In a quiet grassland, more than a dozen little boys in sheepskin jackets, each with a small scimitar pinned to their bodies, were playing happily.

Among the dozen or so people, one of the little boys was particularly eye-catching, compared to the others' yellow complexion, this person's face was much better, and his height was slightly higher than the rest of the people.

"Zama, do you know that those Qin people left the grassland given to us by the Immortal Heaven"?

Perhaps because he was too tired from playing, one of the little boys came up to Zama panting and asked with a fierce face, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"I don't know much about this, Amma hasn't been back for a month or two."

Zama patted the little boy on the head, a hint of sadness on his face.

I am older than these people, and I know that this time the situation is not as usual.

"That group of damned Qin people actually invaded our grassland, and when I grow up, I must kill all these damn Qin people."

The little boy waved the short knife in his hand and gestured viciously into the air, as if there were Qin people standing in front of him.

"Of course, when we grow up, I will personally take you and gallop into the Qin State on a war horse."

There was a glimmer of hope in Zama's eyes, he had listened to Amma tell stories of his youth since he was a child.

Once Ama killed a small village of Qin people by himself, and cut down more than a dozen Qin people by himself, and those Qin people were finally frightened and stood aside obediently, not daring to resist at all.

One day, he will become a man like Ama and a warrior of the Immortal Heaven.

At this moment, seven or eight kilometers away from this tribe, a pair of about two or three hundred Qin cavalry were standing there, looking quietly into the distance.

"My lord, there is a small tribe of the Huns seven or eight kilometers ahead, there are about seven or eight hundred old and children of the Huns, among which the young and middle-aged have all been conscripted away, and most of the remaining young people are also disabled, with our current manpower, we can completely kill him by surprise."

A Qin Army scout was on his horse, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and pointed forward and said.

When the officer of the Qin Army who led the team heard the words of the monkey, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes showed a killing intent.

With a gentle tug on the reins, the horse slowly took a few steps forward under the force, and the young officer drew his short knife and swung it a few times into the air.

"Brothers, the National Teacher has decreed that everyone can keep 30% of all the property obtained in the course of foreign wars, and hand over the rest."

Hearing the young officer's words, two or three hundred cavalrymen suddenly showed fiery eyes, staring at the direction pointed by the scout, as if it was not the Huns, but the golden mountains that were waving to them.

The young officer saw his men. This expression was very satisfying. The Qin army has always fought bravely, no matter who the enemy in front of it is, the entire army of Great Qin is like a big mountain, pressing forward overwhelmingly, and no one can stop it.

However, the young officer knew that what he was going to say was the real point, and as the commander of this pair of cavalry, he knew the situation of his men even better.

"Brothers, this is what you are.

Let me tell you, the national teacher also has an order, that is, all the Huns you caught, whether male or female, as long as you want to take them away, you only need to add some ransom, among which the Hun women only need one sheep, and as for the men, they need ten sheep."

"Brothers, what are you waiting for, rushing."

As the young officer took the lead, more than two hundred cavalrymen howled like wolves on the prairie at night.

The tribe of Zama did not know about the situation of the pair of cavalrymen. At this time, the sun was rising and breakfast was being enjoyed, and Zama was one of them.

In a large felt shed, Zama sat next to a burly woman, holding a sour goat's milk in her hand.

Beside Zama stood a relatively petite woman. The face on the face is also obviously different from that of the Hun woman.

A shabby and dirty dress could barely cover her body, and if you looked closely, you could see that the woman's belly had risen slightly, as if she was pregnant.

"Get away, you slave of the Qin State".

Maybe it was because the petite woman was standing a little too close next to Zama, Zama, who had just drunk a sip of goat's milk, suddenly kicked the woman's legs with a fierce face, and the woman fell directly to the ground.

"Good boy, this damn slave of the Qin State even seduced your Amma, teach me a good lesson."

The burly woman sitting next to Zama seemed to see such things often, but clapped her hands excitedly.

The young woman seemed to be accustomed to it, and stood up silently. However, the eye sockets are already red, and even some of them are unsteady on their feet because they feel too much pain.

"Alright, Zama. Now is the time for the sheep to give birth, let her live a little longer, and take care of it."

Before the burly woman finished speaking, she suddenly felt a burst of vibration, and even the sound of horses' hooves came, and her face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and as for Zama, who was sitting on the side, her face also showed a happy look.

"It seems that Ama defeated the Qin army and came back."

With that, Zama quickly stood up. As soon as he was about to walk out of the tent door, he turned back and picked up a dagger placed on the shelf, and after waving it a few times, he rushed out of the tent with a happy face.

Zama, who just walked out of the tent door, was stupid by the scene in front of him, a pair of cavalrymen in black armor, who were recklessly slashing and killing the villagers in the tribe.

Not far away, he was still chatting with himself in the morning, fantasizing about his good partner Maku who had entered the Qin Kingdom, and was running towards him with a frightened face.

It's a pity that the speed of people can never compare to that of a war horse, and a black halberd directly pierced Maku.

Even the cavalryman directly raised the halberd with the corpse of the horse library and waved it a few times in the air in order to show off, and then threw it to the side.

At this time, Zama no longer had the ambition of the morning, and now he just wanted to turn around and run back to his tent, but his legs did not obey the command at this time, and he could only stand there stiffly.

A burst of screams also reached the tent behind Zama, and the sturdy woman couldn't help but poke her head out when she heard the noise outside.

It's just that before I can see the situation outside, a cold light flashes, and I don't know what happened outside anymore?