Mt. Akina. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, according to the habits of the grassland people outside the Guanwai, this mountain peak is not called this name.

This name is the unique name of the Kannai Daikairen.

The specific reasons are no longer very important, in short, they have existed since ancient times.

Mt. Akina is not a single mountain, but refers to a large area of three peaks.

"There aren't any cultivation sects in Akinayama, right?"

For this destination, Yuan Lai was confused.

Kansai replied simply: "Not really." ”

"So, who are we going to fight?"

"Outside the gate, there are no large sects at all, and the biggest one is just the kind of small inheritance of dozens of people I saw just now, of course, this is limited to the grassland area outside the gate, and it is difficult to say whether there are major sects in the depths. ”

"The number of sects like the one that was extinguished just now is also very small, most of the evil cultivators are wandering around, and there is no fixed residence, and some of them belong to the forces of the Guanwai clan, which is even more difficult to kill. According to the route of travel, there is no evil cultivation sect nearby, and it is not yet time for everyone to disperse and kill, according to Jiang Yan's meaning, the next stop is to take the grassland people!"

"So, there are tribes of steppe people in Akinayama?"

Kansai nodded and said: "Well, there is indeed a tribe there, in fact, it is not only the Northwest Army, but many people in the Northwest know that there are many evil cultivators hidden in this tribe, but ...... The Northwest Army had not made up its mind to attack them before. ”

"Why?" Yuan Lai asked, "Why didn't you start to clear it?"

"On the one hand, because there are many forces outside the Guan, the number of grassland tribes gathered in the area of Qiuming Mountain is already considered to be above average, and once the army is mobilized, it is easy to touch the nerves of other tribes, and it is easy to have problems at that time. ”

After a pause, Kansai suddenly sighed and said, "One more point...... There were thousands of people in that tribe, and half of them were not men who could fight, and once they were cleared, they could only be killed......! After all, there are still many innocent people, I said that the Northwest Army can't bear it...... Do you believe it?"

Yuan looked at Guanxi's strong and solid body and angular face, and said calmly: "If it weren't for Uncle Guan, I wouldn't believe it." ”

Innocent people are everywhere, and war is never so discerning.

Yuan Lai put himself in his shoes, if he was the lord of the northwest, it would indeed be difficult for him to let this power grow because he couldn't bear it.

After all, the Northwest Army belongs to the Great Apocalypse, and the people of the Northwest King are also the people of several state capitals in the Northwest.

"Don't say you don't believe it, I don't believe in this reason, the war between the Northwest Army and the foreigners outside the border has lasted too long, and the grievances are too deep, alas, don't talk about this, in short, this turmoil in the northwest has a great relationship with this tribe, the evidence is conclusive, its people are full of evil in the northwest, and since they want to be ruthless, they will not let them go again this time!"

"Does Jiang Yan want to ......?"

"Kill, of course! Kill the whole tribe!"

Yuan Lai's heart sank, and then he saw Guan Xi's big hand clapped on his shoulder, and his thick voice sounded in his ears: "If you can't bear to look at it, just watch it from a distance, this massacre of the tribe mainly relies on the soldiers of the northwest, and the task of our cultivators is only the evil cultivators hidden in the tribe, you guys, get ready!"

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The name of the grassland tribe that gathers in the area of Mt. Akina is "Chasing the Sun".

It's quite an atmospheric name, but it's a pity that the number of people in the tribe can't match such a name.

In fact, the number of the daily tribe is not small.

That's a population of thousands.

Even if you look at the entire grassland, there are not many tribes with more populations.

A hundred years ago, there was still a golden tent in the grassland, and at that time, the grassland people still had a common king, and tens of thousands of cavalry, which was a fierce wolf outside the gate that made the emperor feel tricky.

It's a pity that in the war of a hundred years, the grassland tribes were constantly defeated and scattered, until Shentu Wojia took over to rule the northwest, and there was no king on the grassland.

There are only a few large tribes, dozens and hundreds of small and medium-sized tribes wandering back and forth.

Although the tribe was small in number, it was strong in force, so it was able to occupy a large area of fertile pastures in Mt. Akina.

Today.

It is a day of celebration for the day by day.

Early in the morning, before dawn, he ran out of the door and bundled hay.

Hay, bundled from the other side of the hill and brought back by cart after cart for storage, was a tiring task, and he liked to do it in the morning so that he could have time to prepare for the day's celebrations.

