Yeluhonki's target was the strongest buffalo in the herd, and he shot two more arrows, both of which were also hit.

However, all three arrows were shot at the strong back of the bison, because the muscles on the back were very strong, so although the bison was wounded, it did not fall immediately, and still lined up at the back of the bison herd, protecting his companions from escaping.

The arrow pierced its body, and the faster it ran to escape, the more damage the arrow caused to it, and the bull had already exhausted its strength because it and its companions had been chased by the guards for a long distance.

But it is still running hard, perhaps beyond the normal and understandable range, but a kind of willpower to survive is supporting it, and it is still running wildly under its feet, but it no longer feels fatigue and pain, but it is just mechanically pushing its four hooves, hoping to have a glimmer of life.

But it was obvious that as the amount of bleeding increased, the speed of the bull gradually began to slow down, and it had already separated from the large army of bison for a certain distance.

Yelu Hongji was overjoyed when he saw this, and continued to gallop wildly, at this moment he felt as if he had returned to the youth of twenty years old, his body could support his dreams, galloping on the grassland, all creatures could be his prey, and they must surrender to his might and become his slaves.

He took another arrow and aimed it for a few moments before striking it firmly.

Because the bull's speed was slowed down, making it easier for Yeluhonki to aim, the arrow was shot from the side, and it was accurately shot into the bison's neck.

Perhaps it was shot through the neck of the bull, and the blood flowed into its lungs, and the bull suddenly spurted blood from his mouth, fell to the ground, rolled in the direction of the run, and fell heavily to the ground, his body was still convulsing in pain, and he could no longer get up.

But the bull's two big eyes were staring directly at his companions, hoping that even a few of them would escape from the clutches of humans and continue to reproduce their species.

Yelu Hongji was in high spirits and ordered the others to continue chasing him and the herd of bison "Don't let go of any of them!" ”

And he stopped in front of the leading bull whom he had shot, and looked at the miserable appearance of his prey in pain and despair, but had no strength to struggle any longer, and his heart was extremely happy.

Yang Huairen was a little sad, the cattle and sheep on the grassland may be food for humans, but if human beings end their lives in a relatively respectful way, with a grateful heart to nature, maybe Yang Huairen will not be so uncomfortable.

At this moment, Yelu Hongji showed his domineering spirit as a generation of kings, but it also made Yang Huairen understand the fact that the bloodthirstiness and violence of the Khitan people are a kind of national character that exists in their bones.

It's not that they're inherently cruel, it's that the way they live and eat has gradually influenced their personalities over the centuries and millennia.

The competition on the grassland is fierce, and only by showing this kind of cruelty can we become the hegemon of the grassland.

Yang Huairen has become more and more aware of the relationship between human survival methods and personalities, and in a blink of an eye he seems to have thought of a truth, if the northern grasslands are to be unified, the problem cannot be solved by force alone.

The most important thing is to let the thousands of tribes and tribes living in the northern grasslands gradually accept the culture, life and food habits of the Han people, so that they can truly integrate into the big Chinese family.

This also strengthened Yang Huairen's confidence in what he is doing now, culture, he can't do a lot, what he can do is to use healthier and more delicious food to change the eating habits of nomads.

As the eating habits of Han Chinese and nomads gradually became commonal, the differences in life were no longer the isolation between ethnic integration.

The bison herd ran for several miles, but gradually stopped because of the exhaustion of physical strength, and even a few calves collapsed on the ground tiredly, foaming at the mouth.

The crowd began to aim at the stopped bison and fired arrows, and a bison, which looked a little old, was protected in front of a calf that was slumped on the ground.

It had already been hit by a few arrows on one side of its body, and the huge pain made its body tremble, but it still held on and did not fall, a natural instinct to protect the cub.

Yang Huairen wanted to stand far away, and didn't even want to look at the bison, but there was not much complaint in their eyes, they were still so innocent and innocent, and they didn't understand why they were free and living well on the grassland, and suddenly became the prey of humans.

Xiao Sabi scolded, "This old bison is really a calf protector, but unfortunately he can't do it himself, and it is difficult to protect himself." ”

Yelu Yanxi on the other side was also excited about shooting these bison, but when he suddenly heard Xiao Sabi's words, he always felt that something was wrong, as if these words really alluded to Yelu Hongji always protecting him.

But they couldn't fight with Xiao Sabi at their Khitan sacred hunting ceremony because of a word, so Yelu Yanxi shot an arrow fiercely, and scolded uncleanly.

"If you don't have the ability, you still want to be the king of the bull? What if you call it nicely?! A fool will always be a fool, and a courtier will always be a courtier! If you want to blame, blame your bad life, without the blood of the bull king, you will be a small role for the rest of your life! ”

Xiao Sabi turned his head and looked over, his eyes were full of knives, and Yelu Yanxi did not show weakness at all, his eyes glared back.

Everyone else knows that the two have always been at odds, and when they say some clever things at this time, they all think it's normal, and no one cares too much.

Moreover, now the status of the two is about the same, but Yelu Yanxi has been deeply valued and cultivated by Yelu Hongji, and is about to become the official future heir to the throne, and will become a new generation of Khitan emperors in the future, so among everyone, more people are on Yelu Yanxi's side, but they feel that Xiao Sabi is just losing his temper.

Seeing that the two of them were in a state of flux, and fearing that they would cause some trouble if they were out of control, he beckoned the others to slaughter all these bisons, so that they could return to the camp in gratitude, and there were still many ceremonies to be held.

They dismounted, drew their scimitars, slaughtered the remaining buffalo, tied their hooves, tied them to the saddle buckles, and dragged the slaughtered buffalo back to camp.

Although Yang Huairen did not hunt, because there were many bison and few horses, he was also arranged by Yelu Bawotai to drag a calf.

On the return trip, Yang Huairen kept looking back, this may be the traditional nomadic and hunting lifestyle of the Khitan people, but after more than 30 rides, he dragged the carcass of a bison and dragged all the way with blood, and the picture was so abrupt in the beautiful picture of the vast prairie.