Although the language of Noldor is difficult to learn, it is not difficult to understand swear words, and the more difficult it is, the less varied the syllables, and the more convenient it is to use as a modal word to vent emotions explosively, so it is easier to imitate. At least the Cato cavalry near Rietydilan roughly understood what he meant, but they had never seen such a fierce wild horse. The war horses of the Cato bloodline are the well-known fierce nature of the whole Pande, and it is not uncommon to bite and kick the owner during the run-in period. However, even the most grumpy stallion is as gentle as a noisy foal compared to the stallion in front of him.

However, no matter how violent the horses weed, the Cato people had the confidence to tame them well, and it was only a difference in the length of time. Horse training is always a trivial matter for them, and fighting for the power to train horses is the big thing that really needs to be vigilant. The encirclement of Tsushima consisted of the troops of two warlords. There was never a partition in the Gato steppes, and the winner-takes-all was an eternal and cruel rule. As for Zakar and Juda, the two super-warlords who eat all the way in the steppe, neither side is willing to be a loser.

Zakar rode out and shouted, "Which of Juda's dogs is leading the team this time?" Come out and bark! ”

There was no answer on the other side of the encirclement, probably because he didn't want to be taken advantage of by Zakar. Zakar spat disdainfully into the grass, and let out a short, high-pitched whistle from his mouth, and the Cato cavalry under his command drew their sabers and made a threatening posture ready to slash. For a while, the snow bright knife light rose and fell. The other side obviously didn't expect Zakar's attitude to be so tough, and there was a sharp whistle in a hurry, but it was too slow before his own Gatu cavalry could touch the hilt, and the blade on Zakar's side had already been raised above his head.

"If you want to fight, I'll be with you to the end!" Zakar pursed the corners of his mouth cruelly, "I just don't know how many people you will have left to go back to deal with Juda after the fight." ”

"Fuck Zakar, do you really think Lao Tzu won't dare to touch you? Don't think that bringing a group of slave troops wrapped in metal skins is worthy of arguing with Lao Tzu. A man with a meaty face shouted and scolded, "This group of wild horses, Lao Tzu is done!" ”

Zakar didn't bother to talk nonsense with him: "Either the two of us will have a vicious fight here, and feed the wild wolves as much as we die; Either we will send the best horse trainers and warriors according to the old rules, and see which one will take the head horse away first. The choice is yours. ”

The man gritted his teeth in anger, and the muscles next to his cheeks bulged. If Zakar hadn't led that group of slave troops of unknown origin, he would have ordered his troops to rush forward and take out the other party by virtue of the superiority of his troops, and by the way, he could also help Lord Juda get rid of a big henchman. But now there was a strange balance of forces between the two sides, and he had a slight numerical advantage, but not enough to crush Zakar from the front; In a real fight, he did not have the confidence to compete with Zakar for on-the-spot tactical command. Even if it can win, it will be a miserable victory. The man didn't even have the courage to estimate the specific battle loss ratio. Unlike Zakar, only 224 of his troops were recruited from his own tribe, and 150 were part of the core of Juda the Saboteur. Of course, the man is not afraid to compete with Zakar, but those 150 people must not lose anything. In the final analysis, the purpose of this group of people is only to deter Zakar.

However, Zakar came anyway, and despite the presence of the main forces, he managed to fill the gap in numbers as much as he could. Although it has not been smoothed, it is enough to make the man throw a mouse. The tyrannical methods of "Saboteur" Juda are not only understood by the enemy. Zakar seems to have generously given the man the power to choose, but he has always held the initiative firmly in his hands.

"Okay, just follow the old rules! Three batches, ten people! The man threw his whip into the air, tearing the air with a deafening sound.

"Yes, three batches, ten people." Zakar also flicked his horsewhip empty. The Cato cavalry on both sides put away their sabers one after another, and the swords were hidden in a flash. Randolph, who had been nervously watching, breathed a sigh of relief, what he was most worried about was that the two sides would fight, so that not to mention that the deal would come to naught, and he would suddenly find himself in a battlefield where horses were racing and arrows were flying. Fortunately, the situation turned out as Zakar had predicted.

"Friend," Zakar turned and dismounted, walked up to Randolph with a spring breeze on his face, and hugged him vigorously, "I'll say that the puppy wouldn't dare." Three batches of ten people, friend, how many people do you plan to come out? On what batch? ”

"Huh?" Randolph looked incredulous, "Let me decide?" ”

"Of course." Zakar said.

"Didn't you say you just had to send a trainer to ride the head horse? The three groups of ten ......" Randolph asked cautiously, he had heard of the tradition of Cato "fighting horses" before, but the exact details were unknown. But his instincts, which had been a trader for many years, told him that he had probably been petty by Zakhar.

"That's true, but the tradition of our Cato people is not that everyone takes turns to play, and the man and the horse consume each other's physical strength. That's too mother-in-law. Kill the competitors and then you can spend your time at will. Three groups of ten people, including horse trainers and escort riders, each group cannot exceed five people. Then there is a competition around the head horse, which side is dead and which side is out. Or one of them will bring the head horse back to their position. That's it. Zakar was saying it lightly, but Randolph's face was getting greener. He realized that he had made a grave mistake, that the Cato had never had any tradition of harmony, that he had taken it for granted. Perhaps seeing this, Zakar deliberately planted a trap in his words - I have to admit that the Gato warlord's lingua franca is becoming more and more proficient, and he may have stolen a little bit of business cunning from himself. Three batches of ten, in terms of proportions, are almost completely uncompetitive themselves, and instead have the potential to serve as a stepping stone for Zakar.

The only thing that can give a slight boost to the frustrated Randolph is that the foreign reinforcements he has brought in are strong enough. Although the level of horse training is still up for debate, if it is a fight and killing, there are only a few people who can compare with him.

"Friend, how many people are you going to send, and how many batches are there?"

"I'm one, the first batch." Eshy took over, he didn't understand what Zakar had negotiated, but the rules of the so-called "three groups of ten" were clearly explained: either kill the ten men on the other side, or drag the stallion to this side. Simple and crude, just what he wants.

"Excellent." Zakar smirked, "In the end, Husardor is a great warrior and can tame a fiery horse. So, please step forward. He got on his horse and went out with Estheus.

"In the first batch, we will send one person!"