The tribal leader has ordered that many cattle and sheep will be slaughtered today, which is very happy news.

But Dalai is also a little puzzled, because today is not a holiday.

It's just that Dalai heard that the reason why he came to celebrate was because the tribal leader had recently received a lot of money and goods.

Reputedly...... They were all snatched from the gates.

Dalai is not surprised by this, in fact, the warriors on the grassland often run to the Guannai in groups, Dalai has never been, because he was injured when he was a child, broke an arm, and he can't even ride a horse, and when other people in the tribe go out to the Guannai to fight the autumn wind together, people are reluctant to take him.

This once made Dalai very depressed.

Because he heard that there are many, many good things in the Kaiguo of Kannai, and some things are unimaginable to him, and life in the grassland has always been boring and boring, which makes Dalai envy those people.

In fact, he didn't try to change all that.

The name "Dalai" refers to the sea in the grassland language, and Dalai also has a heart that wants to go out and see the sea.

So, he also tried to work hard.

For example, although he could not fight on horseback with a broken arm, he had heard that there was a kind of man who was much more powerful than the best equestrian warriors in the tribe.

That's the practitioner.

Originally, there were very few cultivators in the grassland, only a very small number of shamans, in fact, Dalai initially thought that there were very few shamans, but later when he knew that there were many "wizards" in Qiguo, his thoughts began to change.

Later, when he really met many cultivators who had run from Qiguo to the grassland, he was truly convinced of this.

Practitioners are powerful and fierce.

This is the stereotype of Dalai, as far as he knows, many of the cultivators who ran away from Qiguo to Guanwai were guilty of serious crimes, murder and arson, and robbery. In short, sinners.

Of course, the guilty should be punished, but because they are cultivators, they are very powerful, so they can run outside the gate to take refuge.

That's a bunch of criminals, Darlai thought.

But he still really wanted to be a criminal like that, because those cultivators are really strong, because they are so powerful, they can run amok outside the gates, and when they get to the tribe, they can directly become the guests of the leader, live in the best tents, drink the best milk wine, eat the freshest meat, and sleep with the most beautiful women.

You can't even give the leader a good look.

This is what Dalai dreams of.

Of course, he knew that it was also dangerous to be a cultivator, for example, if a cultivator took the advantage of a certain tribe, then he had to help the tribe fight, although the cultivators were strong, they would also bleed and howl and die under the bow and arrow and scimitar.

What's more, other tribes also have cultivators.

Not only that, but even when there was no war, those cultivators who had enlightened the kingdom would fight each other, and there was no reason for them to even have any reason.

Moreover, Dalai also knew that there were constantly some strange cultivators from Qiguo who came out to find those criminals to kill.

Dalai guessed that those later cultivators must have been soldiers of the Qiguo government.

In short, he once wanted to become a cultivator very much, and he once took most of his belongings and begged a cultivator in the tribe to be an apprentice, but the other party took away the things and only said lightly to himself: he has no talent.

Since then, Dalai has never had this idea.

Immortality has set everyone's fate, and Dalai thinks that he may not be born with that opportunity.

So, now he just wants to work hard and save some possessions.

"Hey!"

Dalai greeted the people, and then looked at the tribal leader's tent.

Speaking of which, this harvest has a lot to do with the cultivators in the tribe, recently there have been a lot of strange cultivators in the tribe, and I don't know what to say to the tribal leader in the big tent, in short, not long ago the tribe rectified the warriors, and ran to the pass with that group of cultivators to catch a handful.

When they came back, they brought a lot of harvest, and Dalai was envious at that time, but he was a little inexplicably worried in his heart.

He knew that in previous years, once he went to Qiguo too many times, the Northwest Army would send people to sweep up, always killing some arrogant cultivators, and then everyone would stop, wait a few months and then re-move, and then kill again at the end of the year......

At first, Dalai and the people of the Sun-Seeking Tribe were still very worried, but the Northwest Army that had been sweeping the Northwest Army had not really done anything to the Sun-Seeking Tribe, at most, a group of people came murderously, and then the officers of the people roared for a while, at most, they handed over a few cultivators, and gave some supplies and passed.

But this time, somehow, Da looked at the people walking in the tribe, at the women who slaughtered sheep and cattle for cooking, at the children running back and forth between the tents, and at the rows of fat horses, at the quiet flocks of sheep in the pens, at the haystacks everywhere, and at the wolfskin tubes fluttering on the high wooden poles.

