Loess Tribe: We Come from the East

In the eastern corner of the Milky Way, there is a place called the "Thick Earth Star Field". Green is not popular there, instead a color called "yellow" is popular. The orcs living there have yellow skin and hot blood. What they are thinking about all day long is not "Gaomao" but "Brother Wa" and "Brother Xi". My name is "Pang", and I am the newest, fiercest, and most capable boss of the Loess Tribe, who can knock other people's heads into their caves. We are not the same as those green-skinned bastards. They just know how to argue "WAAAGH! WAAAGH!". When we fight, we pay attention to "posture" and "reason" - the principle of leveling the opponent. We have been trapped in this star field, "discussing" with ourselves for who knows how many years. The rules have become more and more strict, and the fighting has become more and more boring. We have almost forgotten what real fighting is like. Until that day, a big hole opened in the sky, and a strong "smell of chaos" came through. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was time. I picked up my "mountain ax", kicked over those old gangsters who shouted "the laws of the ancestors are immutable", jumped on my shabby flagship with a bronze tripod as an engine, and shouted at all the yellow-skinned boys: "Look outside! The shrimps are risking their lives, the greenskins are being stupid, and the ironies are in a daze! So many things that deserve a beating, so many heads that have never been beaten!" "Follow me! I'll take you to protect this soft Galaxy! Let the green one know what orthodoxy is, let the shrimp know what pain is, and let those gods and ghosts see the reality that grows out of our loess!" Our principle is very simple: if you are a man, you have to use your fists to fight with your family.