A fierce raid brought heavy wounds to the Cha Rang tribe, more than 500 elite cavalry died tragically that night, and the tribal leader Sukhba was unfortunately captured-) The anger spread throughout the tribe, and the excitement and humiliation that had never been felt before were stimulating their sanity, and the four great warriors of Batu, Bayindruk, Holma, and Ulhan could not reach a unity, resulting in internal strife and strife among the tribes.

Once peaceful, now chaotic.

Bayar, the son of the Sukhba beast, still has some prestige, and after some efforts, with the assistance of the two great warriors Bayindra and Batu, he successfully persuaded Bandar and Ullihan to temporarily take over the leadership. But the tribe was in turmoil, and the cries for 'revenge' never ceased, and more than half of the people who asked for war were expected to be mixed with disappointment to make Bayar, the new leader, embarrassed.

What can be done to resolve this crisis? It's simple, go to war! Declare war on the base! Only by giving the clansmen a chance to vent and retrieving the captured Sukhba beasts can this resentment be calmed.

But things are far from that simple, Bayar is not a reckless man, he knows that once he indulges this kind of anger, there will be no more uncontrollable cavalry troops, and what awaits the tribe will be a catastrophe of destruction.

As a last resort, Bayar asked for help from the Lakesh tribe, the first tribe of the 'Iron Rider Tribe'...... Ask for asylum!

Timur, who had already received the news, quickly responded, allowing the Chajan tribe to move in the direction of the Rakesh tribe and making a promise to 'help with revenge'. After several efforts, the chaotic momentum of the Chajan tribe was finally brought under control, and under the leadership of Bayar, the tribe moved and appeared in the ranch where Raksh was located for five days.

The two tribes lived next to each other and settled down temporarily.

However...... The restless mood has not yet fully settled, and a new shock has struck again.

On May 5th, the sky was clear, the grass was fertile, the white yurts were dotted like pearls, and the herdsmen waved their whips to graze their sheep, which was peaceful and harmonious.

At noon, a group of cavalry rushed to the camp where the Cha Ran tribe was located, breaking the silence.

"What people!! Hold it!! (Mongolian)" The scouts on the periphery whipped and roared, and rode their horses to intercept. **――* Two scimitars, three full bows, five cavalry raised their weapons in unison, sharp eyes, fierce expressions, forcibly stopped this cavalry team.

There were only ten people in the team, rough and wild, dressed in numb and coarse clothes, except for one who was slightly thin, and the other nine were tall and majestic. The outfits were roughly similar to those of the Mongol tribesmen, slightly weakening the vigilance of the five Chajans.

"Get out of the way, we have urgent information to report to the leader of Timur!" The strong man controlled the steed and roared angrily.

Reveal standard Mongolian!! The eyes of the five scouts softened slightly, but they could ......

"Timur? Are you from the Rakesh tribe? ”

"Who are you? I don't think I've ever seen you before. ”

"I'm going in the wrong direction, this is the Cha Tun tribe."

"The Cha Rang tribe?" The strong man frowned vigorously and looked far ahead to the left, where there was an even larger camp complex.

"That's right, this is the Cha Tun tribe."

"Let's go!" The strong man beckoned to his subordinates, turned the horse's head and prepared to go around.

"Stop!!" The captain of the scout squad suddenly crossed his sword and rode his horse to stop the strong man, and his suspicious gaze turned on them, and finally settled on three or four of them, whose clothes were torn in many places, and there were obvious blood stains, as if they had experienced battle. "What's going on with them?"

The strong man looked back, and said in an unkind tone: "You don't need to worry about our Lakesh affairs, get out of the way, delay the intelligence, who will be responsible for this?!" A group of mourning dogs, who don't understand the rules! ”

"How dare you say it again?!!" The five scouts were furious and raised their scimitars in unison.

"What, fight? Just the five of you? The strong man snorted coldly, a touch of coldness shook under his eyes, and he tore off his clothes, revealing exaggerated muscles as strong as iron, strong, slightly black, and towering, with a strong visual impact. The other nine people all sneered disdainfully, and slowly drew out their scimitars, their movements not fast, but they had a killing aura.

