Under the eagle eagle hovering in the sky, a group of riders with leather jackets tied to their waists are also galloping. A puff of smoke and dust rose from the grassland ahead, and it was thousands of yellow sheep desperately fleeing for their lives. Chased to the nearest place, the rider stepped up the whip to urge the horse, the old man in the middle shouted loudly, the riders in front of them bent their bows and arrows, these people used big bows and long arrows, arrows and arrows went out, fast as meteors, most of them hit the neck, head and other vital places. was shot, and the yellow sheep screamed and fell to the ground with its front feet. The riders behind paid no attention to the prey that died halfway, and only chased after the large herd of yellow sheep, as if deliberately exhausting the prey's physical strength.

Just when the horsepower of the chase gradually ran out, there were several clear sounds of eagle owls in the sky, and in front of the fleeing sheep, two more horses appeared, the riders shouted loudly and bent their bows and arrows, and the roaring of the hounds tore and bit the yellow sheep that tried to take the road and escaped, and the yellow sheep were cut into two parts. The yellow sheep in front ran and jumped far away, and the group of people in the back who were slightly weaker were surrounded by hunters, and they couldn't run out of the left and right rushes. The hunter hovered around the sheep on horseback, constantly blocking the way for the sheep to escape, and constantly shooting arrows, some of the lambs were shot and fell to the ground, and the ewes who refused to leave were also shot mercilessly.

After a while, in the hunting circle, there was no longer a standing yellow sheep, some had become corpses, some were seriously injured and struggled to stand up, the sheep were human, bleating, and there were tears in their eyes. The Murbo tribesmen jumped off their horses one after another, holding down the sheep that was still struggling, because the blood was preserved in the yellow sheep's body to have more nutrients, so they only used a short knife to cut the trachea, so that the yellow sheep died because of the inability to breathe.

Haidu Khan, who was in the northern part of the desert, laughed, stretched out his left arm, let the eagle stop on the thick cow leather armband, and with his right hand, picked up the lungs that had just been taken out of the belly of the yellow sheep and threw them to the eagle.

When the right time was hunting, the white eagle in the sky also kept circling and pounced downward, preventing the leading yellow sheep from escaping several times. The wings of this kind of eagle owl are stretched out nearly a zhang long, weighing more than 20 catties, and the claws are strong. Wild eagle owls, even without the help of hunters, can hunt yellow sheep and steppe wolves. It's just that the temperament is quite inferior, and it is not easy to domesticate, so you can only get young eagles from the eagle nest built on the high mountain, and domesticate them from an early age. Such a bird of prey, at this moment, leans on its master's side like a tame bird.

This trip hunted hundreds of yellow sheep, which was a rare victory. The other Urb tribesmen clapped their hands to each other in celebration of the harvest of the hunt, dragging the hunted yellow sheep behind their horses and piling them up like a small hill, and then busily erected the branches and began to skin the sheep. Yellow sheepskin was the main material that the tribe exchanged for caravans for tea, salt, etc. Skinning the sheepskin is done while the carcass is still hot, and it takes a bit of effort to cool it down.

A blue-eyed boy stood beside Haidu Khan, who was Haidu Khan's beloved grandson. A young white eagle also rested on his left arm. This was the first time that the young eagle had participated in the hunt, and Tachi Murbo was only about fifteen years old, and his body was not yet fully grown, but he was quite strong. Like the rest of the Murb tribesmen, he was shirtless, with a wolfskin jacket tied around his waist, revealing many scars from hunting and fighting wild beasts.

With an excited look on his face, the young man also reached out to take the hot yellow sheep lung handed by his entourage and gave it to the little white eagle, who pecked at the food in one bite, stretched his neck, and swallowed it little by little. Tachi Murbo's blue eyes sparkled with love.

"Tachi, how to hunt yellow sheep, have you seen it clearly?" The gray-haired Takul Mulbo looked at his grandson with pity, he had many children and grandchildren, but none of them were as pleasing as this Tachi Murbo, and what was even more difficult was that Tachi Mulbo had rare sky-blue eyes, which were the symbol of the ancestors of the Murb family, just like the white feathers of the king eagle. Because of the mixture of blood, the Mlb family has not seen such a pure blue color for several generations. In order to pass on this pure bloodline, Haidu Khan had decided to pass on the throne to his somewhat mediocre eldest son, Bershenghuo Murbo, on the condition that Tachi succeed him.

