"Boom, boom." The sound of huge drums resounded across the open grassland, reaching into the sky, and Xianbei's three-year prayer meeting began.
When the bow and arrow are unsheathed, the horse neighs.
In an instant, a weaving frenzy arose on the desolate grassland.
The first round, horse racing.
The warriors selected by the seventeen tribes gathered in one place, drove their own BMWs, and crossed the Dianchi Mountain thirty miles away from the competition site. Whoever comes back first will be ranked first in the first round.
But then, there was a loud sound of gongs and drums, and hundreds of horses flew away from their strings like arrows, flying towards Dianchi Mountain.
The tens of thousands of people watching around immediately responded with excited roars.
The surging hooves of horses and the excited roars bring the prelude to the triennial prayer meeting of the seventeen tribes of Xianbei.
"Come, come, come, Prince Regent, drink." On the high platform, the leader of the Sanhe clan raised the sea bowl in his hand and toasted to Liuyue.
Liuyue lifted the bowl of sea in her hand and drank to the top.
"Prince Regent, come and have a bowl. You have had a hard time along the way." The leader of the Heli clan laughed and walked over.
"That's nonsense." Liu Yue smiled boldly.
"That's right, if you see outsiders, you'll be punished with a drink. You'll be punished with a drink."
Amid laughter, the seventeen clan chiefs took turns coming up to drink with Liu Yue. Liu Yue also accepted everyone who came, and accepted them one by one. In the past few months in the grassland, she had not mastered anything, and her drinking capacity was increasing day by day.
"Haha, I've heard about the regent Hailiang a long time ago, and today I saw that he is truly worthy of his reputation. It's refreshing." The Xiongkuo clan leader wiped the drink from his mouth and looked at Liu Yue with a smile on his face.
Liuyue smiled and said, "Drinking with a happy person will naturally make you happy."
As soon as he said these words, the seventeen clan chiefs of the Xianbei clan raised their heads and laughed at the same time. These words made them feel comfortable.
And during their round of drinking, the first round of horse racing had come to an end.
"Kuba, the dust particle warrior, wins."
A loud shout immediately caused tens of thousands of people around to shout wildly, and the noisy noise almost shook the sky here.