A short man with a cold look inside said coldly: "If it weren't for our Lakesh to take it in, you Cha Tan tribe might have been slaughtered a long time ago, and there is still time to worry here." ”

"How dare you say it again!" The Scout Captain's face was full of rage, and his arm gripping the handle of the knife burst into flames.

"I just say it again, what can I do, a mourning dog is a mourning dog, I don't know how to be grateful, I only know how to bark. With your virtue, you are also equipped with a tiger as a totem, and you are not afraid of tarnishing the souls of your ancestors. The strong man sneered, and the ten-person team sneered in unison.

"Looking for !! Death" The scout team couldn't control it anymore, and slammed the horse's belly, wielding a scimitar and killing it. They are indeed under the fence, but as members of the Cha Yan clan, that pride is still flowing in the blood, how can they allow others to insult wantonly.

"Wait." The scout captain was still a little determined, and hurriedly raised his hand to stop it.

Can......

"Phew!!" The strong man spat and sneered: "I stretch out my neck, you dare to cut?" ”

The scout captain frowned: "You are deliberately provoking!" ”

"Yes and what, no and what!"

"You're so tired!!" Of course, the remaining concentration of the scout captain was gone, and he galloped wildly, and the swords of the horses roared and rotated, and he went straight to the strong man. The figure seems to be a little thin, but the sword dance has a lot of momentum. The other four scouts did not hesitate any longer, and rushed forward at the same time.

"Let's go back and practice for a few years!!" The strong man's right arm flicked violently, and the thick horse chopping knife struck in the air, colliding violently, and the power rolled, shaking the scout captain out.

"I don't know what's going on!!" The nine subordinates behind him immediately rode their horses, kept accelerating, and met the attack brazenly.

The same wildness, the same ferocity, the same wonderful horsemanship, when the two sides really encountered, the noisy roar suddenly stopped.

The nine cavalrymen were full of disdain and sneered, and the expressions and scimitars of the four scouts were all fixed there, because ...... Their scimitars didn't touch each other, but their scimitars landed on their throats in an arc like a juggling.

"Go back and tell your leader that when you are a dog, you must have the consciousness of being a dog, and it is best to be polite when you see us Lakesh people in the future." The strong man snorted coldly and motioned to his subordinates to take away the scimitar.

"It's too much of a deception!!" The five scouts' eyes were red, and before the scimitar could leave their necks, they shook their bodies violently, bypassed the blade, and killed them like crazy.

The Mongols were already fierce, and they were even more fearless of death when stimulated.

"Teach them a lesson!" The strong man frowned, as if he was really angry.

Nine of his subordinates were unceremonious, wielding their scimitars and fighting with them. In fact, with the skills they just showed, it was easy to defeat these five people, but when they fought again, it seemed that they were deliberately releasing water, which turned into a melee, and ...... Like ...... Deliberately creating momentum!

Soon, the fighting here attracted the attention of the distant clansmen, and in bursts of shouts and shouts, they quickly rushed here.

"Let's go!!" A sinister smile appeared at the corner of the strong man's mouth, indicating that he was slightly anxious to roar, slammed the horse's belly, deflected the direction with the horse chopping knife, and rushed towards the direction of the Lakesh tribe in the distance.

The remaining nine cavalrymen were fierce at the same time, trying to break free from the battle circle.

"Stop them!!" The five scouts suddenly became fierce like chicken blood, becoming more and more courageous, and the more they fought, the more crazy they became, and they stopped four of them by force, and only five of them broke free by 'luck' and chased the strong man to 'escape'.

"Stop!!" A roar suddenly sounded, and Holmium galloped with blood-red eyes, rushing here first. Turning over and landing in a roar, he rushed into the battle circle with a fierce run, and grabbed the thigh of a cavalryman on the spot with his huge palm.

The figure was stunned, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and with a roar, his wheel flew up, and smashed viciously into the crowd next to him.

Rude and savage, the momentum is staggering, giving no small tremor to the warring sides.

"Get the hell out of here!!" The sound of Holmium is like a bell, the eyes are like copper bells, the face is ugly and scary, and there is a huge body of more than two meters two, and it is extremely scary to launch anger.

The five scouts shrank their necks and trembled, and when the mouse saw the cat, he quickly flipped off his horse. The horsemen also hurried down, but instead of being respectful, they went to support the brother who had been sent out by the wheel.