Among the 8,000 iron horses, the most eye-catching is naturally a team of Xi people's king tent wolf riders with a number of about 2,000.

This is the elite of the Xi people.

The Xi cavalry is already an absolute elite in the eyes of the Central Plains countries, so what will the elite of the elite look like?

Zhang said it was the first time he had seen a large Chambuhel army.

The pro-soldiers of Sticky Hamplu were in the hundreds, and this was only pro-soldiers, not the army of the tribe. Zhang said that he could see some shadows of the wolf rider of the king tent from their bodies, and he could vaguely estimate the combat power of the wolf rider of the king tent, and then compared it with the big white fish cavalry, and came to the conclusion that the big white fish cavalry had no absolute advantage in the face of the king tent wolf cavalry.

At this time, seeing the real king tent wolf riding, Zhang Shuo suddenly realized that he was wrong.

Unless it was the big white fish guard that Bai Yan hadn't handed over to Bai Liangyu yet, no one would have any advantage in front of the king's tent wolf rider. Even if it is the big white fish guard, it can only be evenly matched, and there is no advantage either.

Zhang said that he was not an expert in military affairs, but his consistent insight and wisdom told him that if this king wolf cavalry appeared on the battlefield, it would inevitably be a nightmare for any enemy.

And past deeds show that this is indeed the case.

Thankfully...... This nightmare will not be Qin's soon.

At the ceremony, Sticky Hamporius covered the iron armor with a robe made of black silk and gold thread, with a black belt around his head, followed by the eldest prince and the second prince, followed by twenty-two priests—the slain sacrifices had been replenished by his deputy—followed by twenty-three sword-bearers.

The twenty-three sword-bearers, led by Zahansh, stood at the foot of the stairs shirtless, armed with short blades, with oil paint tattooed on their faces and bodies, and wearing a wolf's crown.

This is the traditional sacrificial activity of the Xi people, grand and bloody.

Because, someone was martyred.

These twenty-three sword-bearers are the ones who cut off the living...... Executioner.

The source of martyrdom was the enemy soldiers captured in various battles, as well as the criminals who violated the laws of the Xi people.

Although the Xi people only have words, no classics.

And the so-called laws are nothing more than ordinances compiled by Lou Jinghan on the basis of traditional conventions – still explained in Chinese.

Naturally, there were no Qin people among the martyrs of this year's Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony. In fact, after learning of Zhang's purpose, he immediately ordered the release of the two Qin people who were martyred and deported to the border.

Under the leadership of Muhan Bolu, the sacrifices of the twenty-two tribes of the Xi people recited the original sacrifice text loudly at the same time, accompanied by the desolate horn and tragic drum beat, and the thousands of Xi soldiers gathered under the tall altar could not help but shout loudly.

In fact, the memorial text of the Xi people is a song. An old song.

After that, it's time to sacrifice animals.

The cattle offered by the Xi people include pigs, cows, sheep, and ...... Living.

Zhang said that he was stunned when he saw the men and women who were not in a single inch being escorted up.

And when he saw the twenty-three knife-wielding men stabbing sharp knives into the bodies of the living, blood gushing out of the internal organs, listening to the terrible screams of the living, he vomited without hesitation.

The vomit is crisp and clean.

By the time the screams stopped, Zhang said he couldn't straighten his waist anymore.

The stomach felt like someone had scraped it with a spatula, and it hurt and hurt, and the mouth was bitter and fishy.

Suddenly, Zhang Shuo saw Muhan Bolu and the twenty-two priests, each holding a wine glass, raising their glasses to the sky, shouting loudly, and then drinking them in one gulp.

Zhang said that he saw the scarlet liquid flowing from the corner of Muhamplu's mouth, and knew that it was the "heart blood" taken from the heart of a living person, and his face turned pale again, and then he bent over and retched.

When he raised his head again, Zhang said that he seemed to see a smile on him.

With a mouth full of scarlet, Zhang Shuo lowered his head again and retched.

The whole sacrifice was a slaughter, and it was also a process of vomiting.

And in the process, it is accompanied by the wolf-like howls of the Xi warriors, as well as the sound of drums and horns.

Zhang said that he could no longer stand up, there were no chairs on the scene, and he could not sit on the ground during the sacrifice - that was considered disrespectful to the gods of the Immortal Heaven and the Tianshan Mountains. And Zhang said that as the envoy of the Qin State, it was obviously impossible to bow down, so he could only rely on the support of the two guards to barely stand firm.

This bunch of barbarians...... Zhang said that when he looked at the almost crazy Xi sacrifice, he just felt ignorant and backward.

In the evening, masked and spirit-clad wizards dance primitive dances around a huge bonfire, and some sorcerers smear their bodies with the blood of sacrifices, which is extremely terrifying.

Having learned the lesson of the afternoon, Zhang said that he did not appear at the evening rituals.

That night, the leader of the Xi people's congress, Mu Han Bolu, discussed the clan's plans with the leaders of the 22 tribes, during which a conflict broke out.

As if it had been brewing for a long time, the tribes that had been united suddenly shattered, and dozens of people died on the spot.