"Fighting a war is like hunting a yellow sheep, do not be afraid to endure hardships, surround the enemy from all sides, break their morale, be patient like a pack of wolves when chasing, keep vigil like an owl at night, but when fighting, you must pounce on the enemy by surprise like an eagle eagle from the sky, leaving them no way out." Takul Mulber looked at his beloved grandson's face, kindly stroked the top of his head, and said in a deep voice, "Do you remember? ”

"Remembered." Tachi Murbo nodded, he had long known that he would not only be the Khan of the Murb tribe in the future, but also the Great Khan of the entire Mobei. For the day to come, Detule Mulber spends more time on him than all his children and grandchildren combined. Although Tachi Murb still had many doubts in his mind, he always followed the example of his grandfather, Khairu Khan.

The old Deaule Murbo was quite pleased, he patted Tachi on the head as a sign of encouragement, pointed to the boundless sky with his horsewhip, and said in a deep voice: "One day, the Mulbo family will unite the tribes of the whole steppe, and the sheep of the world are waiting for you to hunt and conquer." He said this with pride. However, when his gaze turned to the northwest of the sea, he was a little gloomy, and he bowed his head to Taequ: "You remember my words, those settled shepherds are our greatest enemies. Not only are they all thieves who betrayed the leader, but they are also in cahoots with the people of the Xia Kingdom, and they are thieves who betray the entire northern desert tribe. ”

Tachi Murbo lowered his head slightly, the Xia Kingdom continued to use the granted pastures to tempt the tribesmen of the northern desert tribe, and these settled pastures, like a shackle, set the northern desert tribe tighter and tighter, and the herdsmen of the pasture with the help of the Xia army not only excluded all the nomads who invaded their territory, enthusiastically acted as the eyes of the Xia people, and even rebelled and killed the tribal leaders under the temptation of the Xia people, these people are all traitors of the northern desert tribe.

"The lowly obey the noble, and the whole tribe gathers together and goes around herding, which is the arrangement of the immortal heaven, just to covet a fertile grassland, and take refuge in the flock of sheep who grow grass and eat grass, they are all traitors. Even if you grind off ten fingers, you have to kill all these traitors. "Urgon Murb, the second son of Haidu Khan and the second uncle of Tachi Murb, said viciously as he threw the entrails of the yellow sheep to the hounds, who, as strong as calves, roared and tore up the food in two or three bites. The dogs of the Mlb tribe are particularly fierce and fierce, and their eyes are as intimidating as those of leopards, and a big dog can fight two hungry wolves.

Because of the temptation of the Xia people, many northern desert tribes fell apart. Fewer and fewer pastures forced the tribes of the steppe to kill each other. Just a few years ago, the Kereh tribe from which Urgon Murbo's wife came was driven out of the steppe during a tribal vendetta and was forced to take refuge in the Khitan kingdom under the leadership of the patriarch. The Khitan and Mobei tribes are a race with a common ancestor, they separated the east and west hundreds of years ago, and have a common language and customs.

Takul Mulber looked with admiration at the bravest of his second sons, who were usually as simple as a two-year-old child, but as fierce as a lion in battle, but unfortunately a little reckless. He turned his head to look at the southern sky, where there were many rich cities. The tribes of Mobei are not paradises. From the sharp swords used by the warriors to the fine armor, to the long-range and durable bows and arrows, to the food that kept the tribes through the cold winter, to the silk that women and children loved, and even the indispensable daily necessities such as salt and tea, all were brought by caravans from these cities. The people of Xia spared no effort to use these things to tempt and divide the tribes that separated Mobei. If there is a city belonging to the Murb tribe that can provide these things independently, Haidu Khan is sure that he will be able to unify the entire Mobei in his lifetime, and then seize more cities and wealth for the tribe. The descendants of the Murb family will surely become the great khans who rule the nation.

Suddenly, the people who were listening to the sound sounded an alarm, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance. The people of Murbo are nervous, Mobei is a world of the jungle, and today Tohule Murbo is Haidu Khan, but there may not be no other tribes who intend to assassinate him. The people who were busy slaughtering the yellow sheep put down their knives, remounted their horses, picked up bows and arrows or scimitars, and waited for them. The eagle hands raised their arms and let the eagle regain its wings and rise into the air, and the hound followed its master with a low growl. Rows of skinned naked yellow sheep swayed in the wind, and the blood and internal organs of the sheep on the ground were in a mess.

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