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Volume 11 Zhang Gong North Looking at the Sky Wolf Chapter 969 Main Account (Asking for a Monthly Pass)

The peaceful main tent of the Caleb tribe was already shrouded in panic, and the enemy was already too close, just as the Calle tribe had attacked the Mari tribe as allies, until the cavalry brigades of the Calle tribe and the Naiban tribe were close to their main tent, and they did not realize the enemy's arrival.

If it weren't for this, Maribu, who has always been good at fighting, would not have been defeated so lightly.

But today, the Kahler tribe finally tasted the bitter fruit, and the fertile Kale grassland of the Kale tribe, which had been calm for too many years, finally ushered in the trampling of the enemy's iron hooves. Will blood 969

And their wise leader, Cal Wuertu did not notice this at all, as the enemy approached, the people of the Kahler tribe finally panicked, their collar was too old, and the grassland of the Kahler tribe was too quiet, like a tomb, as if the enemy could easily defeat them as long as the enemy came here.

The news of the total destruction of the king's tent cavalry was still transmitted by the shepherds, which made the tribal magnates who were waiting for the news of the victory panic panic, and they did not stop the spread of panic at the first time, but came to the king's tent according to custom, and even inertia, and asked the wisest king of the Kale tribe to come up with an idea.

But what they saw was a hysterical, dying old man, with saliva in his mouth, waving his arms vigorously, and roaring indistinctly, this impossible, this impossible, his eyes mad and desperate, but the roar was faintly like the chirping of a newborn lamb.

The sons of Calewuertu sat there in a daze, their faces full of despair of the coming apocalypse, and Kaletai, who was ready to inherit this powerful tribe at any time, that is, the eldest son of Kalewuertu, did not show even a trace of the demeanor of a king.

The leaders of the tribe withdrew from the king's tent in disappointment, and scattered in all directions, but the wiser ones had already told their cronies to prepare their horses and food, and when they returned to their tents, they took their relatives and subordinates with them, and did not hide their tracks, but left the tribe in a panic and fled to the east.

The brain turned a little slower, and quickly asked people to prepare, and the things they brought could not be so complete, but they were not slow, and they soon fled with the people around them, and in the vast grassland, such simple preparations were not enough to deal with the dangers everywhere on the grassland, and they were likely to die on the grassland before they went to the grassland.

Only those whose brains have been burned out will stare at them, gather their warriors, old men, children, and even women, mount their horses, and prepare to fight the approaching enemy to defend their homeland.

Kalebu looked at Caltaet, the son of Calwuertu, and although he did not show the courage and indomitability of the king at the last moment, he was not stupid.

When the news reached that the cavalry of the King's Tent had been annihilated and that the enemy was outnumbered enough to drown any of the resistants, he was ready to flee, and gathered the most trusted warriors of the King's Tent around his tent, and brought with him many treasures in addition to food and water.

When the tribal leaders left the tent in disappointment, he quietly followed his brothers, returned to his tent, and immediately ordered the men to set out, and he was harder hearted than the greedy and death-fearing tribal magnates, but who cherished their families.

He did not take any women or children with him, but let his eldest son lead these cronies and guards, and then a group of men let go of the reins of their horses, crossed the Elam River, and went north instead of east, he was very clever, although the east could be far from the enemy, but the north was the closest way to the Naman, as long as the horse walked quickly, in less than three days, he could enter the steppe of the Naman.

He believed that without any drag, he would safely throw off his pursuers and reach the powerful Naiban tribe, so that the noble Khan could avenge himself, of course, this would cost a lot, but over the years, the Kahler tribe and the Naiban tribe have always had an inseparable marriage.

He believed that he would not have to pay more than his father to ask for the help of the wise and powerful Great Khan, and he believed that no matter how many enemies there were, they would not be made more powerful by the Nabarian tribe, and he would definitely be able to lead the cavalry of the Nabarian tribe back here to cut off the heads of his enemies one by one, and avenge his brothers who were always fighting with him for slaves, as well as his old father, who refused to die.

Thinking of this, he actually laughed in a hurry to run for his life, as long as the Kalle Tribe's Kalle Tai was there, the Kalle Department would not die, just like the so-called Holy Wolf descendant, sooner or later he would return here and retrieve his lost qiē.

At that time, who else could compete with him for the position of King of the Tatar Khan......

