The Lord of the Worlds of Civilization

But their lives don't seem to be so difficult.

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

From time to time, there was a burst of 'babbling' shouting.

Each of them seemed extremely serious.

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

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

"Win! That Risong won!"

"He defeated Gegemu!"

The child who was called 'Na Ri Song' took a few breaths, raised his hands high with excitement, and enjoyed the cheers of other children like a winner.

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

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

The child called "Amu" by Nari Song was very thin, and seemed to be slightly malnourished.

At the age of 12, he is about the same height as some eight or nine-year-old children in the tribe.

But on the back is a bundle of firewood that is full of weight.

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

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

For example, handling prey, or chopping firewood.

Hearing Nari Song's voice, Amu turned his head lightly.

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

Amu is not an official name, nor does he have an official name.

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

Amu, who hid aside and witnessed the whole process, has always had a Mumu expression after that, so he has the name Amu, which seems to be a nickname.

But don't underestimate him.

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

Nari Song had challenged Amu several times, but never won.

And lose very thoroughly every time.

I heard from the adults in the tribe that in two years, when Amu grows up, he will be able to take him out to hunt directly.

This is a treatment that other children do not have.

Feeling Amu's lifeless eyes falling on him, Na Risong panicked inexplicably.

The originally quite good momentum suddenly weakened by more than one head.

Then Na Risong, who came to his senses, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and secretly scolded himself for being too disappointing.

How could he be cowarded after being glanced at by Amu?

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

There was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, which made the children in the tribe feel strange.

As children who grew up on the prairie, they are absolutely no strangers to the sound of horseshoes.

But the strange thing is that the adults in their tribe came back from hunting long before sunset. Where did the sound of horseshoes come from now?

Just when the children were thinking so.

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

Afterwards, only the leader shouted loudly...

"All the women and children go back to the camp and hide, and the men are all ready to fight!"

Obviously, as the leader of this small tribe, his years of experience have made him realize that the visitor is not kind.

Almost at the same time as the leader shouted these words.

A group of people galloping on horseback in the distance caught their eyes.

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

For a month and a half, facing the pursuit of the Wanjie Civilized Cavalry, they have been running away for a full month and a half!

In the original camp where they were hiding, there was enough food for them to eat until next year.

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

Therefore, for the sake of long-term consideration, he began to control his daily food consumption as early as the first day he escaped from that camp.

But even so, all the way to the present, it is almost reaching the limit.

Even Siqin, who is the great king, is obviously thinner at this time, with messy beard all over his entire face, looking very downcast.

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 and eating meat.

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

Siqin was refreshed when he heard the news.

Then quickly asked...

"How many people are there in that tribe?"

The scout thought for a while and replied...

"Report to the king, look at the number of tents, at most one to two hundred people!"

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

After being hunted down by the cavalry of the Myriad Realms civilization for so long, now only the poor [-] or [-] prairie cavalry under his command are left.

For a while, Siqin felt very sad.

A few months ago, he was the king of the Chaerhan Prairie Kingdom with a population of 10,000+ and thousands of prairie cavalry.

But now, it was so depressing that the remaining forty or fifty prairie cavalrymen under their command were all pale, emaciated and listless because of not having enough to eat for a long time.

It's like a bunch of low-class horse thieves.

But anyway, it's good to be alive.

There are only a few people left in his hands, and his condition is not good, but at least the weapons and equipment are still there.

The opponent is just a small tribe with a population of 200.

Leaving aside the old and weak women and children in the tribe, how much combat power is there?

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

With such thoughts in mind, Siqin decisively gave the order to attack, and led the prairie cavalry under his command to quickly charge towards the small tribe.

Their approach undoubtedly aroused the other party's vigilance.

From a distance, they could clearly see that the old people, women and children in the tribe had all hid in the tents, while the men with weapons rushed outside.

After confirming their threat, the other party's actions were not ambiguous at all.

Arrows shot directly at them.

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

Faced with such a pitiful bow and arrow attack, Siqin probably couldn't help laughing.

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

Because in the next second, a prairie cavalry soldier on their side who was in poor condition was shot to the ground by the opponent's arrow...

Chapter 898, the end of the sigh

The prairie cavalry under his command were not made of iron after all.

The soldiers who haven't had enough food for several days in a row are almost at their limit.

At the same time, due to the previous pursuit, their arrows have long been exhausted.

Now facing the long-range attack of this group of grassland people, it is really difficult for them to fight back.

Fortunately, the horses they rode were all high-quality war horses.

But horses are different from people.

Horses only need to eat grass to fill their stomachs.

Although the soldiers were hungry, the horses were basically not affected too much.

The speed of running wildly was still astonishing. In the blink of an eye, one by one, the grassland cavalry wielding their weapons frantically rushed into the camp of that grassland tribe.

Rampage all the way, directly killed several prairie people.

Then accompanied by the complete reduction of the distance.

The prairie cavalry wielding their sharp blades directly took advantage of their weapons and equipment.

After paying the casualties of a dozen soldiers.

The prairie people who dared to resist were killed in a short period of time.

Afterwards, they considered the possibility of exposing their whereabouts by leaving them alive.

Siqin directly issued the order to kill.

The screams echoed frantically throughout the entire camp.

During these days, they have been suppressed for too long.

At this moment, the killing became their outlet.

One by one, they rushed into the tent with bloody long knives.

Afterwards, anyone who appeared in their line of sight, no matter if it was an old man, a woman, or a child, would be killed!

A strong smell of blood filled the camp.

All the prairie cavalry seemed to be possessed by demons at this moment.

But no one noticed that in a corner of the camp, a thin figure was slowly approaching Siqin standing in the center of the camp.

Compared with this camp where the screams were endless, that figure was too quiet.

He approached slowly like that.

After he got close to a certain distance, the seemingly thin figure exploded with astonishing strength.

With two quick steps, he jumped up.

The grass rope tightly held in his hand was directly wrapped around Siqin's neck when he jumped up!

It's too late, it's too soon.

The moment the straw rope wrapped around Siqin's neck, it began to tighten crazily.

This was completely beyond his expectation, and Siqin had no time to react.

The rough straw rope quickly pulled into the flesh of his neck.

It made his face that was so pale that there was hardly any blood in it instantly turn blood red!

It was the straw rope that Amu usually used to bind firewood.

It's old, but solid.

At this time, it became the best weapon to take the life of the King of the Chaerhan Prairie Kingdom!

A strong sense of suffocation kept sweeping over him, making him unable to make any sound at all.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

The impact of falling to the ground did not make Amu let go, but instead made his hands pulling the straw rope a little harder.