Cold winds from the Odin Ice Sheet also began to wreak havoc on the eastern Great Plains.

After the vanguard legion of the nomads was killed by Diogo's secret sacrifice to the ancestral god of the Demon Dragon Clan, the arrogant and domineering nomadic legion became much more cautious.

Moreover, the ground was covered with snow, and the cavalry corps of the nomadic regiment Qingyi sè had begun to be ineffective.

Although the priests of the Prairie Temple accompanied them, when the snow was as thick as two feet covered the ground, even the power of the Prairie Temple could not effectively solve the problem of mount rations during large-scale legion transfers. So the invasion of the nomadic legions suddenly stopped, and they gathered in a foreign land that they had ravaged to the fullest, and began the long nest winter that the nomads were accustomed to.

The nomadic legion stopped attacking, and this piece of news was also handed to the Temple of Punishment by Arthur as quickly as possible, to the major temples of the Church, and to the countries of the Western Continent. In Arthur's 'Mission', Arthur boasted without blushing that it was because of his wise command and Diogo's bravery that he had curbed the invasion of the alien race.

In this official document, Arthur frantically asked the church to give him a reward, asked the Gallic Empire to give him a new territory, and asked the Great Yan Dynasty to replace the Caesar Empire with a noble title and give him corresponding noble treatment!

All in all, Arthur was like a mad dog, opening his mouth wide and snarling there, trying to tear off as much fat as he could.

The nomadic army of the Eastern Great Plains lost the ability to continue fighting in winter, but it is conceivable that once it opens, as long as the snow in the Eastern Great Plains melts and grass grows on the grasslands, then they will be like a pack of hungry wolves, swallowing the entire Eastern Great Plain, and then threatening the eastern frontier of the Great Yan Dynasty and knocking on the doorlink of the core hinterland of the Western Continent.

The snow was falling, but on the bridge between the eastern continent and the western continent, there was a lot of noise and boiling.

Slaves taken from the eastern plains had been distributed according to their military merits, and the nomadic tribes, large and small, had made a lot of money. In particular, the nomadic tribes who had been assigned a large number of female slaves were ecstatic to organize a large group of strong young people, taking advantage of the time of the nest to work hard, and strive to add Ding to the tribe after ten months.

The plundered large quantities of livestock, silk, tea, gold, silver, jewelry, and other goods dazzled the eyes of these poor nomadic tribes, whose leaders had never seen so much wealth? Especially those silk of very high quality, they were not willing to use it as clothing, but were ready to pass it on as a family heirloom from generation to generation.

Then they heard that the places that their sons had washed and plundered were only a hundred small countries that were not strong in the eastern plains!

Just a few small countries have so much wealth, but what about those big empires and kingdoms? how much wealth did the famous Gallic Empire and Caesar's Empire have? Those plundered slave girls are so beautiful, compared with the women on the bridge of the continent whose skin is extremely rough and worn by the wind and sand, the skin of these female slaves is so delicate and smooth, so white and lovely!

I really wonder if the women of the Gallic Empire and the Caesar Empire are more beautiful than these women of the Eastern Great Plains!

Wealth and women, these sturdy men of nomadic tribes, aren't these things they are after?

Cold winds and heavy snow dominated the entire continental bridge, and the high-ranking officials of the major nomadic khanates sent a large number of envoys to exchange information with each other. The looted wealth made the top brass of the Khanate, who had taken the lion's share of the spoils, ecstatic, and they were ready to mobilize more troops into the eastern plains as soon as they had enough pasture to spare!

For the high-ranking of these khanates, all the nomadic tribes were soldiers, and thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys could draw bows and kill people on war horses, even if they were women of those tribes, once they launched a ruthless attack, their lethality was not weaker than that of ordinary young people.

Basically, there are 10,000 nomadic tribes, and if they are ruthless, they can arm 7,000 qualified warriors. The remaining 3,000 people are nothing more than old people who can't move, and children who haven't grown up yet. And the whole bridge of the continent is the same as the khanate, large and small, how many people do they have? It is really the same as the stars in the sky, and the same as the yellow sand of the desert, which is innumerable.

And what if the warriors died in battle? As long as they could grab enough wealth, what tribe would not easily give birth to a bunch of children? In less than two years, like pasture, a new group of warriors would grow again.

So the top brass of the Khanate began to keep in close contact, and they had the intention to go all the way to the west, all the way to conquer the entire western continent.