An uneasy emotion filled the chest.

Dalai didn't think there was anything wrong with going to Qiguo to loot, because the old people in the tribe were always saying that in the great war a hundred years ago, the Qiguo people killed so many ancestors of the grassland people.

The hands of the Qiguo people were stained with the blood of the entire Guanwai, including the grassland people, who were collectively called Xirong.

It was a grudge that had penetrated into the bones, and it was a hatred that could be traced back to an era that the old people couldn't tell.

The Qiguo people snatched so many cattle and sheep from the grassland and killed so many lives.

They are the enemy.

Naturally, there is no need to scruple about treating the enemy, and it is enough to rob and kill, and Dalai thinks that the people of Qiguo must have the same vision when looking at people outside the Guan.

However, Dalai also understands a simple truth, just like they fight wolves in the grassland, wolves must fight if they want to eat sheep, but they can't be killed, if they fight too much, yellow sheep and rodents will be flooded, and the pasture will be destroyed. But at the same time, if the wolves grow, then the blow will come.

Dalai will also think, if there is too much robbery, will the people of Qiguo be unbearable?

"Dalai, what are you doing in a daze!"

A herdsman came over and patted Dalai on the shoulder in a funny way, and Dalai came to his senses, smiled at him, and talked and laughed for a few words, and when the neighbor walked away, Dalai still felt a little tight.

Today's work has been done, and it is a woman's business to clean up the cattle and sheep and cook, and there is no need for him to be crippled, so Dalai walked towards a hill outside the tribe.

From there, you can see the view from afar.

Dalai climbed the hill alone, and then casually looked into the distance, at first he didn't notice anything unusual, but soon, he squinted.

"Over there...... Something seems to be coming?"

Da said to himself as he saw a blurry black line moving in the distance.

Talai's eyes are not good, and he hurt his eyes when it snowed heavily, so he couldn't see things clearly.

He watched curiously, and waited for a while, and as the black line drew nearer, he finally saw clearly.

And then......

Dalai froze.

His mind went blank for a moment, and his body subconsciously trembled a little.

"That's ...... Sweepers?"

Dalai shuddered, he was a little frightened, because he felt that the rushing cavalry was murderous, but he still tried to calm down, thinking that maybe as before, those people were just here to roar, take some things and leave, at most to hand over a few people who had committed crimes.

Thinking about it like this, Dalai relaxed a lot, but he still thought about it in his heart.

"Or ...... Go tell the wolf's head?"

Dalai hesitated a little and turned around to look at the big tent in the tribe, but thinking of the tribal leader talking to the cultivators, and then thinking of the violent temper of those people, Dalai still gave up this idea.

He felt that the soldiers would arrive soon anyway, so it would be better to leave it to the other people in charge to deal with it.

Thinking about it, Dalai prepared to return.

But his dexterous ear heard something behind him, and just as he wanted to look back, he was suddenly pushed forward by a huge force!

Then a sharp pain struck!

Dalai was amazed to see a very thick and cold arrow burst out of his chest—apparently from behind, from the back, through his chest—and then, with his blood and anxiety, he continued to rush forward until it broke the tribal flagpole.

The moment before the darkness in front of him fell, he thought of the white air flow attached to the arrow feather just now, and he thought, this must have been shot by a cultivator.

......

As the flagpole fell, a few men wandering around the tribe looked curiously, and one walked over and lowered his head to pick up the iron arrow.

And then......

"Enemy!!"

An angry cry came from his mouth, and the whole tribe of the Sun Chase panicked, and the men on the parade shouted loudly, and at the same time looked around, and many men ran out of the tent, drawing the scimitars they carried with them as they ran.

The steppe people are no strangers to enemy visits.

Soon the warriors of the tribe rushed towards the hill where Dalai had fallen.

And this exclamation finally alarmed the largest tent in the tribe.

More than a dozen cultivators streamed out of the big tent, led by a fierce-looking tribal leader.

"What's going on?!"

His loud roar quickly quieted people down a little, but as soon as the silence came, the people were horrified to see a large number of Qiguo cavalry appear on that small hill.

There are not many of them, but they exude an incomparably fierce momentum.

Elite!

Hundreds of the most elite Northwest cavalry coldly looked down down on the hills.

And then......

Everyone bent their bows and arrows.

Death is raining down!