Undoubtedly, this is a standard steppe tribal magnate, and he has also inherited his father's so-called tribal nobleman with power and mind, and even his blind trust in the Nabarian tribe is higher than his father.

Although the eldest son of this Kahler leader is ruthless, he is far from being vicious.

If he were Zhao Shi, he might bring his family and some warriors, but for others, he would light a fire in the tribe and let his people kill all the cattle, sheep and horses, and then arouse the mortal heart of the people, go up and fight to the death with the incoming enemy, and by the way, at the right time, leave everyone behind.

Obviously, when the Qin army brigade came to the main tent of the Calle Department, which was like a bombed battalion, the situation was not as bad as Zhao Shi expected. Will blood 969

All people are trying to escape for their lives, but most of these efforts are in vain.

Densely packed, the Cahler tribe had never seen before, as if the whole place as far as the eye could see was covered with the same cavalry.

They were not in a hurry to surround the deserted main tent, but sent out groups of cavalry to chase after those who fled for their lives, cut down the horses of the resisting ones one by one, and drove the obedient people back to the main tent along with the cattle and sheep.

It was not long before most of the fleeing people were driven back, and the herdsmen, slaves, old men, children, and women, gathered together like lambs to the slaughter, gathered near the main tent, and they looked at the faces in horror, all dressed in very different clothes from those of the steppe people, but with fierceness, the knights seemed to be stronger than the bravest warriors of the tribe.

They were young and strong, full of fear, and the dying resistance of the warriors of the tribe did not cause them any damage, but they slaughtered the rebellious with strange sharp knives, and all who saw this scene understood that these were battle-hardened warriors, and their ferocity and bravery proved it.

And their language also made many people understand that these were Han people, and the brutal rumors of the powerful Jin Kingdom made many Tatars wait for the final fate, and the howls of children and women only added a few notes to this music that was about to end.

In the evening, while the Cahler tribe was trembling, waiting for the moment to decide their fate, the Qin army's pursuing troops6 returned, and the general's order was to keep them in pursuit until dusk, and the scouts had a longer time limit, and they would chase those who fled for their lives for a day.

If you run fast, you can save your life, but if you want to save your cattle, sheep and family, it is impossible.

Before this, Zhao Shi had already taken Buyan Xiban and several generals and cavalry into the most gorgeous tent, which was also a symbol of power in the tribe.

Some were dragged out of their tents, followed by a few screams, their fate was sealed, and no one was different.

A human head, carried in the hands of the disgraceful Xiban, looked shriveled and thin, and the appearance was even more ugly, and there was not much blood in the neck.

But the owner of this human head was one of the most noble of the Tatars during his lifetime, and with the beginning of the Tatar civil strife, this man gradually became the master of the steppes in the clouds and outside the clouds.

A large expanse of fertile steppe was in his name, and his name was Kaleguertu, the wisest and wisest leader of the Kale, a rare wise man among the Tatars, and a rare betrayer among the Tatars.

But now, he was dragged out like a dog, his head cut off, no begging, no mercy, all taken for granted, the victor would not give any forgiveness to such a betrayer, and the Kahler chief, who had lost his mind and breathed a breath, could no longer beg for anything.

Buyan Xiban raised the head of the man in his hand, and the Tatars gathered around him immediately burst into cheers, and the Han officers and soldiers around him did not care about this, they looked at these Tatars indifferently and even a little interestingly.

Listening to them shouting in an incomprehensible language, one qiē glory to the gods, one qiē merits, to the descendants of the holy wolf, if they can understand, they will definitely stand up and shout loudly, these feats are ours, if you have to give glory to someone, it must be their general, what gods, what holy wolf descendants, in their eyes, are all penniless......

At night, the tent was brightly lit, and the generals stood around the tent, but it was quiet and solemn compared to the noise of the outsiders shouting and neighing.

Zhao Shi sat at a table used by the Tatars to eat, because there was no chair to be found here, and the figure of the burly man was immediately much shorter, and it looked a little funny, but no one in the big tent would associate this scene with funny, because it was the great general Zhao Shi.

Where they were, the king's tent of the most powerful tribe of the Tatars, knew what that meant even the dullest generals, the Tatars had always fought for the Jin people, and they were a fairly powerful tribe in the steppe.

And from now on, they will be slaves of the Han Chinese, and there will be no other knots......

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