Every summer, violent storms visit Xunzhou. The winds were in shambles, houses were destroyed, trees were overturned, and countless people were killed and wounded.

The people who live here are resilient and rebuild their homes quickly every time the storm passes. Even, he had already explored the law of the coming wind and prepared in advance.

Although the annual wind and rain devastate this place, it also makes the trees here extraordinarily lush, the land extraordinarily fertile, and the nourishing people extraordinarily diligent.

Many old men would tell stories to the children, saying that the wind actually came from the horn of the god of war. They will tell the children how terrible the battle of the ancient gods was, how heroic their ancestors were, and how they were descendants of the god of war.

Chifenruo has eighty-one brothers, they are copper-headed and iron-armed, all brave and good at fighting, and the ox is their totem. They wore oxen helmets and trumpets to fight other tribes.

When eighty-one of them blew their horns at the same time, the enemy would be deafening, dizzy, and eventually unable to fight. If the horn of the god of war is blown, it can overturn the trees, and the earth will tremble.

The last time the god of war Chi Fenruo blew the horn of the god of war, it was when he fought against the god of the sea in the battle of the gods. When Chi Fenruo led his people out to sea in a warship to meet the sea god Atlanti, he never returned.

Some say he has conquered Atlanti, others say he has perished in the sea. It is also said that he is still fighting against the god of the sea, and the annual wind is proof of this, which is Chi Fenruo blowing his god of war horn.

June 18 is the day when the god of war blows the horn for the last time to meet the god of the sea, and on this day every year, people will slaughter cattle to worship the god of war. And such sacrifices are usually accompanied by grand bullfights.

The festival begins on June 15 and lasts for three days. People would drive their fat and strong cattle into the bullring, first with the bull fighting with the bull, then with the people, and finally with the bulls.

A barbarian who grew up listening to the story of the god of war, he is determined to be a warrior like the god of war. He took good care of his cattle, and raised them to be fat and strong, counting on them to show off in the bullring.

And the barbarian himself has practiced a good martial arts since he was a child, and he has long wanted to go to the altar and blow the horn of the god of war.

The God of War horn is not something that anyone can sound, at least no less than 300 people died because of blowing the God of War horn. Instead of blowing the horn of the god of war, they blew their lungs out.

At this point, the barbarian knows very well that if his lungs are not strong enough, he will not be able to blow the artifact that has existed for more than 9,000 years. Therefore, practicing breath-holding has become a must-do homework for him every day.

The bullring was surrounded by a sea of people, and the two cows in the arena were fighting in a hearty manner, and the onlookers cheered continuously. The brute squeezed into the crowd and found a great vantage point to watch the two cows fighting in the middle of the field.

The two cows, one black and one yellow, were very strong, with thick necks, limbs, and horns, which were symbols of strength. The two cows used all kinds of topping, bumping, and arching moves, regardless of victory or defeat. And in the end, these moves became fewer and fewer, and in the end, the two bulls put their heads together, and each kicked their feet to make more endurance than anyone.

Judging from the fact that each of them was panting, they all used all their strength to deal with their opponents. In the end, the scalper was defeated due to physical exhaustion and fled. The black bull, who has the upper hand, is chasing after him. In the end, eight strong men used ropes to stop the black bull and lead him out of the bullring.

One of the two new cows was yellow, and the other was red, and the owner of the red cow called it Hongmang.

The strong men led the two oxen into the arena respectively, and everyone was looking forward to what kind of fight would take place next. But before the strong men who had taken the morning glory left the field completely, the fight was over, and everyone was directly stunned.

It turned out that Hong Mang directly knocked over the other scalper and easily won the victory. The overturned cow could not even get up, and howled a few times in sorrow, and died with blood in its mouth and nose.

However, the victorious Hongmang stood there calmly, waiting for the applause of the people. When it saw the stunned people, it raised its head and howled, probably trying to say, "Where's the applause?" Of course, it got its wish and received bursts of applause.

Several heads were brought into the field one after another, but they were all killed by this red mang. The crowd of onlookers were all boiling for Hongmang. The barbarian looked at Hong Mang, and sighed secretly in his heart, "If this Hong Mang were my cow, how good it would be!"

