For countless years, the overlords of this boundless grassland have risen and fallen, died and prospered.

You sing and I appear, like an endless cycle.

No one knows where the next rising tribe existed.

It's like the current Karasumabu.

This originated in the northeastern border of Dayong, and originally belonged to an inconspicuous branch of the Dongban lineage.

In the 100 years since the new khan ascended to the throne, he swept through most of the Monan grasslands with a thunderous sweep.

Countless tribes living in this secluded northern grassland have either been wiped out and completely disappeared.

Either be conquered and succumb to the royal banner of the nine-headed demon bird of the Karasuma Division.

The Beggar Department is one of them.

I think that when the Karasuma tribe was just a small tribe struggling to survive on the grassland, the Qiyan tribe was already a big tribe with ten thousand horses.

It's a pity that under the sweep of the general trend, the former glory and glory are just a passing cloud.

Countless clansmen fell under the powerful forces of the Karasuma Division.

Countless cattle and sheep were taken away by the Karasumado and became their more powerful food.

Countless women have been snatched by the Karasumabe to give birth to and raise offspring for their warriors.

It's just that after shedding countless blood and breeding countless hatreds, the warriors of the Qiyan Department are still fighting for the king banner of the Karasuma Tribe.

Because that's the rule of survival on the prairie.

Under the oppression of absolute power, any hatred and anger is meaningless.

Unless you have the courage to face the blade head-on.

Or ready to choose to die.

If you can't, the only thing you can do is forget about it.

Forget the killings, the hatreds, the humiliations.

Consider the glory of your former enemies your own.

Regard the enemies of the former enemy as your own enemy.

Sometimes you have to be even braver than your former enemies.

And be loyal!

And against all odds!

This is known as the conversion effect.

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Beggar Department.

The young beggar Yan Hongye sullenly played with the horsewhip in his hand.

His eyes were bored and he looked at the people around him who were busy all the time.

Cattle and sheep are driven in herds.

The yellow grass was also harvested piece by piece.

It is said that this is in preparation for the heavy snow days that are to come.

However, these lowly labors are not necessary to beg for a long time.

Because he was not only the son of a patriarch, but also a noble samurai.

On weekdays, all he needs is to practice diligently, and that's enough.

The people of the tribe did not have the slightest opinion on this.

After all, everyone knows that only the warriors of the tribe can protect them from being bitten and devoured by the fierce beasts of the grassland.

It also ensures that the pastures they rely on for survival are not encroached upon by wolves from other tribes.

In addition, they can also use these cultivation to become powerful warriors to seize the pastures, goods, and even wives and daughters of other weak tribes!

Yes!

In this grassland, everyone is afraid of wolves, and everyone is the most ferocious wolf.

So whether it's to avoid being devoured by others, or if you want to devour others.

All of them will spare no effort to support the warriors of the clan to practice.

Others are like this, and so are the beggar departments.

Even this once 10,000-rider tribe can only barely scrape together more than 1,000 horses now.

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seemed to see the unhappiness of Qiyan Hongye, and a partner around him asked with a little worry.

"Young Patriarch, what's wrong?"

When Qiyan Hongye heard this, he clenched the horsewhip in his hand with some hatred.

"Abba has been recruited by the Khan to fight those southern dogs!"

"But why did he only take my brother and not me!"

The spirit of a young man is always haughty.

Qiyan Hongye couldn't accept that he was compared to his brother at all.

What's more, what a glorious thing it is to follow the great khan to fight those southern dogs!

If he could beg Yan Hongye to cut off the head of a Yong dog on the battlefield with his own hands and hang it on the side of the horse......

Begging Yan Hongye to think about it, he was a little enthusiastic.

And after Qi Yan Hongye said this, the partners on the side were also moved.

One by one, they showed a little resentment and unwillingness.

"Yes! So is my Abba! He took only his brother with him, but he left me at home! ”

"Obviously, my cultivation is even higher than my elder brother!"

"Not bad! I'm! If you take me, I will definitely be braver than my brother! Those cowardly southern dogs, I can kill one with one sword! ”

Everyone said a word, as if in their eyes, the Yong people living in the warm land of the south were like the pastures on the grassland.