In the dark night, there were people moving quickly, and the low chirping of war horses was constantly sounding, and the sound of horses' hooves was like hail hitting the war drums a few days ago, making people feel that it would not stop.

The leader of the Xi people, Mu Han Bolu, was furious, he had no idea that more than half of the twenty-two chiefs who had always been as obedient as lambs would oppose his strategy of forming an alliance with the Qin people.

The sudden opposition, verbal discord quickly turned into an argument, which was then turned into a fight by a casual fist, followed by an uncontrollable fight. More than 30 guards were killed, two of the 22 chiefs were killed and eight wounded.

Many things, once you see blood, it is difficult to judge right and wrong. And once someone dies, it is even more difficult to end. Sticky Hanberu killed several of the leader's personal soldiers on the spot, and he couldn't stop it a little, but it made the atmosphere at the scene even more crazy and irritable.

It was almost a firefight, and there was a break between the upper echelons of the Xi people.

It was so sudden that there was civil unrest in Xiren.

This kind of change is like the breaking of the ice in the winter of Luozhi Lake. Even in spring, there is still a thick layer of ice on the lake, and when the temperature rises to a critical point, the ice will crack, and then "click" and the ice will break the entire surface of the lake.

It's not that it won't, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

Sticky Hampurus didn't know what was wrong, but he knew it had to be.

The head of the twenty-second department, there will not be fourteen who unanimously oppose him, and the voice is so unanimous, strong and powerful. Fourteen tribes were against him, and several were even his - once - staunch supporters, and he did not realize that these people had betrayed him without knowing when.

In addition, he occupies the Bushehr Department and the Xi people have twenty-three departments, which have become two camps, fourteen against nine.

This matter could never be good, and Sticky Hanboru knew that it could only be ended through war.

Even if there were a peaceful solution, it would not be used.

Kill!

It was the only way to vent his anger. Xi Ren's anger has always been vented like this.

No matter what the reason, no matter who is behind the scenes, as long as the people of the Fourteenth Department are defeated, everything is still in his hands.

So that night, he gathered three thousand horsemen and pushed them across the camp of the Fourteenth Division.

As if they were prepared, the barracks of the Fourteen Divisions were empty, and some were just rows of horse-resisting piles. This was followed by arrows from all directions.

In a big battle that night, Muhan Bolu was defeated and lost, and regardless of his own people, he led 2,000 wolf horsemen and more than 1,000 warriors of various tribes to flee towards the tribe.

The reason why he fled was because he couldn't tell the direction in the dark night, and the situation was extremely chaotic. Following the advice of the head of the guard, Zahansh, he first distanced himself from the tribes, and as long as he withdrew, the situation would be clear, and then he would be able to defeat the traitors in one fell swoop with his strong military superiority.

Later, however, Sticky Hambilu found that the strategy of the loyal chief of the guard did not work. Whether it was day or night, their whereabouts seemed to be locked, and they could not escape the control of the Fourteen Tribes.

The Fourteen Tribes, from more than 4,000 people at the beginning, to more than 7,000 people just a few days later, have been biting behind them, and Sticky Hanburu can't get rid of them at all.

And in the past few days of fleeing, Muhan Bolu did not dare to return to his tribe.

With his scheming and strategy, he can naturally guess that his hometown has been served in a pot at this time.

In fact, it is.

There were more than 8,000 people in the Zhanbushel Department who came to the shore of Luozhi Lake on this trip, and there were more than 10,000 people who remained in the tribe, and the more than 10,000 people only had 1,000 cavalry available, so naturally they could not block the combined attack of the 14 tribes.

At this time, the most powerful cry was issued, and the strength of the 14 divisions was gathered, and the total number of troops mobilized could reach more than 12,000 people! In addition to the 7,000 elites who pursued Stickhamberu, there were 4,000 cavalry available, and these cavalry began to attack the other nine tribes, especially the Chambüshhr, at the time of the Damusha assembly.

Since Stickham Bolu knew that it was a premeditated rebellion—yes, from his point of view, the Fourteen were outright traitors—it was only natural that he could imagine that these traitors would certainly not leave any chance to turn themselves around.

More than 3,000 people lacked food, and the war horses could not be replenished, and even the wolf riders of the king's tent could not withstand the endless harassment and entanglement of the fourteen departments, and it was difficult to fight back.

Sticky Hanbo wanted to strike first, coupled with absolute confidence in his own strength, so he did not prepare to retreat that night. Then, naturally, after the defeat and retreat, Stickham Bolu fell into a situation of supply difficulties. Not only was there no food, but Lou Jinghan, who was most relied on by Muhan Bolu, was also unable to bring it out.

Although the two herds swept on the road were replenished a little, it was only a drop in the bucket.

In the battles along the way, the eldest son of Muhamberu broke an arm, and the second son was killed in battle.

People are sleepy and tired, and Sticky Hanbo is at an absolute disadvantage, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid it's really not far from defeat.

At the foot of Qilian Mountain, Muhan Bolu was finally caught up by the people of the Fourteenth Division.

Since he couldn't escape and was caught up, the real decisive battle came.

(PS: There is another chapter in the evening, probably...... The old rule is around eleven o'clock. ）