The north wind is strong, and the grass grows yellow. The northward, the autumn colors deep in the grassland are much stronger than those elsewhere. If it were this time of previous years, people living here should be busy herding cattle and herding sheep, and the sound of barbarians all over the mountains and fields are filled with the sound of barbarians. The only harvest of these Hu people and barbarians who are not engaged in production throughout the year may be these cattle, sheep and grass.

It is naturally not easy to maintain an increasingly large ethnic group just by doing this. Especially in such a harsh environment, it takes the young and middle-aged people to make double their efforts to make the young and middle-aged people live and reproduce peacefully and reproduce so that their ethnic group can survive better.

All things are born with the strong, and the strong are prey on the weak. God has no absolute fairness or absolute unfairness. No matter what species it is, he can always find his own way of living. The blind bird will not starve to death! What's more, the ethnic group born with brute force. For the Hu people, they are naturally good at, that is, powerful plunder.

Since there is a simpler way to survive, why do you have to work hard to develop production? Perhaps, since their ancestors began to occupy this northern land, such a cognition has been going on for hundreds of years.

From the beginning of eating raw meat and drinking blood, wrapping grass into clothes, to gradually knowing how to build swords and weapons to capture prey. Later, they tamed wild horses and galloped back and forth on this land covered with grass, becoming the masters of the vast grassland. And their ambitions and greed grew bigger and bigger.

The Hu people on the grassland who are born with brute force and brave and good at fighting should become the king of this world! Other ethnic groups living everywhere should naturally worship and obey. For many years, this kind of arrogant and proud belief has filled the hearts of every Hu warrior.

I can ask for anything in the world! Who dares to refuse long swords and iron hooves?

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past nearly one or two hundred years, the living security of the Hu people was basically achieved through conquests and plunder. The fierce warriors rode war horses and returned home almost every time. Whether it was some barbarian tribes living in the east and west of them, or the neighbors in the south, the princes of the Central Plains, they could not stop their cavalry and edge.

The Hu cavalry was dispatched, and smoke and dust were everywhere. Wherever they went, they were robbed. Most of the vassal troops who were enemies were killed and fled in scattered. Over time, the Hu cavalry was called the northern wolf. It was not an exaggeration to stop children from crying when they were shocking.

Perhaps, the only setback that caused them over the years was that they had experienced several crushing defeats at the hands of the Zhao people. During the several wars on the border of Zhao, the Hu people basically did not get any advantage. Even if they crossed Yanshan, they were quickly driven back. This became a shame that all the Hu people were worried about, and it also became their deep hatred. This emotion was particularly strong in the hearts of the Hu cavalry who had the opportunity to fight with the Zhao people on the battlefield.

The hatred inherited from generation to generation is difficult to resolve. The old Hu people who no longer go to the battlefield due to injuries will instill this hatred into their sons. Younger and more cruel warriors take the swords in their hands, ride on war horses, put on armor, and continue to fight until they completely kill the tenacious enemy.

The setting sun sets, and the sunset is sunset in the sky. In about two more hours, dusk will fall. The grassland man named Mangliu stood up and stretched out his slightly hunched back. There were thousands of sheep he guarded. After most of the day, they were already full of food under the grass slope. After a while, they should be greeted and rushed back to the tribal tent there.

Mangliu was once a brave and warlike cavalry. In the past, he followed King Hu and generals out of the grassland several times and snatched the tribes around. Now that he is old this year, and his physical disability, he has to withdraw from the battlefield and stay on the grassland like many of the same Hu people. Perhaps the only use for them is to herd cattle and herd sheep and maintain daily life for the tribe.

The glory of the past has long been submerged in the setting sun. Mangliu shook the dead grass on his body, stood up and whistled, and began to drive away cattle and sheep. The sounds of far and near were harmonious, and that was the same herders as him were also preparing to drive cattle and sheep back to the tribe.

The setting sun and sunset in the autumn colors cover half of the sky, which is particularly magnificent. These blood-like colors made the disabled Hu man suddenly remember the years when he rode a horse and fought. However, such an opportunity could never be found again. This time, King Hu personally led the cavalry south, and he once stood on this grass slope and witnessed the scene of thousands of troops galloping away. That day, he was so excited that he burst into tears!

Whether it was him or all the other left-behind Hu people, they all believed that the Hu King who went on the battle in person would achieve absolute victory. This war, which gathered hundreds of thousands of grassland warriors, was better than the scale of all wars over the years. The most elite warriors, the most fierce war horses, and the sharpest sword armor. In order to organize this crucial war, Hu King Mo Ke mobilized almost all the forces he could gather. If the enemy could not be destroyed in this way, then the Hu people in the grassland would not be worthy of being called the titles of the wolf and the eagle!

