Under the cloudless blue sky is a vast grassland. Under such a sunset, Bai Ning slowly walked through the withered grassland with his horse and looked back to the west. In the red light, this grassland was gentle and magnificent.

Through the news of Dongchang's trade channel in the grassland, in this autumn, the Qiyan tribe began to mobilize a large number of cavalry. Combined with the failure of Temujin and Jamuka's last confrontation, this time should be the last battle for Kuroita on the grassland.

No matter what, he has a reason to come and meet the future king on the grassland.

"I hope I haven't missed such a war..."

Bai Ning withdrew his gaze from the sunset, and a slight tremor came from the soil under his feet. Birds passed by in the sky. He narrowed his eyes. Within his eyes, the two riders chased each other, the horse's hooves flew, and the two riders approached, and the arrow suddenly shot out, and was dodged by the tribal knight in front of him and flew towards Bai Ning.

The sleeves of the robe were raised gently.

The slender fingers steadily clamped the flying arrows, and the tail feathers were still trembling slightly. Amid the fierce and sharp shouts, the two riders were galloping in parallel, and the sword lights bumped together. Seeing the figure standing there, one knight strangled the horse's head and separated, and the other knight did the same move.

Rumble...

Two war horses galloped wildly from both sides beside Bai Ning. The wind blew silver wires and the palace robe was stimulating. In the past moment, the person standing there raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and pushed the horse on the right side with a palm. The running horse fell to the ground. The grassland knight above plunged into the grass and his neck was retracted into the chest with a snap.

"Wait"

Another knight who was fighting tied the reins and slowed down his speed. He looked at the overwhelmed war horse struggling and the enemy who was hitting the ground.

Obviously he didn't understand what was going on.

The man put his knife away from the horse, pressed his hand on his chest and bowed to Bai Ning. Then, he laughed generously and took off the wine bag beside him and handed it over. A kind of enthusiasm was overflowing from his dark face. However, when he turned around, the prairie man waved his knife to cut off the enemy's head and tied it around the horse's neck, tied the corpse's feet with a lasso, turned over the horse, and waved to him.

"Thoughts and concepts... are really simple... to fight against the enemy by life and death, and to be unscathing with friends... cruelty and simplicity can exist at the same time..." Bai Ning made a simple judgment on the Mongols during this period, and at least it was easy to judge it in this person.

There is no communication in language, so Bai Ning can follow him to see it. Such skills should be the scout in a certain tribal army.

Then, Bai Ning nodded, turned his head over, shook the reins of the horse and left the grassland scout.

....

A lot of land.

As the sun sets, black smoke rolls over the broken flags of the empty grassland, and the fire is burning. The horse that lost its master shook its tail and bowed its head to arch its feet to a body that could never wake up. With it as the center, its vision rises and spreads around. The body of the fallen horse corpse is filled with countless arrows. The soldiers who are nailed to the ground by an iron spear are held in a group of figures that hold the hilt until death. Such dead shapes spread out layer by layer on the grassland.

The low ox horn blows at one end of the grassland hills, which means cleaning up the battlefield.

At this time, the figure who was still alive dragged his wounded body and left by his companions. A new soldier who joined the battlefield waved his spear and began to investigate the body, then finished stabbing, took away the spoils of the deceased, kissed the corner of his mouth and held the sky high as if thanking God for giving him victory and wealth.

On the hills, the white flags (four sounds) stand.

The war is over, and blood is spreading. On the face of the white turtle, the dark and majestic look of the white turtle swept across the battlefield, "...The war on the grassland is over, and a new king is here." The wine is slowly poured out of the wine bag and sprinkled in front of the horse's head.

"Changshengtian is watching everything."

Under the long skirt with bells and bronze mirrors, shoes with snake-shaped patterns were walking behind the man, and their voices were hoarse: "...The Heaven of Changsheng has decided who is the king of this grassland. No matter how many fearless warriors you bring today, victory will be yours, Temujin! This name will surely resound in the sky, soaring like an eagle."

The last drop of wine fell into the soil.

Temujin raised his head and looked at the woman wearing antler headdress behind him, wearing a veil, took a calm breath, and vomited again, and looked at the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield: "I don't believe in this...but they believe in, blind worship is your duty, the high priest."

"Isn't this the case from ancient times to the present, from the Wu Dynasty to the grassland?" The deer decoration was floating, and the woman's tone was a little disdainful.

Temujin smiled, and he could understand the Chinese words he said. He overcame the horse's head and the horse's hooves slowly left the hill and headed downwards. The white flag moved. Nearby, dozens of knights wearing black leather armor and carrying two bows were wearing masks and kept silently following them.

"Are you the women in Wu Dynasty like this? What about the man...what do men do? Read books or take care of children at home?" Temujin smiled strangely when he saw the woman following him.

The woman in shamand clothes shook her head, and the bell rang softly. She raised her head and looked at the red afterglow: "It's not all... at least some men are incompetent, some are as powerful as gods, and some are like poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows... If you meet one day, be careful that their venom will be fatal."

"As long as the eagle does not land, the poisonous snake will never have a chance..." Temujin raised his whip, "Unless... the eagle is old and cannot fly."

Dada dada...

The sound of horse hooves came from afar. At the end of the sight, two black dots moved across the skyline. The man under the big flag stretched out his arms and laughed: "Look... Mu Huali is back, and another enemy died under his scimitar."

The formation teams separated and made a way out. The two riders had reached about six or seven feet in the big claw. When the woman standing beside Temujin saw the rider behind, she trembled slightly, and her gloved hands tightly swayed the reins.

"Khan"

Mu Huali took a head from the horse's neck and raised it in his hand. In the moment when the horse's hooves were slowed down, the horses coming from behind directly passed him. When doubt arose, the figure on the horse's back rushed up.

Under the big flag, Temujin smiled stiffly, and the figure came over, and the flags blew up.

The next moment.

The majestic lord of the grassland flew into the sky from the war horse, swaying his teeth and claws

Bai Ning held his hands in his arms and looked at the trembling woman.
Chapter completed!