Somewhere in the steppe, in the tent of the leader of the Aratha tribe, Arat was full of worry, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At night, he had a nightmare, and since he woke up, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and this feeling made him unable to calm down for a long time.

"Could it be that something happened to Shinard?"

He couldn't think of anything else besides that.

At this moment, Alat suddenly noticed that the ground seemed to be shaking, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

"A large number of men are approaching!"

"Shenar them?"

"That's not right! How long has it been since they just walked on their front feet? How could it be possible to come back so soon? ”

"It's the enemy!"

When Arat burst out of his tent, it was too late.

I saw that a large number of strange people and horses in the distance had already rushed directly into the camp of their Arata tribe, and at a glance, the number of people was actually thousands of people!

After being taken away by Shinar with seven hundred centaurs, the hundreds of centaurs who remained in the Arata tribe could not compete with it at all, and Alat's face turned pale, and his whole face was already half bloodless.

Where the hell did this come from? Who else can gather such a force on this grassland!

"Brothers, don't leave any of them, kill them all!"

At that moment, a rough shout came, and when Arat saw the man clearly, his face changed dramatically.

"It's Duride!"

Alat's face was full of disbelief, just a horse thief leader, where did he have so many people under his command?

Didn't Shinar say that in the previous battle, the horse thieves under Durid also suffered heavy losses?

So where did these thousands of centaurs come from now, even when he was at his peak, there was no such number of centaurs, right?

Although there are still some men and horses left in Arata , the number is not very large, and the attack came suddenly, even if Arata has the intention to organize a counterattack, it is powerless.

"The leader of the Aratha tribe is over there!"

Hearing this, Alat's heart twitched, and he quickly drew his weapon and turned over on his horse, he was also the first warrior in the tribe when he was young, but at this time he was already old. In addition, it has been many years since he became the leader of the army.

Now in the face of the oncoming Durid, Arat had the heart to parry the opponent's attack, but his old body was sluggish.

The merciless weapon pierced his body and slammed to the ground.

At this moment, Duride, who was riding on horseback, looked condescendingly at Alat, who was slumped on the ground and kept vomiting blood, and for a while, his mood was also a little delicate.

This is the leader of the Arata tribe, before this, he never imagined that such a big man would one day die in his own hands!

"Yes...... Who is it? Who instructed you to do this? ”

A large expanse of blood spilled from the wound, and the loss of blood made Alat's aged body grow colder and more unconscious, but he still struggled to question Duride.

Faced with this question, Du Ride sneered twice and said, "Death is dying, why do you know so much?" ”

Before the words fell, I saw that Du Ride, who had turned over and dismounted, did not hesitate to give Alat another blow, and the fatal blow completely pushed Alat down the abyss of death.

Looking at the corpse that had fallen in the snow and was rapidly becoming cold, Durid reached out and took out a broken animal skin from his arms, then squatted down, forcibly broke Alat's clenched fist hand, stuffed the broken animal skin into his palm, and then controlled his fist clenching, posing as Arat desperately dragged the animal skin in his hand before he died.

Finally, glancing back at the Arata tribe, which had become full of corpses, Durid shouted.

"Whether you are dead or not, give me another supplement, cattle, sheep, horses, and the corpses of your own people will all be taken away!"

The Arata tribe, one of the six major tribes of the dignified grassland, was taken advantage of by thousands of people led by Duride after experiencing the baptism of a snowstorm.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Snowfield Battlefield.

At this time, Shinar was in the middle of a battle with Kereh, and at this time, he did not know that the Arata tribe had fallen to Durid, and his father had died.

Even if he returns now, what he will have to face is a net specially prepared for him.

Two waves of people on both sides killed even more darkly, a horse thief took advantage of the chaos to grab a bag of grain, but between the other party's scrambles, one missed, and directly tore a hole in the sack containing grain.

Then, in the next second, a scene that almost made him feel desperate happened, and what came out of the sack was not the food they expected at all, but a large patch of mud and sand!

More than one person saw this scene, and for a moment, the impact on the grassland people who came to plunder the grain was undoubtedly huge. The first reaction of many grassland people who had already grabbed a bag of grain was to quickly tear open the sack and see what was going on.

In the next moment, the expressions on their faces instantly fell into a dullness.

"Sand...... It's all sand! ”

"This is the trap of the Xia people!"

"Impossible! When pigs fly!! ”

A few overstimulated steppe people simply grabbed a handful of mud and sand and stuffed it into their mouths, and after chewing a few bites, they fell directly into a stupor.

A desperate roar came from the mouths of these horse thieves, and it turned out that the food they desperately grabbed was actually bags of mud and sand!

In just a few breaths, the news that the food bags were full of mud and sand had already spread across the entire snowfield battlefield, and Shinal, who was fighting fiercely with Kree on the side, naturally heard it well.

"Sand?"

Shinal's heart jumped, and then he thought of these two waves of ambushes of the Xia people, and at this moment, Shinar was already clearly aware that he had fallen into the trap of the other party.

"Withdraw! Fall back! ”

If they can't get food, then this battle is meaningless for their steppe people.

After confirming that the bags of grain he had snatched were full of sand, Shinar directly smashed the bags of sand at Kreh, and then quickly withdrew while Kree was evading.

Kereh, who had dodged the attack, saw that Shinar had already run away with the men and horses of the Arata tribe, and did not go in pursuit.

After all, the weight of the cavalry archers was much higher than that of the light cavalry, and chasing the enemy was not their specialty. What's more, their purpose this time was to cover the grain delivery team to deliver grain, not to fight to the death with these steppe people.

Thanks to the efficiency of the sleigh in transporting grain, after nearly a month, the grain transported by the grain transport team has basically filled the granaries of the two grassland cities.

In this way, Silan and Kelie naturally began to order people to clean up the battlefield after signaling the cavalry under their command to set up a cordon.

Zhou Tong was a little depressed in his heart, originally in this battle, he wanted to share the battle with that Shinal, but who knew that the sky was not as good as people wanted, and Shinar actually let Keri intercept it.

Zhou Tong, who was depressed in his heart, could only lead his cavalry back and forth to kill in the end, and after a few back and forth, he was also beheaded a lot, and his record was outstanding.

And at the same time, the other side.

Compared with Silan and Kelie and others, who are at ease, this time, there is no doubt that the grassland people have been pitted, not to mention that they have not grabbed half a grain of grain, and they have lost so many people and horses.

Shinar returned to the Arata tribe with the surviving centaurs, and along the way, he fell into a state of decadence.

He Shinar, a famous warrior on the grassland, ended up suffering two defeats in a row after encountering these Xia people.

Just when he was so bored, the strong smell of blood blowing in the wind made him frown.

Although they were all covered in blood after the battle with the Xia people just now, but in the case of riding a war horse, the smell of blood was blowing backwards, and how could Shinal, who was walking at the front of the team, smell the smell of blood that was almost so strong that it pounced on people's faces?

Shinal sniffed subconsciously, and then a strong uneasiness rose in his heart.

"Speed up!"

Holding back the uneasiness in his heart, Shinar led his men and horses to speed up their return to the Arata tribe.