As long as they bend down and reach out to cut it, they can harvest countless heads.

was clamored by all his partners, and Qi Yan Hongye became more and more irritable.

The whip in his hand was drawn to a slave who was about the same age as himself.

Seeing that the slave subconsciously threw aside the grass in his hand, he tried to curl up in a ball.

"You lowly dog slave! Dare to hide? ”

Feeling offended, he glared angrily.

The whip in his hand whipped down one after another.

"You know how to cut grass! Just know how to raise cattle and sheep! ”

"If you want cattle and sheep, just grab them!"

"You deserve to be a dog slave, you can only be a slave for the rest of your life!"

One whip, two whips......

Qiyan Hongye kept whipping, venting his emotions.

And the slave who was about his age was also stubborn, and only held his head and said a word from beginning to end.

There was no cry of plea for mercy.

On the contrary, when the young man of the begging department on the side saw this, he immediately burst into laughter.

"The young patriarch drew well! This kind of disobedient dog slave should be pumped hard! ”

"Haha, you see that this dog slave doesn't even bark, he must not be pumping hard enough!"

"Young Patriarch, take a break and let me come!"

As he spoke, the young man had a hideous face, and he was about to raise his whip and whip it.

It's just that at this moment, suddenly an elder in the clan said something.

"Stop!"

"This is the wealth of the tribe, and if you kill it, it will be the loss of the tribe!"

"How can you waste money like this?"

It's just that young people are like that.

The more the elders reprimanded, the more rebellious he became.

Qiyan Hongye, who was already angry, immediately glared at the old man of the clan after hearing this.

"What are you afraid of! It's just a! ”

"This time, my Abba followed the Khan south, and he will definitely be able to grab a lot of goods! When the time comes, such a dog slave will buy as much as he wants! ”

"What a shit, you old shit! Old cripple! He will only hide in the clan and live like an old dog guarding the house! ”

The old man of the clan is also considered an old man in the clan, although he joined the beggar tribe halfway.

But it can barely be called an elder in the clan.

At this time, he was scolded by Qiyan Hongye, and his face turned purple with anger.

But considering that he was the son of the patriarch, he wanted to educate him, but he hesitated after all.

It's just this hesitation, and a group of rabbit cubs led by Qiyan Hongye have already stepped on the war horses around them and ran away.

The old man of the clan looked at the young men of the clan who were whizzing away on the war horses, and was silent for a while.

Then he subconsciously looked down at his empty left arm.

This knife was cut by the Khan and his people back then.

But today's young people don't remember anymore.

It's okay if you don't remember......

The old man shrugged his one-armed shoulder, sighed, and turned into the yurt not far away.

Hey, when you're old, if you really don't work hard to maintain your cultivation.

I'm afraid I'm going to become an old waste.

However, while he was immersed in the practice, he didn't know how much time had passed.

Suddenly, there was a hurried sound of horses' hooves outside, and then several panicked voices with crying voices were heard.

"Clan Elder!"

Huo Ran, the clan elder who stayed behind in the Qiyan tribe, was startled and rushed out of the yurt in an instant.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the colorless teenagers riding on the horses, it was as if they were scared stupid.

It was one of them who had just run out with Qiyan Hongye.

Seeing that he didn't see the figure of Qiyan Hongye, a terrifying coercion broke out in an instant.

"Where's the young patriarch?!"

Several teenagers who were shocked by this huge coercion became more and more flustered.

His lips trembled, and his face turned pale.

"Less...... Young Patriarch ......"

One of the teenagers spoke incoherently, then seemed to wake up suddenly.

Tears streamed down.

"Clan Elder! Fast! Go and save the young patriarch! ”

"Nangou! It's a southern dog! Nangou is coming! They are dressed in black iron armor! They're coming! ”

No one can describe the horror and horror they felt at this moment.

When the torrent of black steel swept from the other end of the grassland.

It was only at that moment that they realized that they were so desperate to see and cut off their heads to boast of their exploits.

How terrible it is!

It's so scary that they can't even take care of their partners around them, almost instinctively, and they frantically slap their horses and run away!

All the courage and ambition disappeared in that moment.

There is only endless fear left!

Just like the 'good dragon', one day you can see the dragon hanging its head.

Abandon and go!

Lose its soul, five colors without an owner!

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