Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

The wind blows the grass low, and there are herds of cattle and sheep. On this green grassland, you can see horses, cattle, sheep, and children playing and frolicking everywhere.

Not far away, there is a vast stretch of tents. This is the Chahamongkan tribe, a affiliated tribe of the Condor Empire. It has a population of tens of thousands and is a medium-sized nomadic tribe on the grassland.

"Ehhe (mother), when will Azha (father) come back? I miss him."

In the sheepfold, a little boy about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a fur coat, asked his mother who was milking the goat.

While asking, the little boy Qi Yanjin was playing with a small and exquisite jade tiger in his hand. There were obvious craftsmanship styles of the Dali Dynasty on it. The Condor Empire basically could not produce it, nor did it have the level to create such exquisite handicrafts.

"Your Aza has gone to the Grass Valley with the tribe leader to do great things. When your Aza comes back, I will bring you a lot of good things from the Central Plains. You will be very happy then."

Sang Manke, who was milking a sheep, raised her head, put down the iron basin full of goat milk in her hand, picked up the sheep with her waist as thick as a bucket, put it in the sheep pen next door, grabbed a new ewe and started milking.

"Great! The Central Plains people's stuff is the best. It's much more fun than those stupid and crude toys in our tribe. I hope Aza will come back soon. When he does, he will not only bring me the Central Plains specialties, but also Ehe will bring some good stuff."

Qi Yanjin's eyes suddenly lit up. He cheered and rejoiced when he thought of how his father would bring him back all kinds of good things every time he followed the clan leader to the south to forage.

"When your Aza comes back, I hope he can capture more slaves from the Central Plains. The Central Plains slaves captured in the past two years either died of exhaustion or illness. Now I have to do all the dirty work."

Sang Manke smiled and patted her son's forehead, and began to imagine what her husband had gained from this harvest.

For Sang Manke, who lived on the grassland, harvesting grass was just like hunting and grazing. Although she had never been to the rich country in the south, she had heard that there was gold everywhere, everyone was well-dressed and well-fed, the land was fertile, and the products were abundant.

For many grassland nomadic tribes that cannot be self-sufficient in resources, the Central Plains Dynasty in the south is like an inexhaustible treasure land. Every time they go south to plunder, they can gain a lot. This has become the most enthusiastic thing for many grassland nomadic tribes. Every year in the cold winter, they gather tribal warriors to go south.

As for whether it would be immoral to do so, the nomadic tribes on the grasslands were more likely to follow the rule of the jungle. They had no psychological burden at all about plundering a country with huge differences in customs, culture, race, etc. They only thought about plundering more treasures and slaves from the Central Plains. As for how much killing would be caused, that was not within their consideration at all.

"Ehe, I want to be a tribal warrior like my father in the future, go to the Central Plains to forage for food, and capture lots of Central Plains slaves for Ehe, so that Ehe won't have to work so hard to milk goats."

Qi Yuanjin had a longing look on his face, and he patted his chest and said confidently: "I went to the Shaman last time for a test, and the Shaman said that I have the qualifications to cultivate spiritual power. I will definitely become a first-class Condor Heroes warrior and become a person like my father."

Becoming a warrior like his father, following the clan leader south, entering the prosperous world of Central Plains and snatching countless treasures, this has been Qi Yuanjin's most sincere ideal since he was a child.

"Okay, okay, you are worthy of being my son. When your father comes back, I will have him start teaching you formal training. By then, Ehe will be waiting for the Central Plains slaves you robbed to take care of you."

Sang Manke smiled with satisfaction and was happy for her son's filial piety.

The mother and son chatted for a while, and then Sang Manke finished milking the sheep and drove them out of the sheepfold.

Not long after walking, Sang Manke suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet begin to shake slightly, and the flock of sheep began to become a little restless.

"A large group of cavalry? Are the tribesmen coming back from the raid on Grass Valley? Why was the raid on Grass Valley so short this time?"

Sang Manke looked towards the end of the horizon with a look of surprise in his eyes.

As a woman living on the grassland, she was no stranger to the earth shaking caused by the galloping of thousands of horses. The first thing she thought of was whether it was the cavalry of her husband's tribe returning from raiding the grassland. A large group of cavalry could cause such ground shaking.

The sentries who were on guard at the periphery also blew their horns, and many people of the Chahamongkan tribe, young and old, ran out. Everyone thought that the tribal warriors who had been foraging in the valley had returned on horseback.

"Eh, is Aza back? I want a gift."

Qi Yuanjin ran to his mother Sang Manke, stood on tiptoe and looked towards the end of the horizon, his face full of excitement.

"Yes, it must be your Aza who has returned. Judging from the noise, your Aza and his companions have gained a lot in the Central Plains this time. With such a big shock, how many horses must be running together!"

Sang Manke was also looking forward to it, his anticipation evident in his expression.

However, Sang Manke's smile did not last for a few seconds before it suddenly became stiff.

