Riwobuji held Lexin's hand and burst into tears. He never thought that the two father and son would have such a day. Although the cold arrow failed to kill Lexin, the priest said that from now on
From now on, Lexin would never be able to ride a horse and shoot a bow again. Ever since Lexin was brought back, Riwobuki had been staying by the bed.
"Father, would you like to have something to eat?" Ke Muzhi came in with a plate containing Riwobuji's favorite steamed buns.
Riwobuji shook his head and stared at Lexin with both eyes: "Your eldest brother is a warrior of our tribe. How sad would he be if he knew that he can't ride a horse and shoot a bow in the future? Your eldest brother has been strong since he was a child and will not do anything.
Accept defeat, it’s all that damn Namtso, I’m going to dig out his heart and avenge your brother!”
"Father, only by eating enough and taking good care of yourself can you avenge your elder brother!"
Upon hearing this, Riwo Buji stood up slowly, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and turned back to look at Ke Muzhi: "Tell me, did I do something wrong this time? Shouldn't I let your second brother stay?"
"Father, you are right to do this, and it is all for our Yellow Sheep Tribe."
Riwo Buji nodded, grabbed the pancake and stuffed it with meat, and put it into his mouth one bite at a time: "Of the three brothers, you are the one who waits for me the most. When I die, I will let you be the leader. Remember to take good care of you."
Brother!"
"Father!"
"This matter is settled like this. This is a conversation between father and son. No one can tell it, including Zhenbo, do you understand?" Riwo Buji suddenly became energetic and swallowed the dough sandwich with big mouthfuls.
He ate two pieces of meat in just a few mouthfuls: "Has everyone else eaten? When we're full, let's go kill Namtso!"
Lexon was injured, and the vanguard force was almost wiped out. This was the result of the Alliance tribe in the first battle. The leader of the Horse tribe and others were elated. Defeating the Huangyang tribe was their dream idea. Ever since the Huangyang tribe obtained the support of Han merchants,
After the help, there is already a faint tendency to rise. No one wants to see such a thing.
The Xianling Qiang have been in a relatively stable period for decades. All tribes, big or small, can enjoy the grasslands left to them by their ancestors, graze their own livestock, and feed their own herdsmen. After the Han people came, this balance was broken.
In spring, the Yellow Sheep Tribe suffered the least losses, which meant that the Yellow Sheep Tribe had the strength to unify the grassland. As tribal leaders, no one wanted to see it.
Namtso fell into deep contemplation. Victory was not a good thing for him, and none of the soldiers who returned from victory admitted that the first arrow was shot by themselves, as if the arrow came from the sky. Such things made Namtso confused. He had already sniffed
Here comes the hidden flavor.
"Brother Namtso, don't be depressed. You are the happiest person on our grassland. Why are you not happy after winning the battle? Although the Yellow Sheep Tribe is powerful, there is nothing to fear. As long as we unite and carve up the Yellow Sheep Tribe together,
Just around the corner!”
"That is, when we win the battle, the grassland to the west of Eagle Lake will belong to me. I hope you won't snatch it from me."
"You think it's beautiful. It's the place with the richest water and plants in the entire Eagle Lake. What more do I want?"
Before the real battle started, these tribal leaders had already begun to discuss how to allocate the territory of the Yellow Sheep tribe. Namtso laughed: "Don't you think today's battle is a bit strange? Who shot and wounded without our orders?"
Kesen, I asked the returning soldiers, but no one admitted it."
"Don't care who it is? As long as you win! Come on, drink!"
Early the next morning, Riwo Buji led the warriors of the Huangyang tribe to appear on the battlefield. With yesterday's victory, none of the leaders of the alliance tribes were worried. Judging from the number of people, the alliance tribes gathered more than two thousand people this time.
There were a full 500 more people than the Yellow Sheep tribe. Lexen was a warrior of the Yellow Sheep tribe, and his injury was a huge blow to the Yellow Sheep tribe.
The soldiers and horses on both sides formed a formation, and the leader of the Horse Tribe laughed and said: "Look at the appearance of that old boy Riwobuji, how come he feels like he is about to die after not seeing him for a few days!"
"Hahaha, you are right, even if you don't die, you will die today!"
Riwo Buji had a dark face and rode majestically on his horse. He had not been on the battlefield for many years. His desire for blood and battle made the old man's lips dry: "Namtso, you despicable guy, I won't kill you this time.
I am not a descendant of the White Stone God."
Namco smiled and said: "Oh, Brother Riwobuji, you can't blame me for this. If you hadn't restricted our trade with the Han people, what happened now wouldn't have happened. I'm also very sorry for what happened to Nephew Lexen."
I sympathize, but you are the one who started the war. Who dies and who lives depends on the will of God Baishi. Mortals like you and me can only act according to the instructions of God Baishi."
"The White Stone God does not have such despicable descendants as you. From now on, I will not recognize you as a descendant of the White Stone God!"
"Whatever you say?" Namtso thought about it all night last night. Since there has been a stalemate with the Yellow Sheep tribe, a battle is inevitable. Only by completely defeating the Yellow Sheep tribe can the Yak tribe continue to survive on the grassland.
