The steppe peoples have always liked to attack their enemies in autumn, because the cattle and sheep on the grassland are fat and handsome, and the weather is dry. Most of the grain producing areas are in the harvest season at this time, and all the men, including the soldiers, are arranged to harvest in the fields, which often causes the mobilization power to be greatly reduced in a short time, because the ripe grain is just around the corner, and few people will be ruthless to abandon it completely. This kind of gain and loss was easily exploited by the steppe soldiers, who did not need to think about the gains and losses, and along the way they fed the war by fighting and stooping the peasants' grain to maintain the army's food supply, and at the same time alleviate the demand for supplies in the rear.

But it is precisely this inherent habit that causes the agricultural civilization to be much more defensive in the autumn. In Fort Lundia, at the time of the autumn harvest, adult farmers are called up to report to the station in Fort Lentia for a month of training. After training three times over the course of a few years, the farmers are officially incorporated into the militia system, and they can stay in the area with peace of mind. This method of hiding troops from the people was very much in line with the appetite of the Empire, which had always wanted its subjects to protect themselves and thus reduce the burden on the Empire.

The Swadiya people have developed the habit of "anti-autumn" in their dealings with the steppe peoples for many years, and every autumn, the fort of Lundiya will send a small number of soldiers to the surrounding villages to rallier the militia forces, and organize these people to patrol and sentry. After the autumn harvest, the soldiers returned to the castle.

Once a small fortress at the junction of the steppes and grain regions, Fort Lundia was once a small trading post in the heart of the empire. Only a few grain transporters and merchants knew of its location, and for most of the time it was just a place to provide a place for passing caravans to settle down and store grain for them. But after the Kugit broke through the Zegasi Pass, the position of Lentia Fort came to the fore, and he was now the last barrier on the plain east of Dehrim.

The Swadias rallied their troops here several times in an attempt to drive the Kugits back to the pass, but failed due to the general's command errors and the demoralization of the soldiers. After several attacks failed to accomplish their strategic objectives, the Swadias went on the defensive, expanding the fort of Lundia and increasing the castle's food stock from one year to three years. The garrison increased to 600 men after consolidating a number of outposts on the steppe, and this number fluctuated for more than a decade as the situation changed, and by the time the new Swadia Army began to station at Fort Lundia, Fort Lundia had more than 800 soldiers and trained nearly twice as many militia forces in the surrounding villages. The farmers in this area have developed a martial tradition due to the drastic changes in their living environment in the past ten years, and the people of this area are already fierce, and now even if you put aside the Lundia Fort, the Swadias in this area are a force to be reckoned with.

The successive extremely cold winters have caused huge losses to the nouveau riche of the Southern Grasslands, most of whom were soldiers who rushed out of the Zegasi Pass with King Kugit more than ten years ago. They had almost no chance of getting ahead within the Zegasi Pass, and all the mines, pastures, and bazaars had been carved up by various old nobles, so these people were very eager to get the opportunity to rob their wealth. In fact, the propertied people of a country do not want war, because war does not necessarily bring them wealth, but may threaten their existing interests. But the low-level herdsmen, samurai, and nobles who had lost their property prayed all the time for war to come, and only riots could shake the already monolithic interest groups and give them a chance to rise.

In fact, this situation was discovered a long time ago in Swadia, the founder of Swadia, who was worshiped as the ancestor by successive kings, was a low-ranking nobleman of Karad, who was well aware of the human nature of gambling. The reason why he was able to become the founding king step by step from a junior officer is not that those who worship him say that he is destined to be, nor is it that those who defame him say that he is deceiving the world and stealing his name. What he did was simple, that is, he took advantage of the people's dissatisfaction with the situation to provoke a great upheaval, and in the midst of this chaos, he gathered a large number of people with an iron hand and great prospects to fight for himself, and finally won the fruits of victory.

As for the main force of his ranks, he rightly called them "proletarian scoundrels" in his diary, and his statement is very representative: "These people have no property, and are a force of restlessness. They have nothing to lose, so they don't care if they take part in any of the adventures in exchange for a 1 in 10,000 chance to change their fate. With proper guidance, they are able to fight bravely and burst out with amazing combat effectiveness. But their desire to change their destiny is too strong, a desire that can mold them into the most powerful revolutionaries, or the most terrible of saboteurs if they are not careful. We must guide them well, and in the midst of victory, we must not forget to appease them''We can satisfy this part of the population by dividing up a small number of established industries, so that the new country will have the most ardent supporters.'''"

