A tragic surprise battle brought heavy trauma to the Cha'an tribe. More than 500 elite cavalry died tragically that night. The tribal leader Sukhbamon was unfortunately captured. Pao*Book* Bar (www.pao8.com Angry arrogance in the tribe
Spreading from top to bottom, excitement and unprecedented humiliation were stimulating their rationality. The four warriors Batu, Bayin Zhuo, Huda and Ulihan could not reach a unified opinion, resulting in internal strife in the tribe.
Once peaceful, now chaotic.
Bayar, the son of Sukhbamon, still has some prestige. After some hard work, with the assistance of the two warriors Bayinzhuo and Batu, he successfully persuaded Huda and Ulihan to temporarily take over as the leader. But within the tribe,
The situation was chaotic, the call for 'revenge' never ceased, and more than half of the tribesmen requested war. The look of expectation mixed with disappointment made Bayar, the new leader, extremely embarrassed.
What method can be used to eliminate this crisis? It's very simple, start a war! Declare war on the base! Only by giving the tribesmen a chance to vent and snatching back the captured Sukhba beast can this resentment be subsided.
But things are far from that simple. Bayar is not a reckless man. He knows that once he indulges this kind of anger, he will no longer be able to control the cavalry troops, and the disaster that awaits the tribe will be destruction.
As a last resort, Bayar, after several struggles, asked for help from the Laksh tribe, the first tribe of the 'Iron Cavalry Tribe'... for asylum!
Timur, who had already received the news, responded quickly and allowed the Chawan tribe to move towards the Laksh tribe, and made a promise to "help with revenge". After several efforts, the chaotic momentum of the Chawan tribe was finally controlled.
Under the leadership of Bayar, the tribe migrated as a whole and appeared in Laksh's pasture in five days.
The two tribes lived close to each other and settled down temporarily.
However...the restless mood has not yet completely settled, and a new shock strikes again.
On May 5th, the sky was clear, the grass was fertile, the white yurts were like pearls, and the herdsmen waved their whips to herd their sheep, peaceful and harmonious.
At noon, a group of cavalry rushed towards the camp where the Chawan tribe was located, breaking the tranquility.
"Who! Stop! Mongolian!" The inspection scouts on the periphery whipped and shouted, riding their horses to intercept.
All the cavalrymen raised their weapons, with sharp eyes and fierce expressions, they stopped the cavalry team forcefully.
There are only ten people in the team, they look rough and wild, and they wear numb and rough clothes. Except for one person who is slightly thin, the other nine people are tall and majestic. Their appearance and attire are roughly similar to those of the Mongolian tribesmen, slightly weaker than the five of them.
The vigilance of the tribe.
"Get out of the way, we have urgent information to report to leader Timur!" The strong man in front controlled the horse and roared angrily.
Speaking standard Mongolian! The eyes of the five scouts softened slightly, but...
"Timur? Are you from the Laksh tribe?"
"Who are you? I seem to have never seen you before."
"We're going in the wrong direction, this is the Cha'an tribe."
"Have you checked the tribe?" The strong man frowned hard and looked to the left in the distance, where there was a larger camp group.
"That's right, this is the Cha'an tribe."
"Let's go!" The strong man called to his subordinates, turned his horse's head and prepared to go around.
"Stop!!" The captain of the scout team suddenly slashed his sword and rode his horse to stop the strong men. His suspicious eyes turned on them and finally settled on three or four of them. The clothes of these people were torn in many places.
There were also obvious blood stains, as if they had experienced a battle. "What happened to them?"
The strong man looked back and said in a bad tone: "We don't need you to worry about our Laksha's affairs. Get out of here and delay the information. Who will bear the responsibility?! A bunch of lost dogs don't understand the rules!"
"How dare you say that again?!" The five scouts were furious and all raised their scimitars.
"What, fight? Just the five of you?" The strong man snorted coldly, with a cold look in his eyes. He tore open his clothes, revealing his exaggerated muscles that were as strong as iron. They were strong, slightly black, tall, and extremely...
A strong visual impact. The other nine people all showed disdainful sneers, and slowly drew out their scimitars. The movements were not fast, but they had a murderous aura.
A short man with cold eyes inside said coldly: "If we, Laksh, hadn't taken them in, the tribe you checked might have been slaughtered long ago, and there would still be free time to work here."