Because of the source of the earth shaking in the distance, huge metal puppets appeared on the horizon.

This metal puppet has a body that is more than ten meters tall and has eight long metal legs. It looks like a giant spider, with countless black muzzles all over its body, emitting a cold aura.

There were hundreds of these huge metal puppets, and on their tall bodies sat dynasty monks in uniform uniforms, holding various magical instruments and gazing cruelly in the direction of Chahamongkan's tent area.

Further behind them, there was a team of more than a thousand people riding equally huge metal puppets, three meters tall and wearing fully enclosed biological colonization suits.

"what is this?"

Seeing hundreds of Spider main battle mechas rushing towards the tribe with murderous intent, Sang Manke was stunned and his body began to tremble with fear.

She had never seen such a horrifying metal monster before. It was obvious that it did not belong to the Divine Eagle Empire. She heard that only certain sects in the Central Plains Dynasty were good at puppetry.

"Eh, I'm scared!"

Qi Yuanjin hugged his mother's thighs, and his little face turned pale.

The entire Chahamongkan tribe was in chaos and fear began to spread.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

Some of the young and strong people in Chahamongkan began to mount their horses, waving scimitars and spears to meet the Spider's main battle mecha. Because most of the young and strong people and warriors in the tribe had already gone out, most of those who stayed behind were the old, weak and sick, and the number of young and strong people was barely less than two thousand.

"They are the enemies of the Central Plains Dynasty. Everyone, be prepared for battle."

In the tribe, a monk with colorful tattoos on his face flew into the sky. He was a shaman from Chahamongkan, with the cultivation level of the Secret Treasure Realm and a stronger vision. He recognized the identities of these spider main battle mechas. In the Canggu Continent, there was no one else capable of forming such a puppet army except the Central Plains Dynasty.

Hearing the words of the tribal shaman, the Chahamongkan herdsmen present were stunned. They couldn't imagine why the poor creatures who had been robbed and pillaged by them in the past would appear here. It shouldn't be the warriors of their own tribe that broke into the Central Plains, but how come the troops from the Central Plains broke into the grassland?

For the past few hundred years, it has always been the Divine Eagle Empire that invaded the Dali Dynasty. The sudden switch between offense and defense has surprised many grassland herdsmen.

Although Chaha Mengkan only gathered more than a thousand cavalrymen, many of whom had no skills, they still bravely rushed forward waving their scimitars, intending to protect their tribe.

But at this moment, the Spider main battle mechas that were rushing forward began to lower their muzzles, and the 203mm caliber cannons were aimed at the charging Chaha Mengkan cavalry. When the muzzle fire flashed, violent explosions and thick smoke rose in the cavalry, accompanied by broken limbs and arms flying in the air, and large pits appeared on the ground. The charging cavalry was instantly shattered, and both human bodies and horses were shattered and dismembered in the violent explosion.

Even a cultivator at the sixth or seventh level of the Soul Yun Realm cannot withstand a 203mm caliber artillery shell with his physical body, not to mention an improved mecha specially designed to adapt to the Tianyuan World. The shells are filled with materials, a mixture of spirit stones and various unstable spiritual materials with fire, thunder, wind attributes, etc. Once they explode, the power is incredible. A cultivator at the tenth level of the Soul Yun Realm would be either killed or seriously injured if hit by one.

After just one round of artillery fire, almost all the cavalry of the Chahamongkan tribe were killed or wounded. Only those cavalry who were lucky enough not to be affected, looked at the Spider main battle mecha rushing closer and closer, and the countless machine guns and cannons aimed at them. Before they could make a decision whether to continue the attack or escape, they were pierced through by countless bullets and fell to the ground with their eyes open.

With just one charge, Chahamongkan's cavalry unit was completely destroyed. One after another, the Spider main battle mechas stepped over the corpses on the ground and rushed towards the tent area.

The Chahamongkan herdsmen were all terrified. Seeing the warriors of the tribe being destroyed in an instant, the deep fear made many of them turn around and flee.

"Daxia Dynasty, you are causing trouble."

Chahammond's shaman was furious and was about to destroy these spider main battle mechas when he suddenly saw several figures flying up from the puppet army.

Anyone who can fly across the sky in the flesh must be at least a cultivator in the Secret Treasure Realm, and maybe even a powerful Taoist. The shaman suddenly felt scared to death, and looked at the people who were surrounding and killing him with despair on his face. At this time, he was the only Secret Treasure cultivator in the tribe, and the other two had already gone south to forage for grass in the valley.

The contest at the high-end combat power level was one-sided, and the Shaman was blown to pieces before he could withstand a few attacks.

On the ground, the Chahamongkan tribe had fallen into a massacre.

One after another, the Spider main battle mechas drove into the tent area, and their black gun muzzles tore through all moving creatures in sight.

