Why are there so many wars in the vast grassland? Is it clan hatred or tribal greed?
The scimitars of the Black Stone Tribe have drank blood for hundreds of years, and the spears of the White Eagle Tribe have been stained by blood feuds for three generations. The boundary markers at the boundaries of the pasture have been changed again and again, and the bones of the fathers have long been buried into mounds by the wind and sand, but the resentment engraved in the bones and blood always boils up again when the cattle and sheep eat each other's pastures.
When greed puts on the armor of "revenge", every time a horse's hoof breaks the morning dew, it becomes a new prelude to killing.
