North of the Yellow River, south of Yinshan, southwest of the Hetao Plain, and the Hailejin Grassland. This vast and fertile grassland was not called Hellergin Grassland before, or perhaps it had no name at all. However, after the Tatar Kylgin tribe migrated here and took root here, this steppe was named after Kylgin.

Among the many tribes of the Tatars, the strength of the Kyllegin tribe is obviously not the strongest, and it is even a little reluctant to rank second-rate. When the Kylgin tribe was at its strongest, the number of all cavalry did not exceed 20,000, of which the number of elite cavalry did not exceed 10,000. And the cavalry of the entire Tatar tribe combined, it is estimated at hundreds of thousands.

However, in the place south of Yinshan, the strength of the Hellergin tribe is still relatively strong. When the Tatars first started, they did not care much about the area south of the Yin Mountains. The first to move over were some small tribes that were not living well in the north of the desert. There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are called kings, and the Hellergin tribe is more prominent.

In the morning in the Hellergin steppe, the warm sunlight falls on the tips of the grass, reflecting a colorful light. The whole prairie seems very quiet, only the sound of the breeze blowing. Under the blue sky and white clouds, groups of horses, cattle and sheep are grazing leisurely. Occasionally, one or two elk would emerge from the grass and disappear as quickly as possible.

"Da Da Da!"

Suddenly, from the northeast corner of the grassland, there was the sound of horses' hooves.

As the sound of the horse's hooves got closer and denser, a tall horse with a red color, as if crazy, swept over the grassland. The sound of horses' hooves alarmed the nearby animals, and they all fled in all directions. There are only herds of horses, cattle and sheep, without the slightest feeling, still grazing quietly and leisurely.

The man who gallops on his horse is oblivious to everything around him. He just whipped the horse's buttocks desperately, making the war horse keep accelerating, accelerating and accelerating, until the limit of the war horse's gallop. It was as if he was going to use his extreme speed, with the cold oncoming wind, and with everything around him that was rapidly retreating, to wash away everything he had suffered.

The man on horseback was none other than Sobud, the eldest prince of the Kellergin tribe. If Xu Xingxia saw Sobud at this time, he might not be able to recognize it. I haven't seen him for a while, and poor Prince Sobud has completely lost the demeanor and bearing of His Royal Highness the Prince. Now, with shaggy hair and a beard, he is no different from a madman.

In fact, Sobud wished he was really a madman. If he really is crazy, no one else will blame him much. Isn't it normal for a madman to lose a battle? It's just that he's not crazy, but he's going to be driven crazy by others. After fleeing from the south, Sobud was seized by other high-ranking members of the tribe and almost killed himself on the spot.

It seems that Sobud, who has entered a state of madness, desperately urges the war horse and gallops desperately to the front. His mind went blank, and he didn't think about anything. It wasn't until the horse was completely unable to run that he gasped and got off the horse. By this time, he had run to the edge of the steppe and entered the desert area. However, he still hasn't been able to fully vent himself. He was barefoot, running wildly in the desert.

Sobud was indeed on the verge of madness. Last time, he went south with full confidence and wanted to avenge his younger brother, but as a result, he was accidentally beaten back by Xu Xingxia. Of the sixty or seventy Tatar cavalry he brought with him, only four or five succeeded in coming back, and all the others fell under the butcher's knife of the Ming army.

If those survivors don't come back, maybe he'll be better, maybe he can lie and get by, and no one knows the truth about the defeat. But these people came back and told the truth about the defeat to others. In the end, almost the entire high-level of the Hellerkin tribe knew about it. As a result, Sobud immediately became tragic.

It is conceivable what kind of cold eyes he will suffer in the tribe. Among the Tatars, the losers have always been unpunished. Originally, the relationship between some high-ranking people in the tribe and Helekin was a bit delicate. None of them wanted Hellerkin to remain the dominant family and wanted to share more power. Sobud, just gave them this opportunity. Of course, they have to seize the opportunity to desperately attack Sobud and thus shake Kellerkin's position as the leader. Those people almost didn't publicly propose to abolish his succession as the eldest prince.

Even his father, Hellekin, did not dare to defend his son. In front of everyone, he scolded his eldest son for a bloody dog, and saliva splashed on Sobud's face. When he was furious, Helkin even pulled out his golden waist knife and raised it high, so that he would slash his son to death. Fortunately, the person next to him pulled, otherwise, Sobud would have really been hacked to death.

