As long as I live long enough, no one can compete with me.

Chapter 280

The northern tartar was in chaos.

The sky is pale, the wilderness, and the windblown grass is low to see cattle and sheep.

On the steppe, several young men and women wielded their horses and whips, not caring in the slightest about the coming war.

For them, war is really commonplace.

Gualgege told Pang Jun that every steppe person, from the moment they were born, had been hung on their belts and could be taken off at any time.

Within a few days, Pang Jun personally experienced the first war in his life.

In winter, the river is freezing cold, and every time you cross a river, a man falls.

The men and horses on both sides collided like two walls.

This green grassland was suddenly strewn with corpses, blood flowing like rivers, some seriously injured, some died tragically, and some rolled all over the ground.

Pang Jun was completely frightened and stupid by this face, if not counting the previous beatings by Nizi in the village, this was his first life and death fight.

Gualgeg also carried a machete and killed red eyes.

After the fight, Gurgeg was stabbed in the waist and thigh.

Pang Jun was distressed and applied medicine to her.

Gualgeg said that it didn’t hurt, but his pale face said everything.

Pang Jun knew that if he continued to fight like

this, this tribe might lose in a short time, but he knew that this battle, the tribe must fight.

Because this is not a simple battle, but a fight for a place to survive in the future.

The resources on the grassland are limited, and except for a few products such as meat and milk, many of the living resources that nomads need must be obtained from the agricultural areas in the south.

And the countries of the Central Plains will not allow a powerful nomadic people to appear, so they will use the resources in their hands to constantly instigate wars between tribes.

Or provoke an internal war between the big tribes and divide them.

If so, the war is fundamentally hopeless.

Tomorrow you hit me, the day after tomorrow I hit you.

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Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps.

The Central Plains established a dynasty, and even the shortest could exist for thirty or forty years.

But few tribes in the steppe can live so long.

At night, Pang Jun looked at the vast sea stars in the distance and looked at the grassland in the distance.

Thinking about muddy trails, thinking about the wheels of an ox cart ….

He held the book of soldiers written by Xu Fan in his hand, and there was a huge drawing on the table.

It was a wooden crossbow.

Pang Jun recalled every knowledge that Xu Fan imparted to him as a child.

He didn’t know what he could change.

However, in Pang Jun’s subconscious, he felt that he should do his best.

“Sir… I will not disgrace you. ”

…………

The osmanthus tree planted by Xu Fan bloomed.

The fragrance is overflowing, the trees are layered on top of each other, and the gold is overflowing with silver.

Under the osmanthus tree, Liu Xin and several people spread clean mattresses.

Then gently tap the branches and leaves with a long bamboo pole, and for a while, the osmanthus flowers of the tree fall, as if a rain of flowers falls.

Xu Fan was lying on the Taishi chair, holding a cup of osmanthus tea in his hand.

Put in a dozen dried osmanthus flowers and a little honey.

Xu Fan added a little more goji berries.

The main functions are: warm yang qi, warm yang qi, and warm yang qi.

Xu Fan looked at several people in the distance holding poles, beating happily.

At this moment, a gentle mountain breeze blew through, carrying a strange fragrance.