How great would it be if the war of such a large scale had been organized in a few years earlier!

Mang Liu sighed in his heart and waved his whip helplessly. At that time, he could still get on the horse and follow King Hu to fight. But now, his knife has rusted and his body is old and disabled. He can only think about the majestic spirit of thousands of horse hooves in his heart.

Mangliu, who had already walked down the slope, suddenly heard a shout from the wind. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. When he looked in the direction of the sound, he was on another dirt hill on the southeast of the grass slope. Someone was panicked and rolled down, waving his hands while running, shouting and shouting. However, because the distance was too far away, he couldn't hear what was shouting clearly.

Mangliu didn't take it seriously at the beginning. This is deep in the grassland. Five or six larger tribes gathered within a radius of dozens of miles. Although the young warriors had already gone to war with King Hu, no accident would happen if they were the veterans of a hundred battles stayed to protect them. For a hundred years, no enemy has dared to enter the grassland casually! If there is danger, it is just a threat from wolves. Groups of wolves will come out to drag cattle and sheep away, and even hurt the tribe people. These are things that must be guarded against.

However, as an experienced Hu man, Mang Liu sniffed his nose hard, but there was no smell of the wolf pack in the wind. Instead, there seemed to be a familiar killing aura. Mang Liu hurriedly separated the grass, lay down and pressed his ears to the ground. The next moment, his face changed drastically, and he jumped up suddenly. Then he turned around and ran to the top of the grass slope. Standing at the high place, he seemed to hear a little clearly, and his face became paler. Because at this moment, with the shouting of warning, the Hu man with his right leg had already vaguely seen black clouds rolling up at the end of the grass. And his ears finally heard the sound of thunder falling to the ground. His heart suddenly jumped to his throat, and he also shouted desperately! However, the sound made by fear was like a wolf howling but not like a human voice!

"Run quickly, some cavalry are coming! Hurry up and let the tribe prepare to defend against the enemy... Hurry up!"

Almost at the same time, many shepherds ran back from far or near. The sights they saw undoubtedly came from the same direction.

The setting sun was like blood, and the clouds were low. The last rays of light rendered the grassland, and half of the sky and the ground seemed to be painted in blood. And in the opposite direction of such a strange scene, countless cavalry in black armor activated their war horses, shattered the deep grass that could reach their knees, and rushed towards this place that was like a burning flame.

Mang Liu didn't care about other people, nor did he care about the cattle and sheep running around. While running, he threw away his whip and pulled out the knife he carried with him. Not far away, there was a winding river water flowing through. The tribes surrounding both sides of the river were the location of his and many people.

Almost heard the warning, the five and six tribes on both sides of the river bank began to panic. They shouted loudly inside and outside, the figures of running and shaking, and the sword lights that began to appear... As brave Hu tribes, they never feared any enemies. Even in this case, the left-behind people could quickly organize and fight.

Mang Liu breathed a little relieved. These tribes had about tens of thousands of people, and if left-behind people like him gathered together, there were probably several thousand. Such a force was enough to protect the safety of the tribe's people.

However, the Hu man was too optimistic. He could not have thought about what kind of terrible army he had come to the grassland this time! On this flat grassland, the autumn wind came towards him, which made people feel energetic. The black cavalry team was like a tiger. Their speed was like flying, the horse's hooves were like thunder, and the sword light was like snow. When they rolled over the gentle slope of the grassland and appeared in the eyes of the Hu man again, they were already flags and flags, and the god of killing came, covering the sky and the sun.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves behind him getting closer and closer, Mang Liu, who was about to run to the river, suddenly stopped and turned around. The shepherds who ran back from all directions to report the news like him also made the same move. Perhaps, using these dozens of knives and their fearless body can temporarily provide some time for the tribe to fight!

However, they overestimated their abilities too much. The Hu Ben Army, which came with the belief of victory, had no power to stop it.

The young general who was rushing to the front was flying black cloak, and the long spear in his hand swept across, and several guys who blocked the horse's hooves flew into the air.

"It's the Zhao cavalry!...It's over, the catastrophe in the grassland!"

Mang Liu, who was spraying blood in the air, had no time to turn around this thought and died. And at his feet, millions of iron cavalry were flying across the river, splashing water and murderous aura soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!