After one round of rushing into the camp of the Tuhote tribe, and then fighting the other party in a decent way, Durid hurriedly gave a signal to retreat.

A team of people comes and goes quickly.

Enraged, the Tuhott tribesmen chased after them for a while, and after confirming that they could not catch up with each other, they returned to the tribal camp.

As it happened, as they retreated to the camp, the men and horses who had rushed to the Arata tribe with Ohana fled in disarray.

When they went, there were 300 men, but only six or seven of them came back alive.

"What's the matter, how could you be hurt like this! What about the chieftain and the others? ”

"It's the Shinar ...... of the Aratha tribe"

The voice of the steppe man, who was seriously injured, was a little weak, and the wind and snow were blowing incessantly, making it extremely difficult for the others to listen.

"It's Shinar of the Aratha tribe, he... He killed the chief..."

Everyone who finally heard this sentence clearly was struck by lightning on the spot, and they all froze in place, their faces full of disbelief.

Didn't the leader look like he was going to settle accounts with the Arat tribe, and why did he die at the hands of Shinar in the end?

When the news spread among the tribe, a whole camp exploded, some people were sad and angry, and at the same time some people felt disbelief.

"Are the people of the Arata tribe crazy?"

"Actually killed the leader, did they want to start a war with our Tuhote tribe?"

"In this way, the group that attacked our tribal camp just before may be from the Arata tribe!"

"It must be so! While killing the leader, they directly sent people to attack our tribal camp, just to kill us all in one go! ”

As he spoke, the people of the Tuhote tribe became agitated.

"Revenge, kill all the people of the Arata tribe to avenge the leader!!"

"Yes, kill and get revenge!"

"The warriors of the Tuhote tribe have no bad seeds!"

This time, even Schwagka didn't expect that the Tuhote tribe would gather their forces to kill the camp of the Arata tribe so quickly, and before it got dark, he was stunned and fought with the men and horses under the command of Shinal.

In this way, the blood feud between the two tribes can be regarded as concluded.

Even if the misunderstanding is cleared up later, it will not help.

When he heard the news, Schwaka was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Ohana now has only one son, and it stands to reason that this son should inherit the position of head of the Tuhote tribe after his death, but the problem is that his son is now less than ten years old.

Not to mention how many people in the tribe obey him, it is a question whether he can live to adulthood and not die young.

In this way, the most direct heir becomes the direct brother of Ohana.

However, because of the presence of Ohana's son, only the one who killed Shinar could rightfully become the new leader of the Tuhott tribe.

Even the previous great war between the Tuhote tribe and the Arata tribe was also fueled by them.

Three days later, the leaders of all the tribes received the news, and one by one they all fell into a state of confusion.

Ohana is dead?

Shinar killed?

The Aratha tribe was slaughtered?

Arat is also dead?

Did the people of the Tuhote tribe do it?

The leaders of the two major tribes, who had not had time to ask Arat for an explanation because of the loss of the grain robbery, had their brains directly turned into a mess at this time.

What is this, why is it so messy?

So, what are the two gangs of the Arata tribe and the Tuhote tribe fighting for?

For a moment, except for the Shiwaka tribe of the Morhan tribe, the remaining three tribal leaders didn't know what to do.

Looking at the letters for help sent by the Arata tribe and the Tuhote tribe respectively, the three of them were all a little dumbfounded.

It can be said that the situation in the steppe has been disturbed by Schvaka.

On the other side, at this time, Schwaka looked at the two letters for help at the end, and he called a playful smile.

"Chief, what shall we do now?"

Inside the tent, Natulu and Duzhd stood in front of Schwaka with respectful faces.

Schwaka directly threw the two letters asking for help into the fire beside him, and then said in a flat tone: "Do what you have to do." ”

Heavy snow fell on the grassland again, and the people of the major tribes were too busy to take care of themselves, who had time to care about the affairs of the Arata tribe and the Tuhote tribe?

At this time, don't do anything, guard your own tribal camp, do what you need to do is the best policy, and whoever does something will look dazzling.

However, Schwagka wants to stay in his duty, but someone doesn't want him to be safe.

"Chief, Shinar of the Aratha tribe came to the outside of our camp with his men and horses, saying that he wanted to see you."

On the morning of the day after Schwagka received the letter for help, Shinard asked to see him.

Schwaka's brows furrowed, he didn't pay attention to the letter asking for help, and now the other party actually took the initiative to come to the door.

He could probably think of the purpose of Shinal's trip, which was nothing more than two, either to ask for help or to ask for food.

Among the original six tribes, the Morhan tribe was the weakest, and the other tribes were hardened, and there was nothing to talk about at all.

Shinar should have thought that maybe he could talk to the Morhan tribe.

Unfortunately, Schwagka does not intend to agree to either of them.

However, people still have to see each other.

After all, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and although there are only hundreds of people and horses under the command of Shinar left in the Aratha tribe today, it is also a big threat when they are gathered together.

What's worse is that after the tribesmen were slaughtered, Shinar is now completely on the verge of becoming a mad dog.

