The sun is like fire, and the setting sun is shining, as if it is about to burn the entire grassland to the ground.

The grass hung weakly, and there was no spirit of the morning light.

The breeze blows across the earth, and the sound of cattle, sheep and beasts embellishes the calm shijie without a little life.

"Eminem, there was another big battle on the grassland a few days ago, I took Pirlo and them to take a sneak look, there were corpses everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and the grass was dyed red! Soon, it may affect our Shule tribe! Bagstar knelt down in front of Massaro, carefully holding the mare's milk tea, and spoke in a restrained manner, peeking at the old father from time to time, and not knowing where he had flown to.

Massaro lowered his head, did not look at Bagstar's face, sighed, and said: "There is no peaceful place in the grassland today, let's move to the Tianshan Mountains again!" ”

Tianshan is the holy mountain of the grassland, located in the deepest part of the grassland, but also the place where the four dynasties will not intersect, the mountains are towering, towering into the clouds, snow-capped, few tribes will go where, although the pasture is abundant, but the climate changes seven or eight times a day, cold and hot, when it is cold, it can kill people to death, and when it is hot, it can heat people to death.

The Tianshan Mountains are the birthplace of the entire grassland rivers, there are avalanches from time to time, so there are very few tribes nearby, only when wars are frequent, other small tribes will migrate there in order to survive, and the general Tianshan Mountains range 100 miles, belonging to the entire grassland tribe recognized as a non-war zone, no tribe will risk blaspheming the ancestors, provoke war under the Tianshan Mountains.

In the same way, doing so will be extremely resisted by the other tribes under the Tianshan Mountains, and will be hostile and hateful to other tribes in the grassland.

Suddenly, Bagstar erupted, complaining in frustration: "Run, run, run." We have been fleeing like this, we have given up our grasslands, we have given up our thin and young herdsmen, but when will we escape? There is killing everywhere, and if we run like this, sooner or later the knife will come to our necks......! ”

Massaro raised his head sharply, his eyes staring at Bagstar like a wolf, Bagstar only felt a tingling in his scalp, and his father, who had been kind and easy-going, was even more terrible at this moment than the most ferocious enemy he had ever seen. The eagle-like gaze was full of the coldness and aggression of the wolves.

Massaro said coldly, word by word: "This is what you mean." Or do they mean it!! ”

Grunt~!

Bagstar swallowed nervously and stammered, "That's what everyone meant." That's what I mean, too. I know that our tribe is weak, and there are more tribes on the steppe who want to destroy us all than the stars in the sky, but because of this, we cannot escape. Eminem, on the run, the tribesmen lost their courage until one day they were targeted by a certain tribe. When the time comes, our Shule tribe will be destroyed, and the clansmen will become slaves of others......! ”

Under the pressure of Massaro, Bagstar spoke more and more smoothly and faster, and he didn't even have a brain, and when he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that he had such a good eloquence!

Massaro was silent, he withdrew his gaze, and stared at the low table, looking at the shallow layer of mare's milk tea on it, and on the pure white mare's milk, a little tea powder wafted.

Since the arrival of the alien in this shijie, the life of the nomads living on the grassland has become better and better, and the precious tea is not as precious as before, although it cannot be popularized to thousands of households, but as the leader of the Shule tribe, he can still put some in the mare's milk on weekdays to relieve the fishy taste.

But the arrival of the alien made Shijie, who was originally like a powder keg, completely explode.

Massaro doesn't know what the whole world is like, but in the grassland, as long as there is war, there are aliens, they are like jackals on the grassland, foraging everywhere, there is no aboriginal who does not hate them, but there are many aborigines who welcome them, that is, ambitious people.

"You know what? In the past, our Shule tribe was once named the Khan of this grassland by the Qin Emperor, we surrendered to the feet of the Qin Emperor, let him drive, at that time, we crisscrossed the grassland, accepted the assignment of the Qin Emperor, and went to Shijie outside Kyushu to open up the territory for the Qin Emperor to expand the territory ......! Massaro said slowly, but the words shocked and shocked Bagstar, and his whole heart seemed to be baptized by waves of bombs, completely stupid!

Massaro's mind seemed to go back to the past, the memory of hundreds of thousands of iron horsemen who roamed the world and drove the grasslands.

Bagstar stammered, "Then we weishenme ......!" ”

"Because Emperor Qin needs immortality and needs eternal world, we are falling apart!" Massaro said lightly, without a trace of emotion in his words, as if everything was taken for granted.

“weishenme？ Eminem! Bagstar couldn't understand his father's thoughts, in his eyes, the Qin Emperor was unattainable, but too far away, too unreal. Moreover, the Emperor of Qin was Han, and they were not, weishenme's own Eminem to do this? I am willing to make the entire Shule tribe what it is today.

"Emperor Qin's greatness doesn't need you to doubt it!" Masaro was enraged by Bagsta, and said fiercely: "I don't want anyone to say in my ear that Emperor Qin is not, remember, you can't either!" You just need to know that our tribe is different from others, we can resist, but we can't provoke wars, let alone grow, this is not the restriction of Emperor Qin, but other tribes on the grassland will not allow it! To grow is to perish, you, understand? ”

"Yes, Eminem!" Bagstar's face changed a few times, and he suddenly came to his senses, but he understood that he would rather not understand, and he lowered his head, full of helplessness and reluctance. When he heard Massaro tell about the past of the Shule tribe, he was full of excitement and excitement, but when faced with the helplessness of reality, he found that he had no power to resist, and the rest was all frustration and discouragement.

