God said that the most memorable thing is not the mellow aroma of the wine, but the rich fishy smell similar to its color.

For the Principality of Karrom, when the southern steppes were increasingly eroded by the winds and sands of the Gobi Desert, it was inevitable to expand to the northeast where the water sources were more abundant, and judging from the heavy taxes they paid to the suzerainty of Kapila every year, the expansion of pastures was understandable and deserved, but often what was expected was always contrary to what was obtained, and the expansion of the queen of Rohelan was swept into a larger whirlpool without even sitting on the heat in that small pitiful place.

Expecting to be able to recuperate in the new pastures and deal with more oppression, the cathestic changes that came from Kapila made the Karroms, who lacked food and clothing, and who did not lack brains, began to feel uneasy, and no one knew what would greet them next, even the best sorcerers in the clan could not predict.

"Whew!"

The hurricane was lifting, the grass and trees were low, and the shadows cast by the huge long-eared owls were like dark clouds hanging over the green grass below, and the Carrom warriors on horseback stared at them with solemn expressions, clenching the bows and arrows in their hands.

The old man in front of the tent not far away watched all this with a worried face holding his bracelet, the grass branches in his hair and the wool on his body trembling with the wind, with his wisdom, he did not expect the "visit" of Queen Bailu to come so quickly and decisively.

"Patriarch Harper. The sturdy warrior who had come back from the meadow let out a heavy breath, his slender arms covered with the curved bow characteristic of the Carroms, and the quiver on his back was full of arrows that were not sharp, and the warriors who followed him were dressed in the same way.

"Everyone is evacuated, so go and take shelter in the cellar. ”

"Are we Karoms destined to be driven out for the rest of our lives?" the old man, who was the master of the principality, raised his puffy eyelids and laughed helplessly: "When I was a child, I didn't understand why we kept migrating, burrowing from hole to hole like a cavnet, gray-faced and panicked, and the Karrom who lived and sang and danced by the grass in the story were clearly two worlds, and later the adults told me that the Carroms were born herders, and following the grass nomadism is our life." The warriors who were standing slowly lowered their heads, tears of humiliation and resentment quickly creeping up their eyes.

"Later, when I grew up, I realized that it was not that we had to be nomadic to keep the animals alive, but that something unseen and untouchable was driving us, that thing was the remnant of the scythe dangling in the hands of the Kloris elf, it was the thin voice of the messenger of King Kapila, it was the joint raid of other principalities pretending to be robbers, that thing made the open-chested singing shepherd silent, that thing made the laughing children look frightened, that thing turned the eagle flying in the steppe into a cavity pig on the ground, and I don't know how many more generations to be banished......" said the old man, and the warriors in front of him could no longer weep, and the curved bows in their hands creaked.

"Is it standing and singing, or is it kneeling and begging for mercy, Carrom?" said the old man after a pause.

"Stand and sing!" "Stand and sing!" the warriors roared, ignoring the tears on their faces, and raised their bows.

The old man got up slowly, looked at the increasing shadows in the air, and let the wind blow in his face, but he also stood still.

While Carrom's messenger was still anxiously wandering around the Tyranid capital, even the much-eared Ashman did not send back a word about what was happening on the steppe in time, because everything came too quickly and violently.

"Poof!" The dull sound of javelins entering the flesh rang out, and the night owl knight soaring in mid-air was expressionless like a hunter, and the javelin in his hand was accompanied by a huge inertia, and without any fancy movements, it could easily penetrate the carrom warriors on the ground.

When the war came, there was not even a thin word of the word, and Queen Dew's reckoning with the Carroms began with the javelin that roared.

"......Scatter under the tree!" shouted the Carrom, who was galloping through the forest of guns, and as he shouted, a javelin stabbed diagonally down his thigh, bringing a patch of flesh with him. Compared to the rain of gunfire that came from the air, the Carrom's counterattack was nothing more than a sporadic rain, and most of the arrows were wiped out by the night stalkers' wings before they could reach their noses.

The hovering Night Stalker Knight's attack suddenly slowed down, and the Karrom fled to the sparse jungle of the steppe in confusion, pointing into the air and cursing. But after two curses, the faces of all the warriors on horseback changed, for they heard a familiar sound, the rumble of a huge number of horses' hooves as they trampled on the ground. Stroking the mane on the horse's neck with his hand to soothe the uneasy mood of the mount, the sturdy warrior slowly drew his waist knife, took a deep breath in front of the horse, and shouted: "Warriors of Karrom, we have done everything we have to do for thousands of years like the slaves of Kapila, and now, we must do something for ourselves, for the children who are trembling in the cellar, and let the children know that this is the beginning of their fate no longer being expelled!"

"Stand and sing!"

"Stand and sing!"

Thousands of carroms opened their chests and roared as they drew their swords and pointed diagonally into the air. At this time, the cavalry that had arrived at the steppe regrouped and began to advance slowly, and the banners fluttering in the army were all sorts of banners, which were the armies of the other principalities of Kapila, and the price given to them by Queen Bailu was that after conquering the Carroms, they could privateer on the steppe for three days, and the women of wealth were left to their enjoyment.

