The chieftains shouted over one another, and before long they reached an agreement—while the heavy snow sealed off the grasslands, while the Great Khans and princes' control over their own tribes had weakened to the limit, to hell with everything else. They would bring all their tribesmen, roll up all their possessions, and head east to develop the Eastern Great Plains!
Most of the nations on the Eastern Great Plains had already been razed flat. If they brought their tribesmen over, there would not be the slightest risk. They could find a fertile patch of land and pitch camp; once spring arrived, they would lead their people in a fierce westward charge. The first tribe to break into the heartland of the Western Continent would surely strike it rich overnight!
The more the chieftains discussed it, the more excited they became. Laughing and joking, they calculated how many soldiers they could field after spring and how much wealth they could plunder, so thrilled that every muscle in their bodies trembled.
"Think about it. The lords of the temples have sent so many khanates to dispatch armies against the west. With the armies of so many tribes all mixed together, who can tell whose soldiers are whose? Heh, so long as we aren't too honest and don't haul the spoils back to the khanates for those greedy Great Khans and princes to divide up, those spoils will all be ours!"
The chieftains exchanged glances. A young man with the gall to swallow the sky muttered in a low voice, "Once we reach the Eastern Great Plains, what would be so difficult about joining forces and establishing another khanate? Then wouldn't all the spoils belong to us? No need to hide any of it either!"
Establish another khanate!
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