Next, it was the turn of the brute cow to enter the field. He led his ox, and when he was about to enter the field, he whispered to his ox: "You can't beat it, it's always okay to run for your life!"

Sure enough, the brute cow had just been led into the field, and after taking a look at Hongmang, he fled with his tail cocked. This scene made the onlookers sigh for a while.

Someone shouted to the brute, "Hey, don't you see, brute, your cow is a coward, it ran away with its tail cocked!"

"What do you know?" replied with a smile, "Retreat is also a strategy. ”

"Hahahaha......" everyone burst into laughter.

The young warrior Uge said: "If this goes to war, it will be a deserter who is spurned." In the next jousting tournament, you shouldn't be a deserter like your cow!"

"Don't worry, I promise not to make you the only one to be flattened. The brute replied.

On the way to the martial arts school, the barbarian found the owner of Hongmang, who was an old man over half a hundred years old.

The barbarian said to the old man: "Uncle, when I win the first place in the martial arts competition, and then win your red mang, it is mine, don't you feel distressed?"

"Hahahaha!" the old man laughed, "as long as you have that ability, the old man is not distressed." I'm afraid that even if you are lucky enough to win the first place in the martial arts competition, you will eventually lose to Hong Mang, and lose to me a cow who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"This, don't worry about it, as long as the uncle is willing to gamble and lose. ”

"I can't afford to lose! I've already won a few cows anyway!"

"But you're a dead cow!" the brute emphasized.

"What's that, I don't dislike your greedy cow for life and afraid of death!"

"Well, since the old man is so confident, then, you are reckless...... You don't need to be polite!"

"It's still the same sentence, as long as you kid has that ability, I can afford to lose this red man!"

"Got it!"

There were many young warriors gathered in the arena, and they fought one after another. After several rounds of elimination, only Uge and Barbarian were left to compete for the final championship.

After a few moves with his bare hands, Uge chose a long-pole broadsword, while the brute chose a giant axe. The two fought for dozens of rounds without deciding the winner, but the more brave the brute finally prevailed. In the end, Uge admitted defeat due to physical exhaustion, and the brute won the championship.

The festival is the most solemn on June 18, when the leaders of more than 80 clans and tribes gather to worship their ancestors.

In the morning, the bullfighting competition was held by the previous winners, as a way to carry forward the tradition of the god of war. Although the brute won the tournament, this red-haired bull named Hongmang is by no means good at stubble, and if he is not careful, he is likely to give his life to the bullfight.

In the past, at bullfighting conferences, I don't know how many warriors were killed. And today, the twenty-two-year-old brute is standing on the field of a bullfighting meeting for the first time.

The fear of unknown life and death gripped him, and he himself was not sure whether he would leave standing or lying down. But now, in order to prove himself, in order to become a hero of his people, he has no choice.

In order to strengthen his courage, he also drank a bowl of wine. The brute took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and he could even smell the wine. He walked up to the stage with a red cloth and pretended to be calm, and the onlookers cheered.

A fat and strong cow weighs at least more than 1,500 catties. And the impact of Hongmang can make a cow weighing more than 1,500 catties roll a few times and die on the spot. Then the impact force of Hongmang has at least doubled, and it must be more than 3,000 catties.

Although the barbarian is also strong, he is a strong man weighing more than 160 pounds. But if you want to subdue Hong Mang, the disparity in strength is too great. Therefore, it is definitely not possible to hit it hard, you have to use ingenuity.

As the most bullish in the fight, Hong Mang, didn't need the red cloth to provoke anger, so he ran into the brute. The onlookers all pinched a cold sweat for the brute, but fortunately, the agile brute dodged the impact of the red mang.

He threw away the red cloth and was preoccupied with the new offensive of the red man. And the red mang's eyes were round, and after his right front hoof slashed the ground a few times, he flicked his tail and slammed into the brute.

This time, the brute was very agile and grabbed the horns of Red Mang and tried to press the bull's head to the ground, but was violently overturned by Red Mang. But Hong Mang rushed towards the brute at high speed, and the onlookers exclaimed that it was not good.

