The Grassland Khan has been feeling uneasy these days.
His war games continue in the name of "for warmer lands," and the soldiers' front lines are pushing further south—the only flaw is that the small court of Southern Chen has yet to organize any effective resistance, and no one has come out to confront him in battle.
Without an opponent, even wars seem so dull.
In the eyes of the Grassland Khan, war should be grand and magnificent, should be a back-and-forth contest, with both armies lined up in formation, soldiers fighting bloody battles, a game of courage, a battle of wits... But now?
It's marching, and then more marching.
No enemy, no opponent, no resistance, and no fighting. The soldiers just walk, sing songs, and the war is over.
