed into the enemy line and were pierced through the torso by numerous spears before they could swing their swords and slash...... More often than not, after a round of charge, only the mounts were still standing on the battlefield, and the people were long gone.

The retreats of settlements and camps have been reduced to a sea of fire on the savannah, and bloodthirsty centaur warriors have slashed back and forth on the battlefield strewn with bones and blood, searching for their next prey.

The defeated Boi hussars regrouped in the steppe, using their flesh and blood to hold off the centaur front—their wives, parents, and children among the fleeing crowd had to stand up even if it was just to protect their loved ones.

However, when they turned around, the centaur warriors on both wings bypassed the front, and they were greeted by not the bloodthirsty centaur warriors they had imagined.

Rather, small ballistae in rows and rows, capable of dragging and walking on the steppe.

With a desperate cry, the Boi hussars who volunteered to stay behind after the settlement was broken brandished their sabers and spears, and launched a final charge towards the centaurs' projectile weapon position!

In front of the ballista, the indifferent centaur warrior raised his spear and swung it down vigorously;

In the next second, a terrifying loud noise shook the entire land!

The sound of bodies shattering, the snapping of weapons, the wails before death, the dark red of blood gushing out...... The roaring and charging Boi hussars were torn to pieces in the midst of countless loud noises and smoke and dust.

Once, twice, three times... In the midst of a heavy, relentless roar, heavy two-meter-long, quenched cast-iron crossbow arrows tore their flesh and blood to shreds one after another.

War horses, scimitars, spears, iron armor, roars, bloody bravery...... Everything that the Boi were proud of fell silently on the battlefield of blood splattered like pebbles thrown into the sea.

When the roar stopped, only a piece of bones covered the battlefield remained.

The fleeing horseback people also failed to escape the wings of the centaur warriors, and the bloody centaurs rushed into the fleeing ranks like wild beasts, charging and killing with wanton.

The bloody grassland battlefield quickly "transformed" from a hunting ground to a slaughterhouse, ravaging the last remnants of the horseback people in a pair of desperate and numb eyes.

With the last scattered sounds of fighting and mending knives, mixed with the screams and wails of women and children, in a short quarter of an hour, the music of the battle came to an abrupt end.

On the smoke-filled battlefield, with the last wail and the flesh and bones trampled by countless iron horsemen, a small settlement of Boi horseback disappeared forever from this world.

Nothing but soul and flesh was left.

And in the distance of the battlefield, under a banner made of animal skins, the expressionless Chakar was listening to the wails and excited bloodthirsty shouts in his ears, while looking at the rows of ballistas, his eyes exuding a strange luster.

If there's one lesson he's learned from the Battle of a Thousand Hordes, it's these inconspicuous-looking toys.

These "toys" are nothing when there are only one or two, but when they are numbered in the hundreds, if they are concentrated and capable of firing in every hundred, they can inflict heavy casualties on any army of centaurs, even terrifying.

The 15,000-strong two-legged reinforcements didn't even need to cross the river to attack, and they were able to rely on them to stop tens of thousands of four-foot warriors outside the gate of the Thousand Tent City.

As long as there are enough of them, as long as there are enough ammunition, it can wipe out all armies from a hundred paces away, and even turn the battle between warriors into a cruel game of "throwing balls" at each other.

Is there anything scarier than that?!

Chakar is not a ballista, let alone an "expert in projectile weapons", but he can still vaguely feel that these "toys" invented by two-legged people and dwarfs are slowly changing the rules of war for thousands of years.

OK... At least for now, the big green sea in front of them is still the world of the four-hoofed warriors, and at least for now, their "toys" are not strong enough to really reverse the rules.

And before they become truly powerful, the noble four-hoofed people will rule the entire Great Green Sea, and even the world beyond the Great Green Sea!

While Chakar was still thinking, a banner-waving centaur galloped in from afar, and Chakar looked back with a fixed gaze.

That banner is the banner of the Hankong Tribe... The banner of the Great Khan of the Four Hoofs.

"Hail to you, Lord Chakar!"

Although his words were very humble, this centaur warrior did not mean the slightest respect, but raised his head slightly: "On the order of the Great Khan, your Red Flame Banner immediately began to gather the troops, gather the warriors, and within three days you must assemble in the king's tent and wait for the fate!"

"Why?" Hearing this order, Chakar was stunned for a moment: "We have just occupied half of the Great Green Sea, and the two-legged settlements everywhere have not yet been swept away, so it's not time to go on the expedition, right?"

"This is the order of the Great Khan, there is no why!"

The centaur warrior looked arrogant, and there was still a bit of anger on his face: "The great leader of the two-legged people, Varna, has gathered a large army and sworn to recapture the pastures of the Great Green Sea, and now the 100,000 two-legged people have crossed the Thousand Tent City!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - the general of the defeated army who abandoned the Bailang Banner and failed miserably under the Thousand Tent City, without any credit, actually dares to ask why?"

"Thanks to the Great Khan's Chiyan Banner and your Chakar, I am willing to give you the opportunity to lead the troops again, and I am not grateful to go to the king's tent and die for the Great Khan?!"

From beginning to end, Chakar, who was slapped in the face, was silent and did not say a word.

As the centaur warrior's words fell, the guards beside Chakar looked annoyed, their faces tightened around him.

And in the face of these "unkind eyes", the centaur warrior still did not have the slightest intention of backing down, but was even more arrogant.

The elderly Red Flame Banner guards on both sides were not as bloody as the young centaurs, but they had already secretly held down the throwing guns, and a few glanced at the ballistas next to them.

It is an unforgivable felony to kill the messenger of the Great Khan in public, but if he was "accidentally" killed by a two-legged man fleeing for his life, then no one is to blame.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became tense.

"Please convey to the Great Khan... Red Flame Banner commanded. ”

Taking a deep breath, Chakar, who gritted his teeth, spoke: "But we will not go to the king's tent, but go directly to the battlefield - since the Great Khan is willing to give me the authority to lead the army, then at least allow us Chiyan Banner to decide how to fight for ourselves." ”

The sudden rally order made Chakar feel extremely strange - but no matter what the Great Khan wanted to do, as long as he could keep his subordinates, he still had the ability to negotiate.

When he returned to the king's tent, he was to be sent by the other party.

The centaur warrior shook his head arrogantly, without the slightest intention of backing down: "This is the order of the Great Khan... Whatever you want, go and discuss it with the Great Khan. ”

"You are the messenger of the Great Khan, and here you represent the will of the Great Khan. Chakar argued: "Can't you even grant such a 'small request'?"

"Within three days, wait in the king's tent!" repeated the centaur warrior, "Otherwise, the Red Flame Banner will be a traitor!"

"Five days won't work, and it will take time to gather the subordinates. ”

"Three days!"

"Four days, this is my last request!"

"Three days!"

“......”

Chakar looked at the other party silently, and the guards behind him were already murderous.

In the next second, he humbly lowered his head:

"Red Flame Banner... Command!"

Hearing this, the centaur warrior turned and left.

But because of this, I didn't see Chakar's expression mixed with fear and anger, and even distorted to the extreme!