If he doesn't see a direct refusal, maybe Shinar will lead his men and horses to fight directly.

"Those cattle, sheep and horses, are they all settled?" Schwaka asked, looking at Durid on the side.

"Rest assured, chief, everything is settled."

"That's good."

Hearing an affirmative reply, Schwaka nodded with satisfaction at first, and then said, "Just in case, Duride, you should avoid it for a while." ”

"Yes."

After watching Durid retreat, Schwakaka turned his head to Naturu on the side.

"Then Tulu, you go and bring people over, be careful, don't let the other party notice anything."

Naturu replied and walked out quickly.

Outside the camp of the Morhan tribe, two groups of men and horses faced each other from afar.

Although he was not here to fight, due to various considerations, it was impossible for Shinar to come alone, led by him and his uncle Amossi, followed by three hundred centaurs, while the rest of the men waited farther away.

But on the other hand, it is obviously impossible for the people of the Morhan tribe to let these three hundred people go unattended, so the current situation of confrontation has been formed.

Natulu rode out of his own men and horses, and as the first warrior of the Morhan tribe, Shinar naturally recognized him.

Knowing that the other party had something to say, after signaling the people behind him to stay in place, Shinar himself rode forward, and a trace of hesitation flashed in Amosi's eyes, but in the end he followed with a little unease.

After the two sides converged, Naturu glanced at Amosi, but he didn't pay much attention, and his gaze quickly fell on Shinal.

I heard him say in a loud voice: "Our leader has promised to see you, the others stay outside, and you come in with me." ”

Hearing this, Amosi suddenly felt anxious, and hurriedly pulled Shinar back, and then shook his head at him.

"It's too dangerous for you to go in alone."

As he spoke, Amosi shouted at Naturu, "Shinar is the new leader of our Aratha tribe, so he should be able to bring a team of men!" ”

For this, Amosi said coldly: "Love to enter or not, our leader has nothing to look for you, if you don't enter, leave as soon as possible, don't wander outside the camp of our Morhan tribe, this is on our land!" ”

Natulu's answer immediately made Amosi stunned in place, because the other party was right, and now they had a request and took the initiative to come to the door.

Just as Amothy hesitated, Shinar reached out and patted him on the shoulder, reassuring, "Don't worry, Uncle Amoxi, I'll be fine." ”

After saying that, Shinar said to Naturu, "Lead the way!" ”

This courage made Naturugao take a look, and he led Shinar all the way towards the chief's camp, and along the way, Shinar did not have any chance, and looked around the camp of the Morhan tribe.

In this regard, Na Tulu is also calm, the things that should be dealt with have been dealt with, and the other party will definitely not see any clues.

"Chief, Shinar of the Arata tribe has arrived."

"Come in."

Shinar then walked into the tent of the leader of Swagka.

"Sit."

Looking at Shinard who walked in, Schwagka raised his hand, motioned for the other party to sit down, and poured him a bowl of mare's milk wine.

"Now that my Morhan tribe has limited food, I can only use this to entertain you."

Hearing this, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across Shinal's face.

Schwagka and Shinal are actually the same generation, but looking at the present, the situation of the two sides is very different.

Although after Swagka inherited the position of the leader of Morhan, he was divided by the people of the other five tribes with a lot of pastures, cattle and sheep, but compared with Shinar, the situation is not much better.

The Arata tribe now doesn't even have a camp or cattle and sheep, and if he lets Shinar charge, he's good at it, but when it comes to being the leader, Shinar is too far behind.

Originally, he had come to borrow food, but after being blocked by Schwaga's words, he suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Seeing Shinal's expression in his eyes, Schwagka laughed secretly in his heart, the other party didn't know how to speak, and he didn't want to rub it with him anymore, so as not to have any more variables.

After drinking two sips of mare's milk wine, I saw Schwagka speak unhurriedly: "I don't know what happened to Chief Shinar, who came here this time?" ”

"This, this ......"

A trace of hesitation flashed on Shinal's face, and after some entanglement in his heart, he finally stubbornly spoke: "Chief Schwaga, I came here this time to borrow some food from you. ”

Today's Arata tribe, what is most lacking is definitely not people and horses, but food, and hundreds of mouths are waiting to eat.

Hearing this, Schwaga's face suddenly showed embarrassment.

"Leader Shinar, this is a problem for me, now that many people in our tribe are hungry, and seeing that it is snowing heavily, they really can't lend you extra food to the Arata tribe. The other three tribes have far more cattle and sheep than our tribe, so the leader of Shinar might as well go and ask them. ”

Shinal's face was obviously not as thick as that of his father Alata, and a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face after hearing Schwaka's words.

"In that case, then I won't stop for more."

With that, Shinal got up and left.

Schwagka was disdainful and demanding, but he couldn't pull his face, and this Shinar was obviously spoiled by the old fox of Billeg.

Unexpectedly, after taking two steps, Shinar suddenly said, as if he remembered something, "Oh yes, Chief Schwaka, when you robbed the grain before, it seems that the men and horses of your Morhan tribe withdrew earlier than anyone else. ”