Southern Desert usually referred to the area south of the Gobi Desert and north of the Yin Mountains.
The land here was fertile and the water plants were lush. Hundreds of tribes of various sizes lived here.
The tribes on the grasslands did not care about cattle and sheep, but good pastures that could graze.
In order to fight for the ownership of the grassland, there would be some bloody conflicts every year.
It was useless even if the Southern Desert King's tent was there to mediate.
The grassland was only so big. If there were more people occupying it, there would naturally be fewer people occupying it.
Those who occupied more could safely survive the winter, while those who occupied less might not be able to survive the next year.
Every year, there would always be such tribes dying out, and new tribes would be born.
It was like a cycle.
Therefore, after receiving the summoning order from Prince Youxian, many tribes brought their own rations and weapons to join the army heading south.
Black Valley Tribe was one such small tribe.
There were only a few hundred people in the entire tribe, and dozens of warriors had all joined the war to plunder the south.
Since the young and strong had gone to war, many tasks such as herding and collecting grass fell on the shoulders of women.
Hawaqin was an ordinary prairie girl. She had just taken out the damp fur from the tent to dry.
He could vaguely feel the ground shaking. The first thought that came to his mind was, could it be that the men who went out to fight in the clan had returned?
He wondered how many good things they had stolen from the Han people. Did they have salt and tea bricks?
Salt and tea bricks were the most sought-after resources on the grasslands.
Long-term lack of salt would make one's limbs weak, while tea could help people digest oil.
Every year, there were people who died of constipation due to long-term consumption of meat and milk products.
However, Hawachin's expression quickly changed.
Because the vibrations of the horse hooves did not lessen as they approached, which was very unreasonable.
Most importantly, the Black Valley Tribe did not have that many horses and warriors.
In that case, it could only be an enemy.
"Enemy attack!"
It was followed by a shrill scream.
The originally peaceful tribe instantly became flustered.
Battles between tribes on the grasslands were not rare, but they rarely broke out after the king's tent issued a summoning order.
Such an action would be seen as a challenge to the authority of the king's tent.
Prince Youxian would never allow such a thing to happen. Those who offended him would be skinned and hung on the flagpole of the king's tent.
However, this was all in the future.
Under the command of the leader of the Dark Valley Division, the young boys and strong women were organized.
They held inferior weapons and rode old and weak horses to buy time for younger children and pregnant women to escape.
If he really couldn't escape, the latter wouldn't resist.
The winner would bring them back to the clan and make them a part of their family.
Therefore, the rise of the tribes on the grasslands was often very fast.
A tribe with tens of thousands of people could multiply their population several times in just a few years.
They relied on plundering and assimilating the women and children of other tribes.
Of course, their decline would also be extremely rapid.
Perhaps a defeat, or a natural disaster, would cause the originally flourishing tribe to collapse.
"Which tribe are you from? Our tribe responded to the order of the Right Tuqi King and received the protection of the king's tent.”
An elderly man tried to communicate with the white knight outside.
However, just as he took a step out of the camp, an arrow accurately hit his throat.
Seeing this scene, the camp became more and more restless.
A few young boys ignored the dissuasion of the people around them and rode out of the camp on their horses, as if they wanted to show off their martial courage.
The result was no different from the old man before. A few sharp arrows quickly took their lives.
When they saw more and more white cavalry surrounding the entire camp, they were shocked.
The women and children in the camp put down the weapons in their hands and prostrated themselves on the ground, making a submissive gesture.
This was a very common thing on the grasslands, and it was also the law of survival on the grasslands.
If the men of the tribe returned in the future and defeated these white knights, they would naturally be able to take them back.
If they could not, it was Longevity Heaven's will. They could only choose to accept such a fate.
In history, Genghis Khan, the pride of Mongolia, had his wife stolen when he was young. When he returned, he was still pregnant.
Genghis Khan still treated him like his own son, and the people around him did not criticize him.
The white knight outside the camp did not seem surprised at all.
They sent people into the tent to collect the available resources and brought everyone to an empty space.
Hawaqin stood in the crowd with his two children, looking a little uneasy.
The gazes of the surrounding white knights were too calm, even a little cold-blooded.
The previous victors were not like this. They would probably have already carried a slightly beautiful woman into the tent.
However, she could not figure out where the uneasiness came from. They had already expressed their allegiance and would be the victor's property from now on.
No one would harm their own property, right?
Hawaqin could only comfort himself like this.
Outside the camp, the eyes of the White Horse Battalion soldiers were filled with coldness.
The leader of the group, a young man with a white horse and a silver spear, seemed to have a look of pity on his face. His lips moved a few times, but he did not say anything.
"Sima Zhao, we can't wait any longer. The lord's main force is about to arrive.”someone reminded.
"But they're just a group of women and children!”
The young man riding the white horse with the silver spear was Zhao Yun. He could not help but retort.
"Women and children can kill people. Have you forgotten the lesson we encountered when we first entered the grassland?”
Hearing this, Zhao Yun couldn't help but think of the hatred and cruelty in the eyes of those Xiongnu children when they found out about their Han identities.
A few outstanding warriors of the White Horse Battalion did not fall on the battlefield, but died in their sleep at the hands of these children.
If the sentry cavalry had not noticed their movements at the first moment, the Han army's whereabouts would have been exposed long ago.
"Sigh!" Zhao Yun turned her head and waved her right hand gently.
The White Horse followers who received the order all drew their bows and shot arrows.
The people of Black Valley Tribe in the camp could not imagine why they would be attacked even though they had surrendered.
In just a few breaths, there was no one left standing in the camp.
Under the leadership of the officers, the soldiers of the White Horse Battalion entered the camp. As they attacked, they retrieved their arrows.
The arrowheads of the Han army were all made of refined iron. There was no place to replenish them on the grasslands, so they naturally had to use them sparingly.
Zhao Yun looked up at the sky, speechless.
At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from behind.
"This is war!"
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