The grasslands of North Asia followed the natural laws of a herd of beasts. Just half a day of raiding and slaughter had decided the sudden extinction of a small-to-medium tribe. But "killing" was never the goal of nomadic tribes—or not the whole of it. Letting their own people "live on" as much as possible, fighting for as many herds and pastures as they could, and allowing the tribe to continue and grow strong—this was the unchanging pursuit of every grassland tribe.
"Blessed by Tengri Blue Sky! Leave a group of men here and slowly drive the herds south. Gather them all in as much as you can! Don't dismantle this Forest Tribe camp either. Leave it here. When spring comes next year, we'll drive the sheep back again and eat this farther pasture first!"
"Right! Don't touch the sheep dung or cattle dung in the camp! That way, when we come over next year, it'll have turned into fuel for the migration. As for these corpses, dig pits and bury them on the spot, farther from the water source! No need to bury them too far, and no need to dig too deep. The Wolf Pack will definitely come to dig them up. Arrange a few sharpshooters to kill more wolves. That way, when we graze next year, the flock will be safer too... Wolves are the worst animals!"
"When you stay here, sort through the flock carefully! Kill several hundred old and weak ewes and rams that don't give milk. Salt all the meat and air-dry it. So many sheep will be hard to keep alive. Before the winter snow, we'll definitely have to slaughter a batch and store them for winter. Mm, all of you keep watch carefully. You're allowed to eat meat! Make the newly captured