"How dare you say that again!" The scout captain's face was full of anger, and veins popped out in his arm holding the handle of the knife.
"What can I say again? A bereaved dog is a bereaved dog. It doesn't know how to be grateful, it only knows how to bark. With your kind of virtue, you also have a tiger as a totem, so you are not afraid of staining the souls of your ancestors." The strong man said.
Ridiculing, the ten-man team all sneered.
"Seeking death!!!" The scout team could no longer control it. They violently clamped the horse's belly and swung their scimitars to kill them. They were indeed living under someone else's roof, but as members of the Cha'an clan, their pride still flowed in their blood.
, how can you allow others to insult you wantonly.
"Wait." The scout captain still had some composure and quickly raised his hand to stop him.
Can……
"Bah!!" the strong man spat and sneered: "I stick out my neck, how dare you chop me?"
The scout captain frowned: "You are deliberately provoking!"
“So what if it is, so what if it’s not!”
"You're really tired of living!" Of course, the remaining concentration of the scout captain was gone. He galloped on his horse, whizzing and whirling his saber, and attacked the strong man. His figure seemed a little thin, but when he danced his saber, he had a lot of power.
The other four scouts did not hesitate and rushed forward at the same time.
"Go back and practice for a few years!!" The strong man swung his right arm fiercely, and the thick sword was struck in the air. It collided with force and rolled with force, forcefully knocking the scout captain away.
"I don't know what to do!!" The nine subordinates behind him immediately rode on their horses, kept accelerating, and faced the attack brazenly.
The same wildness, the same fierceness, the same wonderful equestrian skills. When the two sides actually encountered each other, the noisy roars suddenly stopped.
The nine cavalrymen had disdain on their faces and sneered again and again. The expressions and scimitars of the four scouts were all fixed there, because...their scimitars did not touch the opponent at all, but the opponent's scimitar was thrown in an arc like a juggling act.
on their throats.
"Go back and tell your leader that when you are a dog, you must have the consciousness of being a dog. You'd better be polite to us Lakshians when you see them in the future." The strong man snorted coldly and motioned to his subordinates to take away the machete.
"Too much bullying!" The eyes of the five scouts turned red. Before the scimitars could leave their necks, they shook their bodies violently, avoided the blade, and charged at them like crazy.
Mongolians are inherently fierce, and when provoked, they become even more fierce and fearless of death.
"Teach them a lesson!" The strong man frowned, as if he was really angry.
The nine subordinates were not polite and fought with them with their machetes. In fact, with the skills they had just shown, it was easy to defeat these five people. But when they started fighting again, it seemed like they were deliberately letting off steam, and it turned into
It was a melee, and... it seemed like... it was deliberately creating momentum!
Soon, the fighting here attracted the attention of the tribesmen in the distance, and they quickly ran towards here amid bursts of yelling and shouting.
"Let's go!!" A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the strong man's mouth, but he roared slightly anxiously. He clamped the horse's belly fiercely, turned the direction with the sword, and rushed towards the direction of the Laksh tribe in the distance.
The other nine cavalrymen were furious at the same time, trying to break out of the battle circle.
"Stop them!!" The five scouts suddenly became more aggressive as if they had been beaten to death. They became more and more courageous, and became more and more crazy as they fought. They stopped four of them forcefully, and only five of them were lucky enough to break free and chase the strong man.
'Escaped'.
"Stop!!" A loud roar suddenly sounded. Huoda stared at the blood-red eyes and galloped on his horse. He was the first to rush here. With the roar, he turned over and fell to the ground. He suddenly jumped up while running wildly, and rushed into the battle circle.
, the huge palm grabbed the thigh of a cavalryman on the spot.
He paused, suddenly exerted force, and with a roar, he flew up and viciously smashed into the crowd next to him.
Rude and barbaric, with shocking momentum, it gave both warring parties a considerable tremor.
"Get off here!!" Huda's voice was like a bell, his eyes were like copper bells, his face was ugly and scary, and he was over two meters tall, and when he got angry he was extremely scary.
The five scouts shrank their necks and trembled all over. Seeing a cat, they hurriedly fell off their horses. The cavalrymen also quickly got down, but instead of being respectful, they went to help the brother who was thrown out.
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