In the north of the kingdom of Rohan, countless tents are stationed in the ice and snow.

These tents of various sizes form a camp, and the large number of soldiers in the camp is constantly patrolling, and any disturbance will attract countless scrutiny.

"Open the door! Tell the chief of Kurgo, and say that Simon, the leader of Bulg, is here! ”

Outside the fence gate of the camp, a group of cavalry numbering in the hundreds shouted and shouted, crowding Simon, who was walking in the middle, from afar.

"It's the Tiger Banner of the Bulgers, brothers open the door!"

Seeing the Tiger Banner unfurled in Simon's team, the gate was slowly opened by the guards waiting here. And with the open fence gate, there were guards who were good at running all the way, running to the big tent of the Chinese army while shouting: "Bulg's reinforcements have arrived, Bulg's reinforcements have arrived!" ”

Inside countless tents, soldiers kept coming out of the tents with the cries of reinforcements. The soldiers who walked out were all armed with scimitars, and they smiled as they listened to the word reinforcements in their ears.

However, this smile did not last long, and when they saw that the so-called reinforcements were only a few hundred Bulg cavalry, all those who were looking forward to reinforcements had no reason to laugh.

Looking at the gloomy expressions of the soldiers on both sides, Simon led hundreds of cavalry to ride through the Kurgo camp.

After running all the way, Simon's team came to the big tent of the Chinese army and turned over and dismounted.

"The banner of the Cheqi tribe, the banner of the Ter tribe" Simon's gaze swept over a few large flags, handed the horse rope in his hand to his subordinates, and thought secretly: "This Habayi leader of the Kurgo tribe is really the most popular among the eight tribes. These few tribes that have arrived, plus my Bulgs, these eight tribes are now gathered! ”

Simon thought so and walked to the tall tent in front of him. And just as Simon was about to step into the camp, a slightly chubby middle-aged man greeted him with a smile.

"Simeon, you're here! I, the Bahá'ís and other leaders, are waiting for you in the Great Tent. The fat flesh on his face trembled as he spoke.

He welcomed Simon into the tent affectionately, complaining as he went, that Heydon, the king of Rohan, would not be saved.

The tent was covered with a woollen carpet, and Simon listened to Bahá'í's grievances and looked up as he stepped inside. It was found that the leaders of the other six tribes had already gathered here, and they were cooking mutton around the hanging pot at the moment.

"Humph!"

Looking at Simon who walked in, the two leaders who had a holiday with Simon snorted coldly. Wielding a knife to cut the mutton, there is no intention of getting up.

"Sit and sit, everyone is not an outsider, but you can't be divided!"

Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Izel, the leader of the Cheqi tribe, got up and pulled Simon to his side, and without saying a word, handed Simon a glass full of wine.

Simon nodded to Isel, took the glass and drank it down, exhaled the wine, and sat down in an empty seat.

"Everyone is here today, and I can't say anything if Simon comes late. But Saruman's army has already entered, so everyone won't just come to drink wine and eat meat! ”

Simon said that he was not drinking wine and eating meat, but he still grabbed a leg of mutton without hesitation, and looked at the two leaders sitting opposite him with unkind eyes while eating.

There are eight tribes in the kingdom of Rohan, and the eight tribes are centered on the kingdom of Rohan and jointly rule the Graton grassland.

And with the difference in their respective territories, there are bound to be some differences in the case of interests equal to pastures. The two people sitting across from Simon were the two leaders who had a conflict of interest with Simon and even the Burgers. Among them are Lum, the leader of the Strange Rock Tribe, and Olitos, the leader of the Mumans.

Simon's gaze was full of aggression, and Olitos and Lum felt their scalps tingle under such gaze. Among them, Oletos, who had a more fiery temper, was the first to stand Simon's gaze, and stood up as soon as he pushed the table in front of him.

"Drinking wine and eating meat should also pay attention to the first come, first come, you Simon is the latest, why eat lamb shank!" Olitos slammed the knife in his hand against the small table in front of him.

Lamb stew on the grassland is the highest standard of etiquette, and the leg of lamb is only enjoyed by the most important people on important occasions.

