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The northwest grassland is vast and sparsely populated, and she sees one yurt after another in the distance, and she feels desolate.

The cold wind was howling, but her silver-white hair had been stained with blood and no longer moved.

It is the home of the Kazakhs, who were born in the steppe, buried in the steppe, and migrated with cattle and sheep...... Live a life of freedom and ease.

The January cold spell was just after the ice sheet was not formed.

The water and grass are still abundant here, the strong wind has suppressed the green grass, and the cattle and sheep are singing in a low voice.

Qiu Rong could see it.

This monotonous and beautiful, majestic but unremarkable prairie has left an indelible impression on her.

The cold wind drove the horses forward.

When the cage fell from the carriage, she was dying.

Thousands of ethnic Kazakhs came out of the yurts, men, women, old men and children.

They all stared at her with a strange, angry look.

It's like burning.

A red-hot soldering iron burns every inch of the skin.

She was expressionless.

She really deserved to be scolded and even hanged.

War, however noble the reason, also represents death, and in the eyes of the Kazakhs, she is just a thug who slaughters her countrymen.

She still has the blood of ethnic Kazakhs on her body, and those who were brutally killed are still vivid.

The little master took out a short knife, and the tip of the knife pierced into her flesh, but it seemed to be stabbing a dead thing, and did not move.

Her eyes were still blinking, and she didn't say a word when she was treated so cruelly.

The wind blew through the grassland, and thousands of people were waiting for the next move of the little master, and they hoped that the knife would fall again, that hope would fall on her eyes, her heart, her spleen, her lungs...... Every piece of her flesh deserves to be punished.

The little master understood the wishes of these people very well, and he reprimanded his attendants, "How many brothers have we died since the Han invaded?"

The attendant said: "Back to the master, there are more than three hundred in total." ”

The little master put a knife against Qiu Rong's throat, cut her chest all the way, and cut the thick armor. He couldn't help but pause, how could there be such a soft skin hidden under this disguise?Her chest was warm and inviting......

It's a pity, it's a pity.

The little master said: "How many people die, how many knives are cut on you, what do you think?"

Qiu Rong sneered.

She smiled so freely that the little master was furious, and he had only intended to frighten her, watching her beg for mercy like a dog...... But now, he suddenly wanted to kill her again.

But he saw Hanyu.

Hanyu was like a wolf, ghostly, but he always stared at the little master's hand, and if the knife stabbed him, he would pounce like a wolf to stop it.

The little master took a deep breath, he was indeed too hasty.

But Qiu Rong had to die!

He had already made up his mind to kill, even if Hanyu jumped out again, he would even kill Hanyu! At this moment, a powerful voice of vicissitudes came from afar, just like the law of the prairie, making the little master's knife brake in mid-air.

- "Stop. ”

Who can ignore the orders of the chief? The patriarch of the Kazakh people, also known as the chieftain, is like the leader of a wolf pack leading an entire tribe.

The vast and majestic prairie is indispensable for the strong who conquer it.

When the head man was young, he fought in all directions, dared to form an alliance with the public riding the moon, and wiped out the three extremely powerful tribes of the year, so that this steppe belonged to the Kazakh tribe for a long time. He still remembered that the general had the pride of looking down on the world, and he also had a surprising and peerless handsome face.

At that time, they fought together in the bloody grassland, and which enemy was fearless? Which pack of wild wolves did not flee when they saw it?

I vaguely remember that the general was a young man, but his hair was like snow, exactly like her.

The head man was old, his legs were lame, and he limped on ebony crutches.

He could have called for help.

But his arrogance and temper still support his dignity as a Kazakh fighter.

As he went, the cows and horses neighed long, and thousands of pairs of eyes stared at him with reverence.

He's a moon man.

The moon is higher than the sky, and the freedom is greater.

The moon race man walked to the cage, and he had already snatched the little master's knife. The little master's name is Moon Cry Frost Man, and he is the only son of the head man now. There were also two eldest sons, who had died in the roar of the artillery.

Yuesairen didn't shed tears, he looked at the people in the cage, Qiu Rong was covered with injuries and blood in his abdomen, but his eyes were blazing and his will was still there, especially the silver-white hair, even if it was stained with blood, it was still so beautiful and moving.

Yuesai said: "You really remind me of a Han person. ”

Qiu Rong said: "But the Han man is long gone, he is him, and I am me." ”

Yuesai said: "Yes, if you kill my clan and occupy my grassland, you should have been killed by my son a long time ago." ”

Moon Cry Frost was full of joy, and he had already taken out his second knife.

Yuesai said: "But we can't kill you." ”

The moon is full of frost and very disappointed.

Yuesairen continued: "As the main general, as long as we imprison you here, we can blackmail your affectionate soldiers in exchange for safety for the time being. ”

Qiu Rong smiled and said, "You old man is still a bit brainy, but your son only has muscles, and it is difficult to become a big weapon." ”

Yue Qishuang was full of resentment in his heart, but he didn't kill her again, if he was really so persistent and stupid, could he still become the next leader? At least he was ambitious, how could he, who had been raised as the son of the head man since he was a child, suffer any setbacks? Becoming the next head man has become the only purpose of Yue Qishuangman's survival.

Yuesai said: "Indeed, I don't plan to hand over the next head to my son. ”

Yue Qishuang's eyes widened, and she said in surprise, "Father!" Everyone was stunned, and after a moment of silence, they began to whisper, and the sighing voice quickly spread throughout the station.

The son of the head man is the head man, and the tradition of hereditary system has continued for centuries, as it has always been.

But the people of the moon race said such things in front of everyone!

It is clear that he has seen through the recklessness of the moon and frost, and it is impossible for a reckless person to lead the tribe to resist foreign enemies, and it will even cause the consequences of total annihilation.

Yuesairen's eyes were red, and he said with tears in his eyes: "My son, you are a brave warrior, but you cannot lead the people. ”

Moon Frost Man had already left angrily, his face flushed, and he didn't drop a word.

There was a lot of talking.

If even the son of the head man is not competent, then who is qualified to be the head man?

It was here that the people of the moon race made an amazing decision.

"I declare that tomorrow I will start the test, all adult Kazakhs can participate in the elections, and the one who will win will be the leader. ”

This aging tradition is long overdue for a change.

The law of the jungle is the rule of the savannah. If the people of the moon race don't make such a decision, sooner or later someone will stand up.

This is fair to the whole tribe, but it is too unfair to his son.

Night.

The people in the station were talking, the old woman milking the cows, the children weaving straw ropes were all excited and talking, and the men were all gearing up to eat and drink. Everyone has the opportunity to become a head man, and the head man symbolizes the right to take the most beautiful woman, eat the best meat, and live in the tallest yurt, which is what everyone dreams of.

Only Hanyu was so silent.

He was like a wolf in the night, alone.