In March, the grasslands have regained greenery, and cattle and horses are strolling in herds on the rich land of water and grass, walking and stopping, and the herdsmen are also smiling happily, singing desolate tunes, and drinking the sour mare's milk wine.

And a group of knights of the Zhuerqing clan, who came from the distant northwest horizon, saw the banner erected and represented the patriarch of the Zhuerqing clan, and the herdsmen saluted the group of knights who bent down reverently.

And Ah Ra, who was riding under his horse, did not have the ease and kindness of his usual words at the moment, and continued to wave his whip and gallop towards the station, leaving behind these herdsmen who seemed to be a little stunned and uncertain.

"Uncle Bayar." A young herdsman rode up to an older herdsman and asked aloud, his red-black and healthy face showing the youthfulness and immaturity of a young man. "Old patriarch, what's the matter?"

"On the grassland, I'm afraid there will be a big storm again." Looking at his left hand, which had only three fingers severed and barely controlled the reins of the horse, the forehead of the old herdsman who was called by the young man to Uncle Bayar became more and more obvious.

That was lost the year before last, on the grassland, when he followed the patriarch to pacify that Yan Sanwei, and he also lost half of his feet. At that time, before his injuries had healed, the army of the Tile Thorns had already marched south and won a great victory at the Civil Fort, but Bayar's only brother Bartel and three cousins all fell on the way home.

"Where are you going to declare war? Great, I have to go back and tell the brethren that I'm in trouble here, Uncle Bayar. The boy, who was at most in his early seventeens, heard his sigh, and instead of a trace of annoyance, he shouted excitedly. He raised the rod in his hand and galloped towards the east.

"Jiya Saiyin, you stupid boy!" Seeing the back of the young man galloping away, Bayard shouted loudly, only to be exchanged for a disapproving wave from the young man. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and grabbed the reins, looking at these cows, sheep and horses roaming in the green fields, the hidden pain that came from time to time at the severed finger made Bayar can't help but murmur. "Jiya Saiyin, I hope your luck matches your name......"

The area around the big tent of the main Erqing tribe, which is only a dozen miles away from the land where Bayar grazes, is already heavily guarded, and more than a hundred fierce warriors wearing armor and swords are paraded around the big tent, but anyone who intends to approach is strictly ordered to drive away.

--------------------, more than a dozen of the most core high-ranking members of the Juerqing clan were all gathered in the tent, and everyone's expressions looked so nervous and dignified, even with a little excitement and blood.

And the old Ah Ra, who had just rushed back, was in the main seat, and the clothes and armor on his body did not have time to be untied, and the wind and dust on his body made him look very haggard, and after drinking three cups of mare's milk wine, he finally recovered some energy. After glancing at these subordinates in the tent, he said in a deep voice: "Now, it has been determined, and it is also determined to lead a large army to invade the Ming Dynasty in mid-April, and before that, it will be held as before." ”

"Patriarch, where does he want to hunt first?" A clan leader couldn't help but ask.

"I also prepared to hunt in the wetlands along the upper reaches of the Haliutu River in early April." Ara, taking a deep breath, slowly said the place where he was going to hunt first.

Hearing this, almost everyone's eyes lit up. And among them, someone directly slapped his thigh or the scimitar on his waist excitedly.

"Great, it's really the blessing of the Immortal Heaven, hehe, then choose which one to choose first, but I chose the upper reaches of the Naha Tuliu River, this must be the will of the Immortal Heaven, our lord Erqing clan, revenge is hopeful."

Hearing the excited shouts of everyone in the tent, the old man couldn't help but have a little more anticipation on his face, but only the great elder's face was gloomy, and he took the cane in his hand and smashed it on the wooden table beside him, making a crisp sound, which made everyone who was excited couldn't help but stiffen, and they all looked at this respected great elder in amazement.

"Great Elder, what are you ......" Ah Ra couldn't help but be startled by the venerable elder's sudden anger, and couldn't help but bend down and pick up the crutch that had been thrown out, respectfully placed it in front of the Great Elder, and asked cautiously.

