A tribal leader was brought forward, Ruur Aba didn't know the name of this guy, but he was familiar, as the successor of the tribe, he was still very young, and he still knew most of the leaders of the powerful tribes of the barbarian tribe, obviously, this guy was not among them.

This is an arrogant and intelligent fellow, Ruur Abba thought, arrogant because this guy has never had a good face for him, even after the defeat, and Ruur Abah can smell the stale smell of the tribal nobles from him, like the smell of rotting corpses on the steppe.

It is said that this guy is smart because he has been staying under the banner and has not left half a step, which has allowed him to survive, and this can also be called cowardice, but among those who survived, who can call himself a warrior?

This guy is still so arrogant, always holding his waist up, trying to show more courage than cowards, and perhaps because of this, he was the first to be chosen.

The rest of the people watched him walk up to the majestic and dignified young man, he bent down and stroked his chest, the common prairie etiquette, not respectful, but enough to express his respect, just like the Han courtesy.

This time, he obviously didn't bring his cleverness with him, his body had just bent down slightly, and beside the tall alien commander, a Tatar had already stood out, this was obviously a Tatar general, with a lot of blood on his body, obviously after a fierce battle, just returned.

He scolded angrily, and the voice came from afar, and Ruur Abba and the others heard it clearly.

"Bold guy. Seeing that my noble master will not bend his knees, you are not worthy of the mercy of your master......"

And this time. The alien commander waved his hand indifferently, as if he was randomly driving away the mosquitoes of summer, but the result was terrifying.

When the Tatar saw this, he drew his scimitar, stepped forward, and slashed it down, and so, the arrogant and clever fellow. didn't even understand what kind of mistake he had made, so he was cut off his head, it was a very accurate, powerful knife, there was no room for him to dodge, a clean and neat knife. That Tatar is clearly a real brave fellow.

The headless body, spurting bright red, shook and fell to the ground, and his body was quickly dragged away, leaving only a bloody place there.

Ruur Abba shuddered. But it was not surprising, he just thought in his heart that this alien commander had a ruthlessness commensurate with his majesty, and on the grassland, the defeated had no proud power. What's more, it was still such a fiasco. Ruur Abat laughed at himself, thinking that it would be better to die under the enemy's scimitar than to die at the wrath of the Great Khan......

Another tribal tie was brought over, his legs visibly trembling, and his courage retreated most of the time in the face of death, and in the vanquished, it would be more clearly demonstrated.

He knelt on the ground without hesitation, and buried his head deeply, humbly not even daring to look up, Ruur Aba tilted his head slightly, he couldn't bear to look at it, he had never heard of the warriors of the barbarian tribe, when had they been so humiliated...... Maybe they've never failed?

But his fate was not a little better, the young alien commander asked a few words, a little far away, and did not hear what was said, only vaguely audible, it was a Mongol accent.

Ruur Abba immediately thought of the Kereh Ministry, could it be that this is the prestigious Sankun of the Kereh Ministry? Thinking about it, I don't think it's right, Sangkun won't come here, and this is indeed a foreign race, and his appearance is very different from that on the grassland.

When he came back to his senses, the former tribal leader had been dragged away, and he was terrified, but he no longer screamed and begged for mercy from his enemies, but just by looking at him, Ruur Abba understood that he did not know what he said that angered the other party.

Soon, a human head fell to the ground again.

At this time, Ruur Abba also felt that his legs were a little weak, and the brutality for no reason was the most frightening, fighting on the grassland was almost every day, and a few words of quarrel could also bring killing, and most of the nobles on the grassland were very irritable.

When they drink **, if the taste is not right, maybe they have to kill a slave girl, their flock is missing a sheep, maybe they have to drag the grazing slave behind the horse's tail, and when they are in a bad mood, they often take pleasure by whipping the slave......

So there was never a shortage of brutal people in the steppe, but in Ruur Abba's view, a commander-in-chief, more powerful than General Kokxue Wu Sabulhei, should be tolerant enough after the war, because it is not a glorious thing to kill the enemy warriors who have laid down their arms at will.

