Deep in the vast grassland, the slowly setting sun cast its last fiery red light on a small grassland tribe.

This grassland tribe is not large in scale, and the entire tribe only has a population of one or two hundred people.

However, their life does not seem to be difficult.

In the tribal camp, several children who looked to be eleven or twelve years old were playing a wrestling game.

From time to time, there was a cry of "咿咿 Yeah".

Everyone seemed extremely serious.

One of the children, after a lot of effort, finally put the other child down on the ground.

In exchange for a burst of cheers from the other children around him.

"Win! That day Risong won!"

"He defeated Gegemu!"

The child who was called "Narisong" took two deep breaths and raised his hands with excitement, enjoying the cheers of other children like a winner.

However, his excitement soon completely dissipated with the appearance of a figure.

"Hey! Amu! Compete with me again. This time, I will definitely beat you!"

The child whom Narisong calls 'Amu' is very thin and looks slightly malnourished.

At twelve years old, he is almost as tall as some eight or nine-year-old children in the tribe.

But he was carrying a heavy bundle of firewood on his back.

It shows that although Amu is thin, his strength is not weak at all.

Now, he can already do some things to help the adults in the tribe.

Such as handling prey or chopping firewood.

Hearing Risong's voice, Amu turned around lightly.

The expression on his face told everyone the origin of the name 'Amu'.

Amu is not a formal name, and he does not have a formal name.

Because Amu's parents were killed by horse thieves when he was still very young.

Amu, who hid aside and witnessed the whole process, had a dull expression after that, so he got the nickname Amu.

But don't underestimate him.

Every child in the tribe knows that Amu is the strongest child in the tribe.

Narisong has challenged Amu several times, but has never won.

And every time I lose completely.

I heard from the adults in the tribe that in two years, when Amu grows older, they can take him out hunting directly.

This is a treatment that no other child has.

Feeling Amu's lifeless eyes fall on him, Risong felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

The momentum that was quite good at first was suddenly weakened by more than one head.

After realizing it later, Risong couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, secretly cursing himself for not living up to expectations.

How could Amu become intimidated after just one glance?

Just when he was about to take a deep breath and bite the bullet and say a few harsh words.

The sound of horse hoofs in the distance made the children in the tribe feel strange.

As children who grew up on the grassland, they are definitely no stranger to the sound of horse hooves.

But the strange thing is that the adults in their tribe returned from hunting long before sunset. Where did the sound of horse hooves come from?

Just when the children were thinking this.

The adults staying in the tent rushed out of the tent one after another with weapons in their hands.

Then, I heard the leader shouting loudly...

"All the women and children should go back to the camp and hide, and the men should prepare themselves for battle!"

Obviously, as the leader of this small tribe, his many years of experience have made him realize that those who come are not evil.

Almost at the same time the leader shouted these words.

A group of men and horses galloping in the distance caught their sight.

There is no doubt that this team of people is Siqin and others who escaped all the way here!

For one and a half months, they have been on the run for a full month and a half, facing the pursuit of the Civilized Cavalry from All Realms!

The food stored in the original hiding camp was enough for them to eat until next year.

However, after an emergency occurred, it was impossible for Siqin to take away all the food.

Therefore, out of long-term considerations, he began to control his daily food consumption from the first day he escaped from the camp.

But even so, after holding on all the way until now, I am almost reaching my limit.

Even Si Qin, as the king, looked obviously thin at this time, with messy beard covering his entire face, making him look very depressed.

He hadn't eaten enough for a week, and his hungry stomach made his whole brain feel dizzy.

If this continues, they will have to consider killing horses for meat.

It was at this time that the scouts in charge of exploring the road discovered a small tribe.

When Siqin heard the news, his spirits were lifted.

Then he quickly asked...

"How many people are there in that tribe?"

The scout thought for a moment and then replied...

"Report to the king, look at the number of people in the camp, there are at most one or two hundred people!"

After receiving this answer, Siqin took a deep breath, and then glanced at the remaining prairie cavalry behind him.

After being chased by the cavalry of all civilizations for so long, now there are only a pitiful fifty or sixty of the prairie cavalry under his command.

For a moment, Si Qin felt very sad in his heart.

A few months ago, he was the king of the Qarhan Grassland Kingdom with a population of hundreds of thousands and thousands of grassland cavalry.

But now, they are in such a state of desolation that the remaining forty or fifty prairie cavalry under their command have all become sallow and listless because they have not had enough to eat for a long time.

They are just like a bunch of low-class horse thieves.

But no matter what, it is good to be alive.

He only has a few men left, and they are not in good condition, but at least the weapons and equipment are still there.

The other party is just a small tribe with a population of one or two hundred people.

Excluding the old, weak, women and children in the tribe, how much fighting strength does it have?

After destroying this small tribe and grabbing enough food, as long as he can continue to live, he will find a chance to make a comeback!

With this thought in mind, Si Qin decisively issued the order to attack, and led his prairie cavalry to quickly charge towards the small tribe.

Their approach undoubtedly aroused the other party's vigilance.

Looking from a distance, they could clearly see that the elders, women and children of the tribe were hiding in the tents, while men with weapons rushed outside.

After confirming their threat, the other party took action without any ambiguity at all.

Arrows were shot directly at them.

In the past, even when it was just the Chaerhan tribe.

Facing such a pitiful bow and arrow attack, Si Qin probably couldn't help but laugh.

However, at this moment, he couldn't laugh at all.

Because in the next second, a prairie cavalryman on their side who was in bad condition was knocked to the ground by an arrow from the opponent...
Chapter completed!