When Borjijit Abdulzi, who was granted the title of King of Darhan by the old Jiannu, returned to his Durbert tribe before sunset, the only things that caught his eye were corpses, including cattle and sheep, as well as tribe members.

In the entire tribe, tents, carts, and flags were all tilted, and from time to time, flames burst out. There were corpses of tribesmen, large or small, on the ground, including those young children who were not as tall as the wheels.

The crows that were hovering in the sky were roaring out the crows. They wanted to come down to peck at food, but they were afraid of the fire on the ground and the long-lasting temperature.

Seeing this tragic situation, Abdul Qi felt a cold air rushing straight from the soles of his feet, and the blue veins on his forehead began to pound. His clenched fists, his nails had already pierced into the flesh, and blood dripped from the cracks of his fists to the grass under his feet. However, Abdul Qi seemed to have not realized it.

At this time, Abdul Qi hated why he had to take most of the cavalry in the tribe to Obataiji to discuss the destruction of attacking the Xibe tribe. Even if he left his best son Se, left behind in the tribe, was stunned and left behind, plus more than 2,000 cavalry, the Dulbert tribe would not have been erased so easily.

Abdul Qi was stunned and annoyed. The two thousand cavalry who returned from Korqin Aoba with Abdul Qi were already so angry that their eyes were red. They shouted out in unison, shouting to chase the murderer and avenge the tribe's bloody hatred.

Abdu Qi, who was awakened by the shouts of his cavalry, calmed down, turned around and looked at Selang and the cavalry behind him and said, "No matter who it is, I will definitely not spare them if I dare to take such a ruthless move."

After shaking his body steadily, Abdulqi stared at the secluded and said, "My son, I order you to take a team of 100 people to pursue the traces of the enemy. We must avenge the dead tribe members!"

Selang, who was also stimulated by his tribe, was almost madly crazy and immediately ordered his troops. Seeing Abdul Qi nodded, he shouted immediately and rode his horse to chase after Wanyan Hong and others.

Abdulqi, with blood-red eyes, stared at the remaining cavalry in front of him, pulled out the silver knife he carried around his waist, cut a hole in his face, letting the blood ticking down, and said in a cold voice: "No matter who I destroyed our tribe, it doesn't matter. What's important is that we have lost our tribe, lost our relatives, and lost our cattle and sheep. From now on, we will be homeless people without a home."

"I don't say how miserable the homeless people on the grassland are, you understand. And our dead relatives have all gone to the embrace of Changshengtian and will never come back."

Seeing that the cavalry were staring at him with red eyes, Abdul Qi choked and said, "Now, let us catch up with our enemies and kill them! If we can't kill them, let them kill us! The homeless man who lost his tribe's relatives is meaningless to live!"

After saying that, Abdul Qi didn't even look at the tribe anymore. He just turned his horse's head and galloped straight towards the direction where Shi Lang was heading.

The remaining cavalrymen looked at me and I looked at you. After a while, no one spoke, as if they were afraid of breaking this peace.

All the cavalry understood that losing a tribe and cattle and sheep means that they either starve to death in winter or become robbers who let go of robbers. Perhaps there is another option, that is, to rely on another tribe.

But life on the grassland is not easy. The heavy snow in winter is a vague disaster for the grassland. Not only are livestock frozen to death, but people will also be frozen to death.

On the grassland where there is no food or clothing, which tribe can provide for more than 2,000 cavalry? People eat horses and chew, and the daily consumption is not a decimal. In this way, someone will inevitably become a homeless man who grazes others, but who knows who that person is? Could it be himself?

Since that's the case, it's better to seek revenge on those who have destroyed themselves. Even if you die under the other party's hands, you can be considered reunited with your family. If you can't use the enemy's blood to wash away your shame, then you can use your own.

With this kind of mortality, the first cavalry to take the lead in chasing Abdul Qi in the direction of Abdul Qi. The rest seemed to have just come to their senses, and they turned their horses and rode away.

The 100-man team led by Selang was going to follow the traces left by Wanyan Hong and others all the way, and the sky was too late, so the speed was not fast. Abdul Qi and the cavalry that followed him quickly caught up with Selang and his team and joined forces. As there were too many people, the efficiency of tracking them up significantly.

Killing and setting fires is actually a physical job. It will be the same if anyone does this, even if it is the same if the person with more people killed less. After all, people have brains, and no one deliberately stretches out his head to wait for someone to chop.

So although Wanyan Hong and others beat the Dulbert tribe, they all fell down and lay down on the ground. But Wanyan Hong and his group were also tired. They rode all the horses all the way, and then quarreled with others, and finally they didn't keep their promises and had to ride back. How could they not be tired? So Wanyan Hong and his party's speed was much slower than when they came.