The Great Elder looked at the cane, his face still did not improve much, and his hoarse and old voice revealed a sense of annoyance: "What are you doing here, just such a news now, which makes you happy like this, does it mean that he is also a puppet first, and will be waiting there for you to wave your scimitar and cut off his head?" ”

Hearing this, everyone who had been a little resentful of the Great Elder's tantrum couldn't help but hang their heads in shame. Ah Ra's tone also became more and more respectful: "Great Elder, you have taught you that you are the wisest person in our Lord Erqing clan, please tell Ah Ra what we should do now." ”

"The more times like this, the more cautious we must be, the wolves on the grassland, before catching the prey, are always vigilant and patient, you must do the same, otherwise, this excellent opportunity is likely to become a trap for our lord Erqing clan, understand?" The Great Elder's tone softened slightly, but his words were still very harsh. "Our lord Erqing clan not only wants to take revenge on the Ross clan, but also wants to replace it, so, can we do it on our own?"

"Don't forget, in addition to the Rose Clan, we have an even more terrifying and powerful enemy, that is, the Great Ming, the Emperor Tai Ming, who has been hovering in Xuanfu and eyeing the grassland. He wants our steppe to be in chaos, and he wants the tribes on our steppe to attack each other. I wish the blood of our steppe people had been drained.

We can't let his wish come true, so the most important thing we need to do now is to convince as many Dzungar tribes as possible, even if they are not willing to follow our lord Erqing clan, but at least, let them not stand on our ground façade and help the Rus tribe. ”

"Yes, Great Elder, you are right, at that time, as long as we can take down the Ross Tribe, the other tribes should take the initiative to join us."

"Don't forget, there is also Ale Chu, his strength is no less than our lord Erqing clan, although he does not have the same prestige as our patriarch, but he is the most loyal lackey of Nayexian."

"Just because he is Yexian's most loyal lackey, that day, he will definitely be by Yexian's side, all we have to do is to let him take refuge in our lord Erqing clan, or, follow him and go to see Changshengtian first." The corners of Old A's eyes twitched slightly, and he said coldly. "He also died first, and Alechu also died, and the king of Nasaiban and Boyan Timur must also die, and only when they die will the rule of the Queros clan end. If the wolf does not have a wolf, it will fight, fight, and choose a new wolf. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement, at this time, to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself. Only if the head and brain of the Ross clan are dead under their swords, then the Ross clan will fall apart. And the main Erqing clan has a chance to replace it.

-------------------- "But the patriarch, there is no need for a reason to kill a slave, but what we want to kill now is the Great Khan of our Dzungar Department, and even more so the Great Khan of the steppe, and we must have an excuse, an excuse that can convince everyone." One of the leaders stood up, a little suspicious.

As soon as he said this, everyone quieted down, indeed, although everyone understood very well that the Zhuerqing clan wanted to kill it first, not only to avenge the patriarch's son, but more importantly, to make the Zhuerqing clan the master of the prairie, just like the Erjin clan in the past.

But can you say this reason? No, because other tribes will also challenge your lord Erqing clan for this reason. Therefore, there must be an excuse that can be convincing to all the steppe tribes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do not forget. Yexian's hands were stained with the blood of the Golden Family, and even more with the blood of the grassland tribes......" The Great Elder's meaningful words woke up everyone.

"Yes, the murderer was also the first, the nobles of the Golden Family, who were almost killed by him, and the various tribes on our prairie were always in rebellion because they could not bear his conquest and harassment, and many good men, Meng Kebai of the Tumut Department and Soersun of the Yongshaobu Department were killed because of a disagreement."

"And the most prestigious and prestigious marksman on the grassland, Xibugutai of the Horqin Tribe, was brutally killed by him, such a person is the great enemy of all the grassland tribes."

"Now that it has been decided, then children, all return to your tribe, tell the most trusted people around you, let them prepare, we will avenge the dead Tokhtar without sweating, and countless warriors who died in the hands of Yexian, we will let the prairie restore its past glory......" Ah Ra took out the scimitar at his waist and raised it high, the snowy knife light looked so cold and sharp. It is also necessary for our lord Erqing clan to become the new rulers of the prairie. ”

More than a dozen scimitars came out of their sheaths together, and one after another like a sword light shone in the big tent, and the great elder looked at this scene, grinning his toothless mouth, silently, and laughing happily, and the muddy old eyes revealed an unprecedented hideousness.

(To be continued)