Early the next morning, the harsh sun shone on the lush grasslands.

When the wind blows, the grass under the sun shines with a little sparkling luster, which is very beautiful.

A large herdsman began to graze as usual today, but if you look closely, you can see that their herds are not very large, but the horses are quite numerous.

Normally, in order to meet the needs of life, the herders do not raise their horses to a large extent.

After all, horse meat is as delicious as beef and mutton, and beef and mutton can be eaten and can be used as clothes, and the economic and practical value is simply not too good.

But the small tribe of 500 people has nearly 600 horses, and there is still a lot of spare space for these horses, except for some old and weak who do not need horses at all.

The number of cattle and sheep is about 1,000, and there are herdsmen with sheepdogs who are already driving the sheep and cattle to graze farther and fatter pastures.

Little Bock is the son of an ordinary herdsman of the Xiaohezi tribe, and he appears to be stunted compared to the sons of other herdsmen.

is eighteen years old, but he is only 1.7 meters tall, and his body is not as strong as that of ordinary grassland people, and he looks like a thin dog mixed in with a bunch of strong men.

"Eji, I know, it's just that grazing won't be a problem."

Little Bock smiled at his mother.

His mother would give him a few words of advice almost every day when he went out, and he knew why he paid so much attention to it.

Because of Abu's death in this camp, they were often bullied by their fellow people in other camps in the tribe.

If the sheep and cattle are not careful, they will be snatched away by others, and as long as they do not know how to come, it is useless to look for the shepherd of their tribe.

The shepherd is fair, but there will also be favoritism, there are so many things in the tribe, the less you have, the more others will have, who told you that there are not more men in your family?

Of course, the shepherd will definitely take care of things on the surface, so little Bock can only watch his flock every day.

Because they did not dare to herd their flocks farther away, their flocks were never very fat, and their size and quantity were far inferior to those of other camps.

Herding a flock of twenty or thirty sheep, Pock began to graze two miles from the tribe.

A pure-blooded mastiff began to run, and some of them began to graze the herd, and after making sure that the herd was within the designated range, he barked at his master, Pock, and immediately lay on the ground and stuck out his big tongue.

This is not a Tibetan mastiff, but a Mongolian mastiff, and the running speed is not fast, this is because they have very thick hair on their bodies, plus they are large, and it is very difficult to run continuously.

Pure-blooded mastiffs are still very loyal and will not have the same unstable temperament as later generations of hybrids.

Grazing is also a good hand, and later generations of mastiffs will be out of breath when they run a few steps with their large fluffy hair because of their excessive pursuit of large size.

But in fact, pure-blooded ones don't get tired and lie down when they run casually.

Some generous herders often have 2-3 mastiffs in their homes, which can effectively protect the sheep from wolves.

However, at this moment, the mastiff suddenly began to bark wildly without warning.

This bark suddenly frightened the sheep and began to run back, and at the sight of this movement, Poke suddenly became vigilant.

His dog didn't bark wildly, he first looked left and right, and then quickly turned over and dismounted, his ears close to the ground.

"Chirp~!"

His expression was suddenly solemn, and he quickly mounted his horse and blew a whistle at the same time.

The mastiff was ordered to run quickly, quickly driving the sheep in the direction of the tribe.

Da-da-da-da! ~

But soon a dense sound of horses' hooves came like war drums from far and near.

The ground began to tremble, as if the earth dragon was turning over.

Polk turned his head to look, and suddenly his eyes were split, and he saw a large group of black-pressed cavalry at the end of the horizon speeding towards this side.

As Pok was less than a mile away from the tribe, movement was heard on the other side of the camp.

I saw a column of Xiaohebu herdsmen who were quickly armed, and began to be armed, carrying bows and knives on their backs.

Soon nearly two hundred horsemen were armed, and under the credible whistle of the patriarch An An, an eagle eagle hovered high in the air and landed on his shoulder.

It was a big flower sculpture raised by the shepherd, also called Zatang Wuba.

It seems that the eagle owl has passed the message to the shepherd.

Pock almost watched as the herdsman warriors of the tribe passed by him.

At the same time, a sentence came to his ears.

"Pock! You are also a tribal warrior, join us! ”

Hearing this, Polk was puzzled, but he still gave the news to his mastiff to drive the sheep home alone, and he turned his horse's head and followed the large army to charge.

Polk didn't want to fight hard, he was an outsider here.

Moreover, every time the tribe went out to trade, almost none of his family's share, and those who could follow the shepherd to eat and drink well were those who had one or two strong laborers in their families.

It's like a pyramid, where the upper layers exploit the middle layer, the middle level exploits the bottom layer, and the bottom can only suffer in silence.

As the two sides drew closer, Polk saw that the tribal warriors in the front row had begun to shoot arrows with bows.

Because he couldn't see what was ahead of him, but soon a series of dense gunshots rang out.

He is no stranger to guns, and there are also guns in the tribe, which they all bought in exchange, and they just exchanged them a few days ago, and they are going to sell them to Outer Mongolia in a few days.

But almost all the warriors of the tribe were unaccustomed to it, finding it too cumbersome and not as accurate as their arrows.

The battle in front of Polk didn't know what was going on, but he knew that after the two sides completed two waves of salvos, they directly entered the white-knuckle battle, and the cavalry of both sides directly crossed into the opponent's formation.

Howls began to appear, as well as the sound of blades breaking through the body.

Pock was also in the crowd, and after a few moments, the enemy rode up to him, and he could even see the cold and silent faces of the other men.

These enemies were unusual, and he had not heard of them unheard of the steppe conflict.

Once the confrontation between the two sides enters hand-to-hand combat, they will shout loudly to scare and intimidate and boost morale.

But the group of enemies in front of them was so cold and terrible that they didn't say a word at all, like silent hunters.

I don't know if it was his luck, after the enemy cavalry who confronted him killed a clansman, he ran out of strength, and did not swing the knife again, and directly gave Boke over.

Polke's first experience of fighting, he was even more at a loss, let alone fighting back.

In the first wave of charges, the two sides completed the change.

It's just that when Pock turned his head to look around at his people, he was a little stunned.

Nearly two hundred clansmen, this will already be as if they have been screened by a comb, nearly half of the staff.

And the other party also has some damage, but not much.

What kind of people are this?

Poke couldn't help but swallow, because the difference in numbers between the two sides was not large.

The number of the other party is slightly larger, but there are only a few dozen more people.

There were dozens of more people, and the casualty ratio on both sides came to 20:100.