It is precisely because Wanyan Hong and others' return speed was relatively slow that Abdul Qi, Selang and others who were chasing along the way quickly bit Wanyan Hong and his team's tail.

"The number of people is about two thousand riders, but it is obviously not a family. The Xibe tribe is the leader, and it seems that it is the evil of the Eight tribes of Yehe. Moreover, these people are unaware of it and are not released even if they don't accept it overnight."

The scouts of Dulbert's tribe who were far away from the past to reconnaissance clearly knew where the group in front came from, and consciously removed his part from the nine Yehe tribes, calling Wanyan Hong and others the Eight Yehe tribes.

Abdul-Qi, who had a sinister expression, knew that he would die in this battle, but he still spat, slowly pulled out his saber, knocked his horse's belly lightly, and took a few steps forward. The cavalry behind him all consciously gathered behind Abdul-Qi.

Soon, an arrow-fitting drilled through the formation had already completed the queue. At this time, the sun in the sky had just set halfway. Although the figures farther away could not see clearly, they could still see the outlines faintly.

Abdul Qi looked back and saw that the cavalry were looking down on death, but he smiled comfortably and gently knocked the horse's belly again. After the war horse under his crotch slowly walked forward, he suddenly knocked the horse's belly hard. In the pain, the war horse first stood up, then neighed and galloped forward.

The benefits, or the sound of wind and high weeds on the grassland at this time, all played a certain role in covering up. When Wanyan Hong and others discovered the cavalry rushing towards them, the speed of Abdul Qi's troops had completely increased.

The cavalry sprinted unexpectedly, causing the two ten thousand cavalry of Wanyan Hong and others to panic. The two ten thousand cavalry who were not prepared for someone to raid were actually directly chiseled into the air by Dulbert's two thousand cavalry.

As he was walking in the front of the team, Wanyan Hong and others who were drilled through the formation were all ashen. Listening to the wailing sounds behind him, Wanyan Hong looked at Abdul Qi who had already rushed out of the formation and was turning his head. There was nothing else in his eyes except murderous intent.

When Abdul Qi saw Wanyan Hong looking at him, he said coldly: "Wanyan Hong of the Xibe tribe? Where did I offend you? I was actually a great disaster for the extermination of the clan?"

Wanyan Hong narrowed his eyes and said, "In the Yehe Nine Tribes back then, only you Korqin completely surrendered to Jiannu, and you Abdul Qi, who was named King Darhan by Jiannu, and then he and Obagan were left as Jiannu. The face of the Golden Family was lost to you!"

Seeing that the cavalry behind him had not yet fully organized the formation, Abdul Qi sneered: "That's also the business of our Golden Family! What's the right to speak, you, a Xianbei slave?!"

When the words were finished, the cavalry of both sides had almost sorted out their own formations, and they were actually drilled through formations with exactly the same arrows.

Wanyan Hong, whose face turned pale, completely lost interest in grinding his teeth with Abdul Qi. The formation was not sorted out just now. He just said a few nonsense just to delay time. Now he is ready, don’t say anything, do it!

In fact, this battle is not an advantage for Abdul Qi. Wanyan Hong's side has more than ten times the number of people than him. Now both sides are charging at the same time, which is equivalent to moving against each other. By the time both sides join the formation, the horse speed cannot be fully increased.

If the two speeds are fast enough, just put the saber horizontally on your side and just charge forward. The saber driven by the war horse running at high speed will easily cut the enemy.

However, without increasing the speed, Abdul Qi's side was as if he had been trapped in a muddy swamp, and was soon surrounded by the cavalry of Yeheba tribes, and there was no chance to penetrate and protrude.

Seeing that the battle was about to be in a stalemate, Abdul Qi gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come with me!" But he led the cavalry behind him to a certain direction and rushed out of the formation again with the goal.

Wanyan Hong is not a fool, so how can he easily let Abdul Qi break out? He immediately shouted loudly and commanded the cavalrymen who surrounded Abdul Qi and others to encircle him, and soon part of Abdul Qi was encircled.

Seeing that there was no hope of the formation, Abdul Qi and his cavalry stopped trying to charge, but instead adopted the method of exchanging injuries and exchanging lives. For a moment, on this small piece of unknown grassland, there were endless shouts of killing, neighing war horses, sabers, and muscles hitting and wailing sounds when war horses intersected.

After more than half an hour passed, the grassland finally returned to peace again, leaving only corpses, and people and war horses gasping forever.
Chapter completed!