A black line appeared on the horizon, but in the sunlight, it reflected a faint red, and the rumbling of horses' hooves became clearer and clearer, shaking the ground, and even the water of the Alqi River rippled from time to time.

The black line was getting closer and closer, and immediately the figures of the knights became clear, they were wearing light red clothes that the steppe people had never seen before, like a red wall, constantly advancing on the grassland.

The dense array of war horses, with brisk steps, trotted on the grassland, but the momentum they brought was enough to shock any grassland tribe speechless.

The strict military formation, the uniform dress, the same style of swords, guns, bows and arrows, show that these cavalry are very different from the cavalry of any tribe in the steppe, and they act as if they are a whole......

Jin people, this is Erle's first thought, because only the Jin people who appear on the steppe will wear the same battle robes, hold the same weapons and bows and arrows, but it is also a desperate thought, the cruelty of the Jin people has already spread throughout the Tatar steppe, in front of them, there is no need to think about escaping, they will not let go of any Tatar, women and children will not let go, he tightened his hand gripping the handle of the scimitar, and looked back at the people gathered.

Dozens of people, all women and children, adult women riding horses, holding scimitars in their hands, children also riding horses, holding small bows and arrows, this is all the tribe of his tribe now, there are no slaves, no adult warriors, no old people and children who are too young.

But when the horses' hooves sounded, they all returned. None of them chose to flee, their faces were pale, their bodies trembled, and they looked terrified, but at this last moment, they all took courage and chose to return to the warm embrace of the gods......

Yes, there is no need to run away anymore, as long as the people who live on the grassland will see that the war horses that these Jin people sit on are tall and strong. More than a full circle larger than the war horses on the grassland, their endurance is definitely not as good as the horses on the grassland, but when they charge, in a short distance, their degree is incomparable to the grassland war horses.

It is said that most of these war horses are produced in the northwest, and they are the descendants of the legendary sweat and blood horses of the Western Regions. can rely on his own endurance and have a chance to get out. Now, don't think about it......

As the only experienced adult warrior in the tribe now, Erle's breathing gradually became heavy, faster, faster, closer, closer, he could charge, he slowly drew his scimitar. Raised overhead, he could swing it at any moment, leading his people to bravely rush at the powerful enemy, and he believed that his loyalty and courage would surely impress the gods. Give them the glory they deserve after death.

But in the land of the two horses, the cavalry that came like a dark cloud stopped, and the sound of the horses' hooves soon disappeared, and they sat quietly on their horses. They looked coldly, and even from a long distance, Erle seemed to be able to see clearly, their contemptuous eyes and disdainful expressions.

This undoubtedly pierced Erle's heart, and he wanted to rush over without hesitation, so that these Jin people would understand that the courage of the Tatars could not be desecrated.

But the changes that followed made him dispel this idea.

A group of more than ten horsemen rode horses from the military formation, and soon came to a short distance, the strange behavior of the Jin people made Erle press the boiling blood, but he only had bitterness in his heart, he had been adrift for too long, and he didn't even have the courage to die in battle?

Following the wind of the steppe, the familiar Tatar language came, "Which tribe are you from, report your name, if it is a friend, we want to camp here, talk and laugh with our master, if it is an enemy, then let us wash away the hatred with blood......"

The people of the Jin country are all jackals, they will not be so polite, Erle turned such a thought, his daughter had quietly come to his side, after the fright, but she showed a childlike innocence and curiosity, she looked ahead, a small black face, full of shock and amazement.

Erle settled down, urged the war horse, and walked forward for a distance, he was not afraid of what kind of conspiracy this was, because it was impossible, he didn't want to use any more brains, he just wanted to go up and ask clearly, and use the question to answer the doubts in his heart.

"Jin Guoren, what do you want to do here, there are only some women and children here, if you are a guest, we can't entertain you, because slaughtering all our sheep is not enough for guests to enjoy, if you want to fight, we can accompany you, the descendants of the gods, never lack the courage and strength to fight."