There are many warriors on the grassland, but for every tribe, young warriors are precious, even if they are enemy warriors, so often after defeating the enemy, they will merge the other tribe into their own side, especially those brave warriors, they will do everything possible to collect their own battle flags, even if the other party's loyalty is unexpectedly firm, they will give respect, let them die a glorious death, instead of being cut off at will.

The young Nabarian couldn't help but be a little angry in addition to fear......

Another collar was singled out, but this man was already pale and like a dead man, and if he killed them one by one, it would be his turn sooner or later, Ruur Abba thought, he wanted to live......

If you want to live at this time, you need more courage and wisdom, and the young Naiban prayed in his heart to the gods to give him what he needed, and at the same time, he grabbed the collar's arm and took a step forward.

All the people looked at him, the alien warriors were a little surprised, and the captured nobles looked at him like a monster, but in such a place, at such a moment, the brave will always be respected by others, and soon all the eyes brought out gratitude and admiration, and the nobles couldn't help but straighten their waists a little.

An alien warrior walked over, looked the young barbarian up and down a few times, muttered a few expressionless words, turned around and left, and immediately someone came over, pushing Ruur Abba to follow.

Coming to the flying battle flag, Ruur Abba looked at the pool of blood, lowered his head, put his hands on his chest, and said loudly: "Ruur Abba, the centurion of the Nabarian tribe, pays tribute to you who defeated us, and asks you to have a glorious home with him......

Zhao Shi stood under the Tiger Banner, he didn't care about these grassland tribe leaders and nobles, this battle was very smooth, although there were many cavalry in the barbarian tribe, they lacked wise leaders, and they lacked understanding of the Qin cavalry.

Therefore, they chose the wrong opponent, the wrong battlefield, and their appearance on the battlefield was almost useless, so this battle would be so smooth, and even easier than he expected.

However, the Naiban tribe will not fall because of this battle, and a war with most of the grassland will not be swept away, and the vast grassland gives these Hu people a good strategic room for maneuver, so that it is impossible for you to defeat them like a devastating victory.

This battle is the barbarian tribe suffered a heavy loss, this is undoubted, tens of thousands of barbarian warriors are buried here, even the population of the barbarian tribe will be in great pain, there may not be such a battle in the future, Zhao Shi thought to himself......

Fortunately, compared with the Han princes of the Central Plains, the loyalty of the steppe people will always be affected by a strong force, and as long as it is constantly weakened, perhaps a strong clan will soon fall apart.

Originally, he planned not to leave prisoners in this battle, so as to achieve the goal of weakening the barbarian tribe as much as possible, but the Tatars suffered too much damage, and with their current weakness, they could no longer bear such casualties.

After the battle, he soon came to him and persuaded him to leave behind the undead Nabarian warriors, who they assured that they would soon fight for them under the Tatar banner.

In the end, those surviving Naiban warriors became the trophies of the Tatars, whether they were slaves or Tatar warriors, it is possible, this is not the southern Central Plains territory, many rules, Zhao Shi can not clearly grasp, there is only one sentence that moved him, these Nabarian warriors will not flee again, because even if they flee back, they will bear the shame of being defeated and captured, if they are not killed, they will become slaves, and their relatives will be affected......

And if they stay here, they may be regarded as killed in battle, and their relatives may live in peace, so after the war on the grassland, the victors will often get a lot of slaves and warriors, and the loyalty of these slaves and warriors may be doubted, but there is no need to guard against them resisting or fleeing......

And the tribal leaders and nobles who were the officers who were captured by the barbarian tribe, according to Zhao Shi's habits, should be cleared out, and they have always done the same, in Shuzhong, in the river, in the east of the river, he also did this, until the battle of Datong, it was considered a little restricted......

So these tribal leaders were brought here, and their fate was almost doomed, and the reason why he had to ask a few words was because he felt that these tribal leaders might have something he wanted to know......

(Monthly pass, monthly pass, it's a little late, everyone is a little anxious, it's been two months, Acao always wants to rest for a day or two, but in the end he still persevered, and today is no exception)

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