The strong smell of blood almost rose to the sky.

Looking at the campsite littered with corpses.

Everyone led by Battle was dumbfounded.

The scene before them had a huge impact on them.

This was so harsh that they actually didn't know what to do.

When Barter turned over and dismounted, his feet were unsteady and he almost fell to the ground.

This is true for a native of Cao who grew up on a horse.

It's really incredible.

Falling off your horse?

Normally, if something like this happened, it would definitely attract a lot of ridicule from people.

This kind of thing should never happen to a prairie man.

However, at this moment, no one felt that way.

"Abba, Abba!"

With a panic-stricken look on his face, Battle shouted and rushed into the camp where corpses were strewn all over the place.

Corpses, corpses everywhere!

Looking at those very familiar faces.

At this time, Battelle was undoubtedly suffering in his heart.

Until the body that fell in the snow and was almost covered by the snow came into his eyes...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Holding his father's body in his arms, Battelle was on the verge of madness...

"Who is it? Who did it?!"

His father, who had been his spiritual support, turned into a cold corpse at this moment.

At this time, Battelle's heart was undoubtedly broken.

"If I had been in the camp at that time, Abba, Abba wouldn't have..."

Various thoughts kept flashing through his mind, and Battelle finally fell into deep regret.

He regretted that he should not have personally led his troops to rob the grain.

I regret why I didn’t stay in the tribal camp!

Strong and complex emotions kept flooding into his heart, impacting his consciousness and making his whole body miserable.

The wind and snow between the sky and the earth are still there, constantly sweeping across this grassland stained with blood.

And somewhere on this grassland, in the camp of the leader of the Sunit tribe.

Listen to the reports from the tribe subordinates.

Abcha smashed the bowl of kumiss in his hand to pieces on the spot.

"Sand? You told me that after a long day of plundering, more than two hundred horses and horses were killed. In the end, what the Central Plains people were transporting was not grain, but sand?!"

At this moment, Abucha's expression was simply ugly and scary.

After a moment of uncertainty in his expression, he stood up straight away...

"Assemble my troops and settle the score with that old fox Bileg!!"

The information on the Central Plains people's food transport team was provided by Bileg.

The plan to join forces to rob the grain was also proposed by Bileg.

Now that he hasn't grabbed half a grain of food, the men and horses sent by his Sunit tribe have suffered a lot of losses.

If Bilegna, the old fox, doesn't give him an explanation.

Then this matter is obviously not over!

Abucha was definitely not the only tribal leader who went berserk after hearing the news.

However, Abucha is definitely the one with the most grumpy temper.

But who is the calmest?

That is probably Siqin from the Chaerhan tribe...

Siqin raised his eyes slightly when he felt the tent curtain being lifted.

Looking at the person who walked in, he spoke softly...

"Thank you for your hard work this time."

"The leader doesn't need to be like this."

While talking, the man who walked in touched his left eye.

"Back then, I was blinded by an arrow from Burigude and escaped with serious injuries. If the leader hadn't saved me, I, Buhe, would have died long ago."

That's right, the man standing in Siqin's camp at this time was the one-eyed dragon Buhe who had just led thousands of troops to annihilate the Hanar tribe!

Siqin chuckled softly after hearing this.

Then he raised his hand and motioned Bu He to sit aside.

"Over the years, you have been gathering people and horses for me as a horse thief on the outskirts of the prairie. You have worked hard for me. However, you were too impulsive in what happened before. Even if there is insufficient food, you should talk to me first.

discuss."

Regarding this, the one-eyed dragon Buhe also showed a trace of shame on his face.

"What the leader said is that I was impulsive at the time. As a result, I didn't get much food. I even let so many brothers go in for nothing. Please punish me, leader!"

"alright."

Si Qin waved his hand calmly.

"As long as you know where you went wrong, let it go in the past. Can you get things done this time?"

"Chief, please don't worry. I called people back and forth to confirm twice, and there are absolutely no flaws left!"

"Um."

After hearing this, Siqin nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, the one-eyed dragon Buhe spoke again...

"It's just that there's one thing I don't quite understand. Didn't it say that we were going to deal with another tribe with fewer people at the beginning? Why was it temporarily changed to attack the Hanar tribe?"

"The Hanar tribe left a lot of men and horses behind. In this wave, we lost a lot of men and horses."

Faced with this problem, Siqin glanced at the one-eyed dragon Buhe lightly, and then spoke slowly...

"Suddenly I feel that the Hanar tribe is more suitable."

Having said this, Si Qin's face showed a hint of meaning.

Yes, the Hanar tribe is more suitable.

That old fox in Bileg is too shrewd, so it would be safer to let him die as soon as possible.

For this reason, he didn't mind paying a few more men and horses as a price.

Just when Si Qin thought so.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the camp...

"Chief, Bazar is back."

"Tell him to come in."

Before he could change out of the blood-stained animal skin clothes, Bazar walked directly into Si Qin's camp.

Looking at the one-eyed dragon Buhe sitting below, he had a calm look on his face, obviously he had known about the other person's existence for a long time.

After a simple nod, Bazar's eyes fell on Si Qin, with obvious reverence in his eyes.

"Chief, that food transport team was indeed a trap for the Central Plains people. You are really amazing!"

Facing the compliment from his subordinate, Si Qin smiled and shook his head.

Then he slowly wiped the bronze sword in his hand that should not have appeared in the grassland.

"There is nothing magical. If you want to defeat an enemy, you must first understand him."

While speaking, Si Qin couldn't help but squint his eyes as he looked at the shimmering blade of the bronze sword in his hand...

"Those idiots don't even know what they are facing, so how can they have any chance of winning?"

At this point, Si Qin's voice paused.

He sheathed the sword and put the bronze sword aside.
To be continued...