"We are not from Jinguo...... the person who shouted laughed, and when he came closer, Erle had already seen clearly, this person was a young man, with a short beard, a strong body, and a hearty smile, as if there was not much malice, and he looked like ...... Something else familiar......

"We have come a long way, are you the leader of this tribe, which tribe do you belong to, we have no malice, fight? Ha ha...... We never swing our scimitars at women and children, and shoot arrows. ”

Erle looked at him suspiciously, and then at the quiet and oppressive team behind him, and thought, with such a group of warriors, where would they not be able to enjoy wine and food?

He straightened his back, trying not to appear humble and cowardly, for the words he said would probably cause a battle, but the sons of the gods, even if they had lost their glory, would not answer questions with lies at such a time, and even if they could save people's lives, it would not work, because there was still one last trace of pride left in his heart, without which the gods would not allow the liar to enter his kingdom.

"We are the members of the Wangu Tribe...... You are not from Jinguo...... "The brain is indeed turning slowly, and it is only at this time that I understand it, and I feel very surprised."

The people of Jin, for many tribes in the steppe, have a hatred watered with blood, especially the Tatars, this hatred comes from a longer and deeper time.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then there was ecstasy, and there was no concealment, and it was clearly displayed on his face, and he even urged him to come up and look at Erle carefully.

Even, some frightened and hesitant expressions were on his face, and he may be the only one who understands what he is thinking.

"The people of the Wanggu Tribe, the descendants of the Holy Wolf?"

Erle raised his head proudly, as if he had not heard such a title for a long time, as if a thousand years had passed.

"Yes, Wangu Centurion Erle, greetings to you, distinguished guest, where are you from?"

Since he was not from the Jin country and was not from the grassland, Erle completely relaxed, returned to normalcy, and talked with the usual greetings from the grassland......

"Erle...... Besto's son? ”

To Erle's surprise, the young man said the familiar name in one mouth, and he looked at the young man in a daze, and the more he looked, the more familiar he became, and finally, his eyes widened violently, and even his body shook, and he roared out from the depths of his chest.

He rolled over and dismounted, fell to his knees on the ground, his head buried deep in the green weeds, tears flowing down involuntarily, crying heartbreakingly......

Young people don't need to ask, it is the shameless former class who returned to the grassland, leading 10,000 Qin troops, without encountering any danger, looking at the grassland that once belonged to the Wanggu Department, here, a weak tribe that can hardly see the appearance of the tribe appeared, and even called itself the tribe of the Wanggu Department, how this does not surprise him, how not to make him excited.

He turned over and dismounted, came to Erle's side, and dragged him up, his eyes were red, but he smiled very happily, "Erle...... My loyal subordinate, I, the descendant of the Holy Wolf, the disgraceful Xiban of the Wanggu tribe have returned......"

Only those who have lost know the preciousness of regaining, Erle cried and hugged Buyan Xiban, "My master, you can be regarded as coming back, the descendants of the holy wolf, it has never been cut off, Erle has been waiting for this day for too long............

There was nothing to say after that, and the army set up camp on the banks of the river, and was much behind the army, followed by a cloud of sheep, and flocks of horses, and a number of Tatar tribesmen.

Along the way, wherever the army passed, there was no resistance, and for the sake of military orders and to accumulate their own troops, all the tribes they encountered were coerced by the army.

In the face of such an army, not many people will choose to resist, especially if the army does not have too much malice, and not many people are willing to die in battle.

There were only two tribes that tried to escape, but they were caught up by the army and were quickly driven back.

All the way to the depths of the Yunwai steppe, there are already a lot of Tatar tribes gathered, together, there are as many as two or three thousand people, and the flocks of sheep and horses are even more overwhelming, just like a real big tribe is migrating.

With these tribes, the ears and eyes on the steppe became more well-informed, and even found an army of golden people to plunder, it didn't take much to do, chased for three days, and finally caught up with it, still leaving no prisoners, killing all the people, and snatching back the harvest, which was enough to make all the Tatar tribes red-eyed......

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