Sitting on the back of the Spider Main Battle Mech are all monks above the sixth level of the Soul Condensation Realm of the Great Xia Dynasty. They fight along with the Spider Main Battle Mech, using their high mobility and destructive power to slaughter the enemies while preventing possible enemy warriors from destroying the Spider Main Battle Mech.

In addition, thousands of Daxia soldiers wearing bio-colonial suits also joined the battlefield. Most of them had cultivation levels below the third level of the Soul Condensation Realm, but after wearing the bio-colonial suits, loaded with various high-tech thermal weapons, combined with the power of cultivators, they could even fight with cultivators at the fourth or fifth level of the Soul Condensation Realm.

This is also part of the military reform of the Great Xia Dynasty. Biological suits are useless to the strong. They can be crushed to pieces with a slap whether they wear them or not. However, in low-level wars, relying on the protection of biological suits and various heavy weapons, they can effectively kill opponents of the same level.

The Great Xia Dynasty troops were like a tiger entering a pack of wolves. For the herdsmen, most of whom were ordinary people, the war had turned into a one-sided massacre.

Fires were raging in the tent area, blood was pooling in streams on the ground, and corpses were piled up like mountains.

Compared with the past when monks used magic weapons and flying swords, the Daxia grassroots army, which is uniformly equipped with biological reproductive equipment and uses thermal weapons to fight, has a slaughter efficiency that is more than one level higher.

A bullet that only costs a few dollars to make can take a life, which is much more convenient than the monks themselves using magic weapons and spiritual power to kill people.

The battle did not last long. Soon the entire Chahamongkan had turned into a hell on earth, with screams and cries everywhere. The herdsmen cried for their parents and wished they had been born with more legs. They scrambled to escape the massacre by the Daxia army.

But this was undoubtedly in vain. No matter how fast a pair of legs could escape, they were not as fast as bullets. The Daxia army had no mercy and ruthlessly harvested the lives of the herdsmen present.

When the main battle was over, the survivors were gathered together, mostly young children.

In the crowd, Qi Yuanjin stared blankly at his mother's body on the ground. Sang Manke's body was pierced by several bullets, and her eyes were looking up at the sky, but she could never wait for her husband to come back from harvesting grass.

"Bring a wheel here, and kill anyone taller than the wheel."

An officer in the Daxia army shouted loudly, and his men took a wheel and stood it on the ground.

Some herdsmen who were taller than the wheels were so frightened that they defecated and urinated, and never regretted why they were so tall.

As gunshots rang out, those herdsmen who were taller than the wheels were caught and shot dead on the spot.

Qi Yuanjin lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and looked full of jealousy.

He was only eleven years old, and most of those who were taller than the wheels were teenagers around fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was not in that height range.

"These Central Plains butchers, Ehe, I will avenge you, I will definitely avenge you."

Qi Yuanjin's eyes were full of resentment and hatred. The seeds of revenge were planted in his heart. As long as he grew up, he would make those butchers of the Great Xia Dynasty regret their actions and kill those Central Plains people a thousand times to avenge his mother.

Bang!
Just as Qi Yuanjin made a vow and was thinking about avenging his mother in the future, he suddenly heard a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in front of him.

I saw that the wheel that was originally standing had fallen down at some point and became flat.

"Tsk, what are you still standing there for? Didn't I tell you that anything that passes the wheel will be killed."

When the voice of the Daxia officer sounded, Qi Yuanjin's body trembled, and a shadow appeared in front of him, blocking the sunlight.

"No, no, you can't do this, I'm still a child!"

Looking at the three-meter-tall Daxia soldier standing in front of him, wearing biological reproductive clothing, Qi Yuanjin burst into tears and finally felt scared.

But the only responses he got were the Daxia soldiers' raised guns, the triggers pulled, and the sounds of bullets firing.

"Tsk, who made you taller than the wheels? You are too threatening, so we cannot keep you here. If you have anything to say, go to hell and tell those northern people who were killed by your Condor Empire."

The Daxia soldier sneered, walked past Qi Yuanjin's body, and moved on to the next person.

The killing continued with the sound of gunfire until there was no one left alive. Even their souls were completely absorbed by the soul-summoning flags inserted into the Spider's main battle mecha.

Afterwards, the army of the Great Xia Dynasty cleaned up the battlefield, burning and looting everything, even the corpses on the ground were not spared. For many of the Great Xia soldiers who were originally demon cultivators, the corpses also had value.

When the last gunshot stopped, the entire Chahamongkan tribe of tens of thousands of people had become history. The Daxia army, loaded with harvests, continued to march forward, and the torrent of steel continued to rush to the next nomadic tribe.

Behind the torrent of steel was fertile grass stained with human blood, shattered human body parts, and a raging fire that burned half the sky red.

The same scene happened everywhere on the grassland. The flames of war ignited on the vast grassland. In the past, the Divine Eagle Empire went south to plunder the grasslands, but now the situation has changed. It is the turn of the Great Xia Dynasty to go north to plunder the grasslands of the Divine Eagle Empire.

(End of this chapter)