Olitos doesn't think Simon is the most important person on the field, and in his opinion, these four legs of mutton should not have Simon's share at all. Simon is not only the latest to come now, but also takes it without asking, which is clearly trying to discourage himself.

"Simon, I think Oletos is right. Since you know that you are the last of the eight tribes, you should think less about it! ”

Lum was on the side to respond to Oletos's words, he and Olitos were already friends, and as soon as they saw their friends competing against Simon, they immediately joined forces to put pressure on Simon.

The eight leaders represented the eight tribes, and when they saw Simon and Olitos facing each other, some of the leaders sneered and watched, while others drank and ate meat as if they were unconscious.

None of the people present were simple-minded people, and this time the confrontation was not so much about fighting for a leg of mutton, but about Simon and Olitos taking the initiative in the battle for the eight tribes.

"It's all a family, what is this for! There are so many cattle and sheep in my Kurgo tribe, whoever wants to eat them will be slaughtered by me! In the increasingly cold confrontation, Habayi stood up and played a round, smiling and diverting the contradictions between the two sides.

If it were any other time, Habayi would definitely be watching the excitement. However, now that Saruman's army is overwhelmed, the first to be threatened is the Kurgo tribe. Therefore, as the leader of the tribe, Habayi does not want to have an internal fight at this moment, otherwise once the affairs of the coalition army are in vain, it will not be Simon and Olitos who will be hurt the most.

Habayi had the two lambs brought in again, and Simon was pacified by Morton, the leader of the tribe of Ter, who wore gold and silver.

Olitos, who still wanted to play on the topic, snorted a few times under Habayi's pleading gaze, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious because of a quarrel.

"Bahá'í Chief, your tribe is the first to bear the brunt of the Saruman's invasion this time. Don't know what you're going to do? ”

Morton was dressed in gold and silver, and the ruby on his thumb slammed against the knife that cut the flesh, making a crisp sound.

The other leaders stopped their movements as Morton spoke. Those who drink wine put down their glasses, and those who eat meat put down their knives, and the scene became very solemn.

King Heudon of Rohan retreated without a fight, and Saruman's army of 50,000 was pressing.

Although the leaders of the various tribes present did not sit back and watch Saruman swallow the Kurgo tribe because of their feelings, this army to fight against Saruman was not what everyone wanted.

"Each of our tribes has thousands of warriors, and together there are twenty or thirty thousand troops. I want to borrow troops from you, but now the Rohan Kingdom can't be counted on, and only when our eight tribes join forces can we fight Saruman! Habayi's words were so aggressive that several tribal leaders looked at each other and fell into deep thought.

Now that the Graton Plains is icy and snowy, not to mention whether the twenty or thirty thousand people gathered by the eight major tribes can fight against Saruman's army. It was this cold season that made the hearts of several leaders who were far away beat drums. After all, in this snowy field, the cavalry of all departments will be greatly affected, and within these nomadic tribes, the cavalry occupies the vast majority.

"My chariot tribe can send three thousand cavalry, and there will be no more!"

The leader of the Rider Tribe, Izel, was the first to speak after a moment of silence, breaking the silence of the scene.

"The Muman tribe can send two thousand cavalry, plus one thousand infantry!"

"The strange rock and wood fall are too far away from Kurgo, and when the snow covers the mountain, I can only send a thousand cavalry."

"The Tel have two thousand five hundred cavalry, and they can all be dispatched!"

The seven tribal leaders spoke one by one, and in the end, not counting the Simon and Bourg tribes who did not speak, a total of 17,000 people could be taken out.

The vast majority of the 17,000 men were cavalry, supplemented by a small number of infantry. Although it is not a dig out of the old bottom, but for the eight major tribes, if these people do not return, I am afraid they will also be broken.

"Seventeen thousand, that's still not enough!" Habayi of the Kurgo tribe shook his head slightly, looked at Simon, who had not expressed his position, and asked, "Simon, how many people can you produce?" ”

The eyes of the present were once again on Simon, and Simon shook his head slightly after hearing this: "I can send troops, and three thousand people will be capped." Our eight tribes together are only 20,000 people, and these people are a drop in the bucket against Saruman's army of 50,000. And the legions in Isengar are still being assembled, unless"

Simon said that he wanted to speak and stopped, looking like he was holding a pearl of wisdom.