The rich smell of blood almost rose to the sky.

Look at the corpse-strewn camp.

The crowd led by Battle was dumbfounded.

The scene in front of them had a great impact on them.

This time it was too ruthless, but it made them a little unsure of what to do.

Battle, who turned over and dismounted, was unsteady under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

This is for the steppe people, who grew up on horseback.

It's incredible.

Dismount and fall?

In normal times, if such a thing happens, it will definitely attract a lot of ridicule from a lot of people.

This kind of thing should not happen to a steppe man at all.

However, at this moment, no one is in that mood.

"Abba, Abba!"

Panicked, Battle screamed and rushed into the corpse-strewn camp.

Corpses, corpses everywhere!

Look at the familiar faces.

At this time, Battle was undoubtedly tormented in his heart.

Until the corpse that had fallen in the snow, almost covered by the snow on its body, came into his eyes......

"Ahh!!!h

Holding his father's corpse in his arms, Battle was close to madness at this time......

"Who is it? Who did it?!! ”

His father, who had once been his spiritual support, turned into a cold corpse at this moment.

At this point, Battle's heart was undoubtedly broken.

"If I had been in the camp at the time, Abba, Abba, he wouldn't have ......"

Thoughts kept flashing through his mind, and Battle finally fell into deep remorse.

He regretted that he should not have led his men and horses to rob the grain.

I regret why I didn't stay in the tribal camp at that time!

Intense and complex emotions kept coming to his heart, impacting his consciousness and making him miserable.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth are still sweeping, constantly sweeping this blood-stained grassland.

And somewhere in the grassland, in the camp of the leader of the Sunit tribe.

Listen to the reports of the tribe's subordinates.

Abcha smashed the bowl of mare's milk wine in his hand on the spot.

"Sand? You told me that after robbing for a long time, more than 200 people and horses died, but the Central Plains people transported not grain, but sand?! ”

At this moment, Abucha's face was simply hard to see and frightening.

After a period of uncertainty in his expression, the whole person stood up directly......

"Gather people for me, and settle accounts with that old fox in Billeg!!"

The information of the Central Plains people's grain transport team was provided by Bileg.

The plan to join forces to rob the grain was also proposed by Billeg.

Now half a grain of grain has not been grabbed, but the men and horses sent by his Sunit tribe have lost a lot.

If the old fox of Billega does not give him an explanation.

Then this thing is obviously over!

Abucha was definitely not the only tribal leader who went crazy after hearing the news.

It's just that Abcha is definitely the most grumpy one.

And to say who is the most calm.

That's probably the diligence of the Zarhan tribe......

Siqin, who felt the curtain of the tent being lifted, raised his eyes slightly.

Looking at the man who walked in, he spoke softly......

"This time, thank you for your hard work."

"The leader doesn't have to be like this."

As he spoke, the man who walked in touched his left eye.

"I was blinded by an arrow from Burigud, and I escaped with serious injuries, and if it wasn't for the leader to save me, my Buhe would have died a long time ago."

That's right, the person standing in Siqin's tent at this time is the one-eyed dragon Buhe who had just led thousands of men and horses to exterminate the Hanar tribe before!

Siqin, who heard this, chuckled.

Then he raised his hand and motioned for Buhe to sit down to the side.

"Over the years, you have been working hard as a horse thief to collect people and horses for me on the periphery of this prairie, but you were too impulsive in the previous matter, even if there is a shortage of food, you should discuss with me first."

In this regard, the one-eyed dragon Buhe's face also showed a trace of shame.

"What the leader said is that I was impulsive at the time, but I didn't grab much food, and I took so many brothers in for nothing, please punish the leader!"

"Alright."

Siqin waved his hand calmly.

"It's good if you know what's wrong, let him go over the past, this time, can you get things done?"

"Chief, please rest assured, I called people back and forth to confirm twice, and there was absolutely no flaw left!"

"Hmm."

Hearing this, Siqin nodded with satisfaction.

And the one-eyed dragon Buhe, who saw this scene, spoke again......

"It's just that I don't understand one thing, didn't I say that I had to deal with another tribe with fewer centaurs? Why did it temporarily change to attack the Hanar tribe? ”

"There are a lot of people and horses left by the Hanar tribe, and we have lost a lot of people and horses in this wave."

Faced with this question, Siqin glanced at the one-eyed dragon cloth lightly, and then spoke unhurriedly......

"Suddenly I think the Hanar tribe is more suitable."

Speaking of this, Siqin's face showed a bit of meaning.

Yes, the Hanar tribe is more suitable.

That old fox was too shrewd, and it was better to let him die sooner.

For this, he didn't mind paying a little more for it.

Just when Siqin thought so.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the tent......

"Chief, Bazar is back."

"Call him in."

Before he could change the bloodstained animal skin coat on his body, Bazar walked directly into Siqin's tent.

Looking at the one-eyed dragon Buhe sitting below, he looked calm, obviously knowing the existence of the other party for a long time.

After a simple nod, Bazar's eyes showed obvious reverence as his gaze fell on Siqin.

"Leader, that grain transport team is really a trap for the Central Plains, you are really too godly!"

Facing the compliment of his subordinates, Siqin smiled and shook his head.

Then he unhurriedly wiped the bronze war knife in his hand that should not have appeared in the grassland.

"There is nothing that is not godly, if you want to defeat an enemy, you must first understand him."

As he spoke, looking at the cold and glistening blade of the bronze war knife in his hand, Siqin couldn't help but squint his eyes......

"Those idiots, who don't even know what they're facing, how can they have a chance of winning?"

Speaking of this, Siqin's voice paused.

Putting the knife into its sheath, he put the bronze war knife aside.

Then he took out a neatly bound book.

"Some time ago, I was lucky and caught a literate Central Plains person."

"I'm getting him to teach me to read now."

"You should learn these things in the future."

"The more I understand now, the more I can feel the power of that Central Plains Emperor."

"With Abucha's gang alone, it is impossible for that Central Plains Emperor to be the opponent."

"When the ice and snow on this grassland melt, I'm afraid it will be their death time."

"Until then, I have to take my chance and do something......"

"Calculate the time, Abcha's violent temper should have already taken the men and horses to settle accounts with Billeg, right?"

For the alliance leader's "watch well, hold back your talk' plus the twelfth send, and thank you to the book friends 'Chen Duxiu Swastika' and 'F**K' monthly passes!

(End of chapter)