Black Book

Chapter 402: Can't Stand the Blood
"Huh huh huh~"

The warm sunshine shone on the grass. A half-grown Centaur boy was lying on the hillside, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth and humming a little tune.

From time to time, the Centaur boy paid attention to the grazing cattle and sheep, and subconsciously looked far to the south with deep longing in his eyes.

The adults in the tribe all followed Marshal Hongjila to the south to forage for food and grain. I hope they can bring back more good stuff.

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

Just as he was fantasizing about using beautiful clothes to please Caoyuan Pearl and finally winning her heart, a barely perceptible vibration came from under him.

Stunned, the Centaur boy quickly put his ear to the ground and listened carefully.

Soon, he stood up, rushed to the top of the hill with a happy look on his face, and looked into the distance.

The adults who were away are back!

However, when the Centaur boy saw the black shadow "slowly" crawling on the horizon, his smile froze, and he narrowed his eyes in confusion, trying to distinguish it carefully.

Before long, the smile on his face turned into horror and fear. He quickly ran down from the top of the hill, crawling towards the tribe.

"Oh no! Oh no! The two-legged [man] is coming to kill us!"

Rushing all the way to the largest yurt, the Centaur boy found the old chief and told him in horror what he had seen.

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

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

The clan leader laughed and shook his head, but the boy next to him was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"Really, I really saw it!"

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

But at this moment, a terrified scream came from outside the yurt. The patriarch was startled and rushed out quickly.

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

Is this really the Southerner's 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, there had been expeditions to the grasslands by the southern empire, 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 disease or starvation, and then retreat in a panic.

Without the guidance of the Centaurs who are familiar with the terrain, it is impossible for other races to find the right direction in the vast and unmarked grassland!
But before the patriarch could figure it out, the cavalry in the distance began to slowly accelerate.

Upon noticing this scene, the old Centaur trembled all over and let out a sharp roar towards the elderly, the weak, the women and the children behind him.

"Run! Run!"

Afterwards, they gathered the few remaining young men and boys, and a dozen male Centaurs holding bows and arrows, bravely and heroically charged towards the distant army.

"We must hold him back..."

However, the words of encouragement came to an abrupt halt as a hideous arrow pierced through the old patriarch's forehead and came out from the back of his head, bringing up a sticky yellow-white liquid.

"........."

Bang!
With trembling pupils, the remaining centaur looked at the body of the old chief lying on the ground, then stared blankly at the enemy who was still several miles away, with deep despair in his eyes.

As people born to draw bows, they grew up pulling bowstrings, and naturally understand what it means when an enemy can accurately hit your forehead from 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 for survival still drove them to change their pace and stay as far away from the enemy as possible.

However, a series of cold lights like meteors streaked across the sky, and more than a dozen Centaurs were called out one by one. Their flying hooves suddenly lost their strength, and they fell to the ground, with a pool of sticky blood under them.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao put away his longbow and gently pulled the reins. The black horse under him understood and slowly slowed down.

Rumble~
The running cavalry quickly passed the young man in black and rushed forward, leaving only a small group of people left beside him.

"Commander-in-chief, are we still following the old rules?" "Well... I am a kind person and cannot stand the sight of blood. You guys handle it properly and don't let me see it."

The only native left, Dai Jinhong, nodded, clasped his hands and left tactfully.

"My subordinate understands!"

Only after Dai Jinhong walked away did Bai Linglong sigh.

"Although I know war is cruel, I'm still not used to massacres and silencing people."

After she said this, several Adventers beside her nodded in sympathy.

It was no problem for them to kill soldiers, but they couldn't bring themselves to kill the elderly, the weak, women and children.

"We can't let them run back and tip off, can we?"

Zhu Haomiao stretched his head to look, then laughed and shook his head.

"It's good to maintain a moral bottom line, so I let the indigenous people do it."

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

“This is their fate.”

"As for us who have descended, it is best for us not to be involved in this cause and effect."

They rode their horses slowly, and by the time Zhu Haomiao and his companions arrived at the remaining tent area, the cavalry that had gone out ahead had already returned.

"grown ups."

"Ah."

Dai Jinhong walked up to Zhu Haomiao, greeted him respectfully, and then followed him closely in silence.

One said nothing, the other asked nothing, and the two of them tacitly pretended that nothing had happened.

"Slaughter and eat the remaining cattle and sheep, 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 the dirty work anymore."

Realizing that dark and negative emotions were accumulating in Dai Jinhong's heart, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but comfort him.

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

Hearing these murderous words, Zhu Haomiao intuitively felt the deep blood feud between the two indigenous races, and looked at Dai Jinhong with an indescribable look.

"You're a little too extreme."

"........."

"Also, you don't have to worry about the future. Right now, Dazhen is on the eve of emerging from its cocoon and becoming a butterfly. It won't be long before the threat of the centaurs disappears forever, and they will become my 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 dynasties have defeated nomadic empires several times, but none of them has been able to establish effective rule on the grasslands. At most, they could only control the nomadic empires for a few decades, and then a powerful leader would emerge on the grasslands, and the two sides would enter the next round of love and hate.

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

"Not long-term, but forever."

“But there’s no way to farm here.”

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

"what?"

(End of this chapter)