The speed of the Principality's coalition army changed from slow to fast, and soon it was like a tide of black pressure towards the gathering place of the Carroms. The trembling of the ground made the people in the hidden cellars behind the woods pray silently, and the bold children secretly lifted the grass canopy to see how their fathers puffed up their chests and rushed away against the tide without fear.

"Brush!" a rain of arrows shot out at the gallop of the horses, and the Carroms were no longer stingy with their few arrows, and when the tide leader of the Principality Coalition turned on their backs after two rounds of arrows, the shepherds drew their ancestral swords and slammed them head-on.

The tips of the grass cut through the rhythmic muscles of the horses, the red flowers bloomed in the warm sun, and the carroms, wielding their waist swords and incomplete leather armor, frantically used their flesh and blood to block the oncoming spears and swords, and wedged through the coalition formation. None of these men who had been on horseback from birth turned away, for behind them were their wives and children, and advancing might give them a free soul to unshackle, while retreating would only make them slaves under the butcher's knife of the enemy.

After the initial confusion, the coalition army, which was several times larger than the Carrom warriors, quickly formed a coalition and surrounded the unruly Carroms like wild horses in the center. The wind was blowing, the shaking flags were rolled up on the barrels of their guns, the panting robbers stared at the shepherds with murderous vigour, and the leader of the coalition forces with his hair covered with dust slapped his mounts and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm into the green meadows, revealing his mouth full of yellow teeth. Hundreds of corpses had already lay on the grassland in a short contact, bright red blood beads kept sliding down the grass tips and seeping into the soil, and the besieged Karrom people glanced behind them with sad eyes, and slowly raised the waist knife in their hands.

"Whenever the orange red overflows the tip of the grass, I wear a blanket to pick up the clear dewdrops;"

"Moisten your beloved's throat with this sweet gift;"

"She will make flowers bloom and children laugh with beautiful singing;"

"Whenever the orange slashes the grass tip, I ride my horse and build a dazzling bonfire;"

"Use this warm growth to illuminate the smiling face of your lover;"

"She will make the stars shine with her dancing postures, and let the old people sleep peacefully;"

"I am a shepherd;"

"In the name of God, I have grazed the lamb here, as you had promised in old. ”

“......”

With the sound of singing, the Carroms began to break through on their own initiative, and without the slightest hesitation in the face of the dense guns, they rushed in the opposite direction of the checkout, they wanted to win the last time to escape for their families who were hiding. With the familiar posture of playing on horseback for many years, the Karrom slashed their swords through the bodies of their enemies with the least force, and as they dodged, people kept falling from their horses, and they kicked and tore out like angry zebras.

The Principality's coalition was not clever in cavalry, but it was outnumbered, and whenever someone had his head cut off by a waist knife, his body would be trampled under the feet of his comrades behind him, and the jackal greedily held his spear and prepared to stab him with a fatal blow. The Karom warrior who had listened to the patriarch's teachings was covered in blood, his thin leather armor had become ragged and hung diagonally on his body, and the flesh rolled up on his bronze body was bleeding, but his eyes were still blazing, and every time his sword fell, it was always accompanied by the screams of some unlucky man of the coalition army. Like him, the powerful clansmen shouted angrily with their swords, and without hesitation, they harvested the lives of their enemies, and they were also ruthlessly harvested.

As it tore apart, the battle formation slowly moved in the direction dominated by the Carroms, turning into a bloody path. Gradually, the blade rolled up into a gap, the tip of the spear snapped into the strong muscles, and the blood-stained hands were so wet that they couldn't hold the handle and the barrel of the gun. The number of fierce Karroms became fewer and fewer, which gave the Coalition a little hope in their exhaustion, and each Coalition soldier hastily tied a few Karom heads to his belt, which could be exchanged for a lot of gold in a moment.

"Shit, those bastard birdmen. The leader of the coalition wiped the blood from his face and carefully whispered curses at the night stalker knight who was hovering but didn't make a move.

"Woo!" the shrill horn sounded suddenly, the leader suddenly looked back, his pupils instantly shrank, and in the opposite direction of the blood path, the old Harper patriarch walked forward with his hands outstretched, trembling in the wind full of blood, and the old patriarch behind him hurried from other garrisons like a running bison, rumbling towards him.

The shaking of the ground, the dull sound of horns, the "bison herd" divided into two torrents beside the old patriarch, and rushed into the panicked battle formation without hesitation with sharp horns. The Principality Coalition quickly collapsed like a rabbit pouting with an arrow in the ass, and the red-eyed leader shouted loudly to reorganize the formation, but it did not have any effect, but instead let the whistling waist knife cut off the dirty head and was trampled to pieces.

After a large number of Carroms joined the warband, the night owl knights in mid-air circled a few corners, and decisively turned around and left with the few remaining throwing guns, leaving only the coalition forces struggling with the screams of the reversal of the situation in the vast grassland. When the spurt of blood poured on the heads of the coalition forces like a basin of cold water, the greedy ** quickly faded and turned into an extreme fear of death, and the invaders screamed and collapsed in all directions. The slightest distraction on the battlefield can put people in danger of moving their heads, and a reckless escape will only stain the shepherd's rough blade with more blood, and this bloody road will wind its way through many junctions as the defeated army scatters in a hurry.

The wind hunted, and the old figure stood at the beginning of the bloody path, facing a large area of scarlet, his arms expanded, as if he were fascinated.