"Don't talk nonsense to this old boy! Kill him..."
I don't know which leader shouted, and the soldiers behind him rushed forward with strange screams, and the battle between the two parties began. The battle was cruel. Seeing the two groups of cavalry colliding quickly, many people fell in that instant.
After dismounting from the war horse, they were trampled to pieces by the galloping horses in an instant. The Qiang people's war was not fancy. They marched forward bravely with fierce force, waving the weapons in their hands and constantly slashing and killing.
More than three thousand cavalrymen fought on the open grassland, and the blood dyed the green grass red. The painful shouts made the blue sky eclipse. The people on both sides were killing each other heartily as soon as they came up. Ke Muzhi's cheeks were red and his breathing was rapid.
It was a war, a life-threatening war, the bloody war that the high priest said. Ke Muzhi understood that the grassland would no longer be peaceful and peaceful.
The old fox clicked his tongue and marveled: "This is cavalry fighting! In the past, when we met the Qiang people, we could only turn around and run away when we heard the sound of horse hooves. We have never seen so many cavalry. Today, the old man's eyes have been opened."
Su Kai stared closely at the battlefield, holding the bow and arrow in his hand, and he was looking for the target. He had no objection to shooting the soldiers. Only by wounding or killing their leader could the war further expand. Su Ren gave them the task
It is to disturb the grassland, the more chaotic the better.
"Look, that's the warrior of the Horse Tribe. If you kill him, the leader of the Horse Tribe will go crazy!" The old fox pointed at the most ferocious man on the battlefield. As soon as he finished speaking, Su Kai's arrow flew over without missing a beat.
Don't lean on the shoulder of the person in the middle.
"And the one with the hat, he is the young master of the Black Panther tribe. Kill him and make the leader of the Black Panther tribe crazy!"
Another arrow quickly passed through the crowd and shot into the throat of the Black Panther tribe master.
After killing several people in a row, the old fox turned over and lay down on the grass with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect your boy's archery skills to be so good. How about teaching these to my son?"
Su Kai put down his bow and arrow and rubbed his shoulders. Not that person could shoot a six-stone bow. The place where they were hiding was a hundred steps away from the battlefield. From such a long distance, it would take less than ten years for an arrow to hit.
You will never be able to do it if you practice hard.
Su Kai nodded: "Yes, as long as you marry your daughter to me, I will teach you!"
"You! Why do you still remember this?"
Su Kai said nothing, looked back at the battlefield, stood up and walked down the hillside. Namco, who was standing behind the formation, could clearly see the cold arrows that suddenly appeared on the battlefield. He had already sent people over here.
The old fox quickly got up and caught up with Su Kai: "Boy, let me tell you, don't try to trick my little daughter, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
Su Kai snorted coldly: "So what if you're welcome?"
"Uh!" The old fox was speechless for a moment. His fighting skills were not as good as Su Kai's, and his cruelty was even worse than Su Kai's. He couldn't even touch the side of this arrow. The old fox was helpless: "I'll tell you the truth, kid. I'm going to kill Yue."
If Qiu marries Mr., is it possible that you want to snatch a woman from Mr. Qiu?"
Su Kai was stunned and immediately stopped. This time, the old fox chuckled and said, "Young people should be wiser."
The two men got on their horses and hurriedly left the battlefield. They didn't care about the outcome of the battlefield at all. No matter which side lost, the seeds of hatred had been planted. From then on, the tranquility on the grassland was broken. All it took was time to burn the flames of war.
The whole grassland.
Meeting up with the corresponding troops, a group of people quickly returned to White Rock Canyon, just in time for lunch. The fragrant white rice, topped with broth, left a mouthful of fragrance. The old fox was in a good mood, and finally won the battle with Su Kai.
After a victory, he ate two more bowls of this meal.
Just as the second bowl started, Su Kai came from the mouth of the valley. As soon as they met, he said coldly: "I want to borrow someone to deliver a letter to Mr.!"
"Okay!" The old fox agreed without thinking, and turned around and shouted: "Black Dog, go back to Yuanshan and deliver a letter to the gentleman."
Su Kai took out a bamboo slip from his arms and handed it to the old fox. The old fox took it with one hand and glanced at it. Just this glance made him unable to swallow the fragrant rice in his mouth. Looking at Su Kai, he said in shock:
"You! Are you really planning to steal a woman from your husband?"
"No?"
The old fox was speechless and nodded heavily: "Okay, you have it! But I've said it before. My little daughter is the most beautiful beauty in Yuanshan. If the husband doesn't let you see her, don't regret it!"
Su Kai snorted coldly: "You don't have to worry about this matter, just deliver the letter!"
Looking at Su Kai's back, the old fox threw his job on the ground and roared at the man named Black Dog: "Why don't you go quickly and see what I'm going to do?"
The black dog lowered his head, took the bamboo slips from the old fox's hand, and turned around to find his horse. The old fox was still angry and shouted to Su Kai: "Boy, I have you! I want to see what you think about Mr.
How heavy!"
Su Kai didn't look back, just waved his hand, cool and calm. (To be continued)