The customs of the Tatars are the same as those of most Mongols, and the names of small tribes are basically named after the head (that is, the tribal leader), unless it is a large tribe with a special name such as Tumut, Harasin, and Korqin. For example, Hellergin is now the head of the tribe, and this tribe is called the Kylgin tribe.

If Sobud can inherit the leader of the tribe, then the Kyllegin tribe can be renamed the Sobud tribe. It's a very honorable thing. Sobud has always believed that if he inherits the position of leader, he will definitely be able to do better than his father, and he will definitely make the Sobud tribe more powerful.

However, this thing that seemed easy was mixed up by Xu Xingxia, and everything that was original was gone. Sobud, who fell from heaven to hell, has a hatred for Xu Xingxia, which can be imagined. He even believed without doubt that if he caught Xu Xingxia, he would definitely be able to eat him alive.

"Xu Xingxia!"

"I'm not done with you!"

Sobud roared hysterically at the desert.

He suddenly pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slashed desperately at the sand on the ground. A crack was cut in the sand and healed back together. He swung his knife frantically again and continued to slash open. The cycle went on and on, until he had no strength left, and then Sobud fell on all fours in the desert, lying on his back, as if he were about to die.

It wasn't until the evening, when the sun went down and the desert was pitch black, that Sobud rode back on his horse. Compared with the gallop of the horse before, when he came back, the whole person was almost lying on the back of the horse, if it were not for the occasional movement, he would have thought that he was a dead man. There were even wolves beating his attention, quietly tailgating behind.

As a result, these wolves are tragic. The angry Sobud hated Xu Xingxia so much, but he had no way to take Xu Xingxia, so he vented his anger on the wolves. He didn't dare to fight Xu Xingxia single-handedly, and he had to deal with some wild wolves, but it was easy. Along the way, he didn't know how many wild wolves he had shot to death, and he finally almost vented the anger in his heart.

In order to prevent Sobud from being attacked by other members of the tribe, Hellergin specially let his eldest son live in a relatively remote place so as to stay out of everyone's sight. Although he was a little disappointed in his son and felt a little humiliated, the father is a father after all, and the son is a son after all, and the relationship between father and son is inseparable.

"The Great Prince!"

Suddenly, Sobud heard someone calling for him.

He hurriedly turned back, only to see a man in his prime appear near him. The other man's hair was very strange, all shaved all around, except for a small strand in the middle of the head, which was braided into a long braid that drooped back. When the horse is galloping, the braid behind it will be blown up by the wind from time to time, as if a tail has grown on the back of the head.

Sobud vaguely remembered that this was the hairstyle of the Liaodong Jurchens. The person in front of him is from Liaodong. He had not been in the Kyllegin tribe for a long time. However, he was capable and obedient, and was soon reused by Hellergin. However, Sobud always felt that the arrival of this man in the Kyllegin tribe did not seem as simple as it seemed.

"Hab?"

Sobud said with some surprise.

Hab was not his subordinate, but his father's henchman. In the past, Sobud and Hab did not have much interaction. Sobud felt that Hab's origin was unknown and could not be reused. And Habu never took the initiative to curry favor with him. Right now. What is Hab doing here? Could it be that my father couldn't resist the pressure of others and wanted to officially abolish his heir status? If that's the case, he really doesn't have a chance to turn the tables around.

"Great Prince, we have received some useful information." Habzer came at once and said to Sobud. This Habu is burly, with thick hands and feet, and his archery skills are quite sharp, but when he speaks, he is soft-spoken, as if he is always lacking in energy. If it was in the Central Plains, Sobud would definitely suspect that the other party was a eunuch.

"What's the message?" Sobud was not in a good mood, and he did not think carefully about Hab's words. Now he is full of just looking for Xu Xingxia for revenge. He didn't bother to pay attention to all the news that had nothing to do with Xu Xingxia.

"It's a message from the south." Habu said softly.

"South? Ningxia Town? Sobud finally reacted. He was full of excitement, and immediately realized that these news must be related to Xu Xingxia. When he thought of Xu Xingxia and Niujiaodun, he couldn't get angry. It's all that damn Xu Xingxia, who ruined everything that should have belonged to him!

(To be continued)