The Black Book

"Huh huh huh~"

The warm sunshine shines on the grass, and a half-grown centaur kid is lying on the hillside, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, humming a little tune here and there.

Paying attention to the grazing cattle and sheep from time to time, the centaur boy subconsciously looked to the south with deep longing in his eyes.

The adults in the clan have followed Marshal Hongjira to the south to hunt for grass in the valley. I hope they can come back with more good things.

The iron pots made by Two-legged Sheep are very useful, and their clothes are also very beautiful...

Just when he was fantasizing about using beautiful clothes to please Prairie Pearl, and finally hugging the beauty back, an undetectable vibration came from underneath him.

With a stunned look on his face, the centaur boy quickly put his ear to the ground and listened carefully.

Soon, he stood up and rushed to the top of the hillside with a happy face, looking far into the distance.

The adults who went out are back!

However, when he saw the "slowly" creeping black shadow on the horizon clearly, the centaur boy's smile faltered, and he narrowed his eyes in confusion, carefully distinguishing it.

Not long after, the smile on his face turned into one of horror and fear, and he quickly ran down the top of the hillside, rolling and climbing towards the tribe.

"It's not good! It's not good! The two-legged [people] are coming to kill!"

Rushing all the way to the largest yurt, the centaur boy found the old patriarch and told in horror what he saw.

"Hahaha, are you dazzled? Our ranch is thousands of miles away from the south. How could those two-legged sheep fly here?"

"What's more, Marshal Hongjila is leading his people to clear grass in the valley in the south, and there are countless tribes along the way..."

The clan leader laughed and shook his head, but the boy beside him was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Really, I really saw it!"

"Did you mistake the caravan or the people from other tribes?"

But at this moment, a horrified scream came from outside the yurt, and the patriarch was frightened and rushed out.

Ten seconds later, he saw a dense black shadow emerging in the distance, and his pupils slowly shrank to the size of a pinhole.

Is it really the southern army? !

How come they are here? !

This place is thousands of miles away from their border!

Aren't they afraid of getting lost and dying on the grassland?

In the past, it was not that there were no imperial expeditions to the grasslands in the south, but most of the time they would get lost in the vast sea of ​​grass.

There is no need to attack at all, most of them will die of illness and starvation, and then retreat in embarrassment.

Without the guidance of centaurs who are familiar with the terrain, it is impossible for other races to find the right direction on the vast unmarked grassland!

But before the clan leader could figure it out, the cavalry in the distance began to accelerate slowly.

Upon noticing this scene, the old centaur trembled and screamed at the old, weak, women and children behind him.

"Run! Run!"

Afterwards, the remaining young men and half-grown men were gathered together, and a dozen male centaurs held bows and arrows and marched tragically toward the distant army.

"We must hold him back..."

However, the words of encouragement came to an abrupt end, and a ferocious arrow penetrated the old patriarch's eyebrows, pierced out from the back of his head, and brought up sticky yellow-white liquid.

"…………"

Boom~

With trembling pupils, the remaining centaur looked at the old patriarch's body lying on the ground, and then looked blankly at the enemy still a few miles away, with deep despair in his eyes.

As people who are born to draw bows, they have grown up pulling bowstrings since they were young. Naturally, they understand what it means when an enemy can accurately hit you between the eyebrows from several miles away.

Can't hit, can't escape...

There is no point in struggling, you can only close your eyes and wait for death!

But the instinct of survival still drove them to change their pace and stay as far away from the enemy as possible.

However, a series of meteor-like cold lights pierced the sky, and more than a dozen centaurs were called out one by one. Their flying hooves suddenly lost strength and fell to the ground, with a pool of sticky blood underneath them.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao put away her long bow and gently pulled the reins. Wu Hao under her body understood and slowed down slowly.

Rumble~

The running cavalry quickly rushed forward past the young man in black, leaving only a small group of people behind him.

"Commander, are you still following the old rules?"

"Well...I am a kind-hearted person and I don't want to see blood. You should handle it yourself and don't let me see it."

Dai Jinhong, the only remaining native, nodded and left with a discerning fist in his hands.

"My subordinate understands!"

When Dai Jinhong walked away, Bai Linglong sighed leisurely.

"Although I know that war is cruel, I am still not used to killing people."

As soon as she said this, several descendants beside her nodded with concern.

It's okay to let them kill the army, but they still can't do it when it comes to the old, weak, women and children.

"We can't let them go back and report the news, right?"

Zhu Haomiao stretched out his head and looked around, laughing and shaking his head.

"It's a good thing to maintain a moral bottom line, so I let the indigenous people take action."

"They are different from us. They can destroy the enemy without any psychological burden."

"This is their [fate]."

"And for us descendants, it's best not to get involved in this layer of karma."

They marched slowly, and by the time Zhu Haomiao and others arrived at the remaining camp area, all the cavalry who had gone out had returned.

"grown ups."

"Um."

Dai Jinhong walked to Zhu Haomiao, greeted him respectfully, and then followed him step by step, silently.

No one said anything, no one asked, the two of them tacitly pretended that nothing happened.

"Slaughter and eat all the cattle and sheep left behind, and rest here tonight."

"Yes!"

"At our speed, we can raid the Golden King's Court tomorrow. After this battle, our attitude towards the grassland will change from suppression to appeasement. Then you won't have to do dirty work anymore."

Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but comfort Dai Jinhong when he noticed that the dark and negative emotions were accumulating in his heart.

Hearing this, Dai Jinhong frowned: "Sir, if you don't cut the grass at the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze. We are not afraid of doing dirty work..."

Hearing this murderous words, Zhu Haomiao directly felt the blood feud between the two indigenous races, and looked at Dai Jinhong with a hard-to-describe look.

"You are a bit too extreme."

"…………"

"In addition, you don't have to worry about the future troubles. Now [Dazhen] is on the eve of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly. It won't be long before the threat of the centaurs will disappear forever, and they will become good people who can sing and dance."

Understanding Zhu Haomiao's subtext, Dai Jinhong looked at him in surprise.

Over the past thousands of years, the Central Plains dynasty has defeated the nomadic empire several times, but never once was it able to establish effective rule on the grassland. At most, it was a few decades of control, and then a powerful ruler appeared on the grassland, and the two sides entered the next round of love and hatred.

"Sir, are you going to rule the grassland for a long time?"

"Not long, but forever."

"But there is no way to farm here."

"That's because you are too stupid to cultivate useful seeds. It will be possible soon in the future."

"Ah?"