Their allies, the aliens of the Five Islands and the Odin Ice Plains, had a sturdy Norman fort in front of them, but the nomadic legions were in front of a plain where their cavalry could run wild, and no one could stop their attacks!

But what the top brass of these khanates did not expect was that while they were only sending messengers to each other to deliver messages and nervously hook up, the patriarchs of the large and small tribes in their territory were already sitting together with friends.

Just like under the Golden Wolf Khanate, in a meadow with tender green pastures in the winter because of the hot springs that bubbled up from the ground, a huge tent decorated with silver was tightly guarded at the core by tens of thousands of fierce nomadic warriors.

Hundreds of richly dressed tribal chiefs sat around a campfire in a huge tent, each with delicacies such as roast lamb shanks and roast beef, as well as wine and tea looted from the eastern plains. They laughed and laughed loudly, enjoying the delicious food and wine that they were reluctant to eat and drink in the winter of previous years.

"The kids did a good job! They sent back five thousand fat nǎi cattle to their tribe, supposedly from a pasture called the Principality of Bullshit. There are also thousands of fine breeding horses, hundreds of thousands of sheep, and more than 20,000 beauties who come out of the water with a pinch!"

"Yes, our children are also very competitive, they have captured a gold mine in the Principality of Montenegro, and have robbed countless gold coins and ingots. Hahaha, our tribe is now the richest tribe within a radius of three thousand miles!"

"Hmph, who says it's not? Our doll is also working hard, the weapons and armor they sent back are enough for our tribe to arm another 300,000 warriors! Hmph, you haven't seen bows and arrows produced in those countries, that's really good, a mile away, can shè pierce a wolf skull!"

The chiefs of the tribe boasted about their harvest, and the warriors they sent out worked hard to burn and loot, and their tribe was able to live a fat winter this time. Eat and drink as much as you want, play with the stolen slave girls to your heart's content, and when autumn arrives in ten months, a large number of newborn babies will be added to the tribe!

Isn't the reason why a tribe is strong and prosperous is that little by little it is accumulated?

"It's a pity that the Great Khan and them have taken too much of the spoils!" a big man with a rough face complained in a low voice: "It is said that the Great Khan and the princes took seventy percent of the spoils, and their subordinates took one percent, and we, the hard-working tribes, only got two percent of the booty. ”

"Gold and silver jewelry, is the least. Silk, is the worst. Tea leaves are aged. Women are also the ugliest, the oldest, or the ones who are about to lose their anger by their play. And the slaves, those who were skilled in casting and other craftsmen, weren't they all taken away!"

The chiefs of the tribe closed their mouths at the same time, and they quietly listened to the big man's complaints.

After a long time, an old man trembled and said: "Yes, this time the troops were dispatched, and the direct clansmen of the Great Khans did not dispatch much, and more than ninety percent of the soldiers were dispatched by our bitter small tribes!

"But isn't it, when I was distributing the spoils, I fell in love with a little girl who had just turned thirteen years old, and wanted to bring it back to my youngest son as a child daughter-in-law!

"Old Golden Bull, that's the nephew of the Golden Wolf Khan's relatives, the old coyote, you dare to rob the girl with him?"

"It's not fair! Anyway, it's not fair! Why can't we get a little more gold, silver, and jewelry, why can't we get the best silk, why can't we get better tea, why can't we play with prettier, more noble women?"

"Think about the princesses and princesses of those kingdoms and principalities, the princesses and princesses who were robbed, and those noble beauties are said to be hundreds of thousands of people, but they are all occupied by the Great Khan and the princes. What fell into our hands were the daughters and wives of some farmers and herdsmen, ah, haven't we been tired of playing with our own mother-in-law for so many years!"

There was a loud laugh in the tent, and all the patriarchs laughed, but didn't they, their own yellow-faced women had long been tired of it, and those female slaves who had been forcibly plundered from the eastern plains, with their white skin, and their delicate figures, how charming they were!

And what about their own women? Their arms are as thick as their own arms, their waists as thick as their waists, their strength as great as their own, their sabers and bows and arrows, and their fighting power is almost as strong as their own.

In addition to being able to give birth to such a woman, if you really want to talk about the taste, where is the taste of those female slaves?

"Well, we're going to continue to fight after we start!"

"But no, it's open, we must continue to do it, we have broken through the iron wall of defense!"

"Well, the closer we get to the front line, we'll ...... Ahaha, then, let's strike first!"