This spirit of the "proletarian hooligans" who had destroyed the Karad Empire was now resurrected in the poor aristocracy of southern Kugit. Most of these nouveau riche had no well-established industries, and they suddenly rose to prominence more than a decade ago, acquiring large and small industries in the southern steppes, where they exhausted their wealth to develop their land. They have become the most astute farmers and workshop owners in their struggles, and they have become timid, no longer expecting war, and their ambitions have gradually faded, and they only want to live in their own comfortable land for the rest of their lives.

But a few years ago, the weather suddenly deteriorated dramatically, and these people watched their cattle and sheep freeze to death in their shacks; Watching the workshop come to a standstill because of the depletion of supply; Looking at the harvest of barley, buckwheat and wheat on the land, it is little by little, but there is nothing that can be done.

To the north of the Zegasi Pass, the old nobles, after suffering losses, dug a large pit in their backyard and pulled out a jar filled with dinars that had been buried for more than a hundred years, and relied on the blessings of their ancestors to survive the difficult times; And south of the Zegasi Pass, the new aristocrats could only watch the dead cattle and sheep in the yards, look at the empty barns, watch the hungry and crying children, and the women without new clothes in a silent daze. These people didn't have any emergency money left to them by their old families in their backyards, so their choice was to put on some rusty armor and go into the warehouse and take out their dusty sabers.

The poverty brought on by the cold has pushed more and more Kugit to the brink of bankruptcy, who meet in yurts on the steppe and whisper over mare's milk, which is already getting expensive. They told each other the news that in the warm land of the West there were barns full of wheat and yams; There was a room full of jewelry and cloth; There are the most elaborate metal vessels; There are the most watery women. The people there are afraid of war, the warriors there cannot fight, the government there is cowardly and incompetent, and the kings there are old and old.

Rumors are like poppy juice, addictive. More and more people were willing to leave their ruined industries behind to join the Khan's army, and the pressure to go to war was transmitted from the bottom up. When this pressure reached the gloomy King Kugit, it turned into impassioned exhortations from several representatives of the nobility, who swore to the Khan that as soon as the war began, all contradictions would be eliminated and that the Khanate would gain the greatest benefit from the war.

King Kugit sat alone on the throne in the dimly lit tent of the oil lamp, supporting his slightly heavy head with his left forearm, and he felt a deep weariness as he listened to the persuasion of several men below him with eager expressions on their faces.

"How many times is this?" King Qugit calculates that more and more people are demanding war, and they demand that even if there is no war, they should set up troops on the border and extort money from the countries of Middle-earth.

King Qugit knew that these people represented the myriad clan networks behind them, and he had no intention of challenging the de facto rulers of these countries. He knew that his glory was with them. He had to satisfy the desires of these people in order to secure his throne. This feeling gave him a deep sense of helplessness, and he knew that in the eyes of the world, he was the master of the revival of a Kugit: he led the men of Kugit to break through the barriers that Svadia had carefully built for centuries, and doubled the land of Kugit; He made the Kugit people no longer only know how to herd and shoot wolves, but also learn to cultivate and produce; He was open to immigrants of all nationalities to make Kugit stronger and more prosperous.

Only he knew that these things were not his own ideas at all, they were just the natural expansion and progress of Kugit in the course of hundreds of years of development. After witnessing the prosperity and advancement of agricultural civilization, a grassland people will naturally tend to learn and imitate; And when a nation cannot be confined to a corner because of the expansion of its population, it will inevitably gain more through war. This kind of state behavior, which is determined by the will of the state, is often attributed to his eloquence, and only he knows how powerless he is. He is only an arbiter who carefully balances the various forces of the state, like a diligent farmer, who regulates his land, walking on thin ice, as if facing a great enemy. Many times, he simply can't control the situation, and once the nobles have reached a consensus, it is difficult for him to change anything, and all he can do is choose how to do it, not decide whether to do it or not.