Just when Hong Mang tilted his head to make up for it with his horns, the brute turned over and grabbed the lower left corner of Hong Mang, and with the help of Hong Mang's own impact force, he knocked Hong Mang to the ground.

The crowd cheered in unison.

Hong Mang's fall was not light, and he directly fell and Hong Mang screamed a few times, and the dust on the ground was fluttered.

Before Hong Mang could get up, the brute rode on the back of the ox with a flutter, grabbed a pair of horns and didn't let go. His legs clamped tightly around Hong Mang, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. In this way, Hong Mang ran more than a dozen laps around the bullring with the brute before stopping.

According to traditional customs, bullfighters kill cattle and sacrifice their blood to the god of war. If it is the matador who dies, then the blood of the sacrifice to the god of war is the matador's. But this time, the brute didn't want to kill Hongmang, he wanted it to live.

He had already made a decision to sacrifice to the god of war with his own blood. Of course, he just had the utensils fetched and made a cut in his palm with a knife to bleed. And the last time they did this, it was their ancestor God of War Chi Fenruo.

Many people don't understand the purpose of the barbarian man's this, but the purpose of the barbarian is very simple, he wants to unify the various tribes of Chifenruo and become the king of Chifenruo.

However, the leaders of the tribes are by no means good at stubble, and if he wants to convince the leaders of the tribes, he has to come up with something that convinces others.

Letting go of one's own blood and sparing the life of Hongreng is only part of the plan, and then blowing the God of War in front of the major leaders is the real purpose.

How many people who won the victory of the jousting tournament and the bullfighting tournament died at the point of blowing the horn of the god of war when it came time to worship the god of war. As long as the barbarian can blow the horn of the god of war, many people are willing to believe that he is the bloodline of the god of war. There will be many warriors who will be willing to follow him, and this is the best shortcut to convince others.

For thousands of years, Chifenruo people have lived in the southeast corner and have always been suppressed by the Central Plains Dynasty. The reason why the Chifenruo people cannot dominate the world is that the major tribes have never been able to unify together. But for trivial things, the ministries have earned their heads and blood.

The reason why the people of Setig were able to drive from the barren snow-capped mountains of the Western Regions to the central part of Duzhou was that a hero appeared more than ten years ago to unify the Setig tribes.

For example, the pattern has changed today, as long as someone unifies the Chifenruo tribes, they can compete for world dominance like the Setig people. And the barbarian wants to be a hero like the White Tiger King Setig.

The boulder altar is pyramid-shaped, and the horn of the god of war is erected directly south of the altar. If you want to blow the horn of the god of war, you have to climb the steps on both sides of the horn of the god of war to the altar.

As for climbing the steps, the brute is already familiar with the road. In private, he has simulated it many times. Standing on the altar and looking down on everyone, it really feels like a king over the world.

After three kowtows in front of the statue of the god of war, the barbarian turned around and prepared to blow the horn of the god of war. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and grasped the horn of the god of war without hesitation.

Everyone looked at the brute as if they were holding their breath, and they all wanted to look forward to seeing what it was like for the brute to blow up his lungs and die.

I'm afraid I'm going to let you down!" The brute smiled slightly, and decisively blew the horn of the god of war. He blew it down, and although the sound of the god of war's horn was like a muffled fart, it was still blown.

To everyone's surprise, the brute was still standing there intact. And the brute felt that his eyes were black, and his feet were light and his head was a little fluttering.

The bite just now was just a test of the weight, and then he had to catch his breath for a while to accumulate some energy, ready to do it again.

This time, he held his breath. He believed that he would not blow a single fut like he had just done just now, and this time it would at least be a loud fart.

This time, he really blew it, and it was still a deafening one. All of them looked at the brute in shock, and they couldn't believe that he had sounded the horn of the god of war.

I don't know how many years have passed, and Chi Fenruo has finally produced a warrior who can blow the horn of the god of war.

It's just that after the barbarian finished blowing the horn of the god of war, the people were paralyzed. Even the lower altar was carried down by four strong men.