Fairy’s Box

1500, March.

This is a moment that will be remembered in the history of Antrazuo.

Adhering to the will of the Lord of the Holy White, inheriting the last ruins of the Far East, relying on the power of Changsheng, the mighty and invincible Mongol rose like the rising sun. The invincible flames of war swept through the old land of Aurora, conquering everything they passed, and the entire Paled Plain was shrouded in the shadow of their minions.

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This season, when the climate of the Padre Plains is at its most comfortable, the sky is dotted with velvety clouds, like blooming magnolias embroidered on a piece of blue silk.

The velvety sunlight shone on the prairie, showing a faint golden yellow color, and a gurgling stream was hidden under the lush branches and leaves, and the fertile and precious black soil could be vaguely seen beside the riverbed.

The Sanga Holy River originating from the roof of the world gave this land prosperity and gave birth to the ancient Palladian civilization. The gods once spread across the earth like stars, so the high-species Palladians firmly believe that they are sacred and inviolable. .

At this moment, the children of God will be subjected to unprecedented cruel tests.

In the far east, the sky is a vague gray-blue, and there are countless floating islands looming, like the boundary of **** that is constantly eroding the world, blood and killing condensed into an ominous cloud of disaster, if there is substantial pressure on the earth. .

rumbling...

The Mongol army moved south along the edge plate of the roof of the world, the horseshoes trembled like thunder, and countless armored floating islands loaded with naval guns moved with it. The red and black interlaced heavy armor gathered into a torrent of steel, and the dark cannons ran over the grassland heavily, leaving behind solid rammed earth roads.

The army is composed of armored cavalry, heavy infantry, heavy artillery, ballista, baggage soldiers, floating island airborne troops, shamans, demi-human servants, and countless monsters that accompany the army.

Unlike the nomads, which were composed of light cavalry, this army used to belong to nomads. Heavy infantry occupied the vast majority of the army. The army was solemn and the armor was solid.

The armored horse is not an ordinary monster, but a hideous monster whose whole body is hidden in the smoke. These terrifying creatures feed on slaughter, their bodies can be real, and they can give their riders nearly limitless mobility.

In the deepest part of the slaughter atmosphere, the huge Jiuyou Bai Jing was hunting and dancing in the wind.

There are eagle flags of various colors around the Dajing. The flags of white, yellow, red, blue, and blue complement each other with the double-headed eagles. From a distance, they reveal a formidable chill and majesty.

The prairie people live by herding, so they worship eagles and hate wolves. They like to use eagles as totems most.

"Khan, the Plains of Pallard are right in front of you."

Qi Lagon, the head guard of Xue Xue, slowed down the speed of his horse, and respectfully reported to the master under the Jiuyou Baiji.

"…"

Regarded by Mongol as the incarnation of the will of immortality, the great and invincible Holy White Khan raised his head proudly and reviewed his neat and well-organized soldiers.

Contrary to what the philistines imagined, his mighty empire was not a nomadic regime, nor was it a matter of which nations were subordinate to which nations. Instead, it was based on the original five tribes, including forest tribes and grassland herdsmen. After annexing the Far East heritage and expanding, the nomadic, fishing, hunting, and farming peoples were brought together into a unified regime—Mongor.

Before him, the nomadic regime in the grasslands was always fleeting. People were ignorant and accustomed to obeying whoever was stronger. Whoever was stronger would be their subjects.

After him, all the tribes and clans on the steppe were all twisted into a hemp rope and cast into a new name, which was also the only name - Mongol.

Compared with the invincible military exploits, this is what the Holy White Khan is most proud of. No matter how the grassland is divided, no matter how the war breaks out, it will be a war between Mongol, and there will be no new tribes or nations. The new regime is still the state of the Mongos.

At the same time, the foundation of the khanate is not nomadic, but farming and the black land of the Far East.

Artillery, swords, armor, alchemy, and even food and wages, all these material conditions require a stable rear supply, and the way of life in this stable rear can only be farming.

Herdsmen who live by grass have no energy and no conditions for large-scale production.

Barbarism can make people ignorant, poverty can make people cowardly, and the combination of civilization and richness can bring true power. It is because the sweats of the khan understand this truth that there will be today's mighty Mongol army.

"Take it off for me."

The fertile plains were reflected in the Great Khan's eyes, and he swung his horsewhip to decide the fate of the Palladians.

He will take this land for his children and grandchildren, and then use it as a foundation to go west, west, and west again, conquer Polis, conquer Rus, conquer Rosevia, conquer the whole world under the blue sky!

Woo-woo-woo-!

The desolate and mournful horn resounded through the earth.

The sky was completely torn and shattered, countless silver snakes danced wildly in the clouds, and lightning bolts fell from the sky, illuminating the paradise of the gods, and the roars of countless monsters followed one after another.

The cloud of disaster swelled violently, as if to devour everything.

"Longevity God bless the sweat!"

The Mongol army moved in unison. The army moved quickly like a precise instrument. The artillery began to roar, and the floating island bombed the ground. After cleaning, the heavy infantry rushed to the weak Padler's army in front, and then followed the Armored cavalry burst out from both wings...

No matter where we came from, what we were called.

Today, we are all proud Mongol, fighting side by side and invincible, we will let the blazing fire light up the Paled Plain, and one day let the fire light burn all over Antrazu!

God bless Mongol!

Inheriting the legacy of the Far East and under the leadership of the Holy White Khan, Mongol displayed power unlike all nomads—power never before seen before.

They are well-armed and sophisticated in mobile offensive tactics, like a burning chain of fire, crisscrossing and circling across the Pallard Plain, setting off gunpowder and wars everywhere, and those weak resistances were quickly smashed.

Under the gaze of the goshawk and the blue sky, the most terrifying disaster poured into Pallard, and the iron cavalry set off smoke everywhere. In the ravages of Mongol, the children of God who established a strict caste system and developed a prosperous religion appeared vulnerable.

The smoking ruins of countless cities remain, and the Sanga River now flows red with the blood of its former inhabitants.

The entire North was quickly lost, and the kings of the southern part of Pallad tried to fight against evil, and even the gods participated in the battle, but because the slave soldiers of the lower caste had no morale at all, the final resistance was still defeated. Or Menggor brutally smashed.

The fall of the Paleid civilization also indicated the rise of a huge empire. After digesting Padle's huge wealth and land, Mongol's next goal will be the Polis Plain.