The former overlord of the grassland, but now he is still alive, except for the older generation, no one knows his existence and his past. has become a small tribe that no one knows and does not know, if it were not for the deterrence of Qin Shi Huang, it is impossible to say that other grassland tribes would have destroyed him long ago, because even if he is small, it is so an eyesore for other tribes.

"It's good to know, as long as we go. No one will dare stop us! Dare to hurt us ......! There was a hint of ferocity in Massaro's eyes. At this moment, it seemed that the powerful tribe that once threatened the entire steppe seemed to have appeared, and Bagsta's spirit perked up, and then it deflated again.

"However, now the grassland has killed the ......!"

Bagstar glanced at Massaro secretly, and there was still some expectation and unwillingness in his heart, young people always have a bloody nature, especially the prairie man, who lives in poverty and cold all year round. The harsh environment has given them a proud heart, the desire to seize all good things, and they are simple but greedy, hoping to pass their own knives. Fight your way out.

"Smack!! Massaro slammed the low table, and the silver bowl on top of it spilled mare's milk on the table. Massaro said viciously, "Get out." Get the hell out of here! You want to kill, don't you? You want to be a human being, don't you? Then you will ride your handsome horse, take your scimitar, and don't come back, and from now on you will no longer be a member of the tribe of Shule......!!!!! ”

Massaro pointed out of the tent and spoke fiercely. The murderous aura came to his face, and that momentum made Bagstar feel like he was suffocating, his face was pale, and his heart was full of chaos. The flame that was hooked up by the outside was extinguished at once, and he knelt down and said, "Eminem, I don't dare anymore!" ”

"Get out!" Massaro kicked Bagstar in the ass, grabbed Bagstar's clothes, dragged him out, and said unquestionably as he dragged him: "From now on, you are no longer a member of my Shule tribe!" Get out of the Shule tribe, the Shule tribe doesn't need you to be dazzled like this. Greedy, killing wolf cubs!! ”

Bagstar's face flushed, his head lowered and he didn't even dare to raise it, and the originally busy clansmen turned their eyes here, looking at the patriarch and the young patriarch, no one dared to say a word in front of the angry Massaro.

The little friends of Bagsda were ashamed one by one, and Baku Yuansa rushed out, knelt next to Bagstar, and said: "Patriarch, please don't punish the young patriarch, these are all ...... we instigated the young patriarch to do!" ”

"Hmph, you still dare to come out......!!!" Massaro's eyes were fierce, and in an instant, he pulled out the scimitar at his waist.

Bagstar crawled and knelt down, not daring to have the slightest hint of disobedience: "Eminem, please don't hurt Baku Yuansa, I decided to do this, please Eminem punish!" ”

"Please punish us from the patriarch!!" The other friends of Bagstar also rushed out, knelt side by side by Bagstar's side, looking at the young men in the clan, Masaro's face became extremely ugly, glanced at their faces, and then glanced at the other clansmen who surrounded him, and said coldly: "You are looking for death!! ”

Baggsta They knelt and pressed their faces to the ground, not daring to say a word, let alone refute.

"The Yuan Dynasty sent people to recruit, I took the tribe to migrate, but the Yuan Dynasty was wiped out, the blood of that battle flowed for hundreds of miles, the corpses were all over the field, and the entire small holy mountain has now become a place where ghosts cry wolves, and no tribe dares to approach! Now, the grassland is in chaos, you think it's an opportunity to develop, but you don't want to think about how many corpses lie under them if you want to step on the human master, you, you, you, and you, you will all become one of the thousands of corpses, and no one will pay to resurrect your ......! Massaro's face was pale, and his voice was as loud as if it were earth-shattering, and the young men of the Shule tribe who said it were all pale and did not dare to make the slightest movement.

"Tsk, it seems that you still don't repent!" Suddenly, Massaro's voice changed, and without giving them a chance to speak, he held a scimitar in his hand, pointed out to the outside of the tribe, and shouted: "One man, one horse, one scimitar, from now on, you are no longer a member of Shule's people, whether you live or die, never, never come back!" Get lost!!! ”

Cold, undoubtedly, the Shule young people burst into tears one by one, bowed their heads and slammed the ground, but in exchange for a cold roll.

Bagstar was kicked by Massaro again, got up with difficulty, wiped his tears, and walked out of the tribe without looking back, and the surrounding tribesmen got out of the way, looking at him, Bagstar had never felt so humiliated, and those eyes pierced into his heart like the tip of a needle.

Bagstar vowed that he would make a name for himself and return to the Shule tribe to show the people that he had done nothing wrong! It's wrong, it's my own Eminem!

"Bang bang!" Bagstar left, his little friends hesitated, inspired by righteousness and blood, they kowtowed to Massaro a few times, followed, more and more Shule youths left, Massaro They didn't say a word, just watched them leave, their eyes were complicated.

"Patriarch, why are you suffering?"

Massaro looked at the dust and smoke brought up by the wild run, and said silently:

"The eagles on the grassland should not follow their parents, they should fly freely and find a blue sky of their own!" (To be continued......)