Suhbaru gritted his teeth, looked at the tribe leaders below, and made a secret gesture.

Mrs. Yan understood that she had lost her composure and hurriedly sat down.

Several personal soldiers secretly left with their respective missions.

"Haha... I was so wet with some rain just now, and I felt a little uncomfortable. Let's have another three drinks and go hunting tomorrow and sweat a little!"

Suhbaru raised his glass to drink. Only Shin-shi could see the corners of his mouth twitching, but he also knew why he held on.

The grassland tribe is like a pack of wolves. As long as the wolf king shows a little fatigue or is injured, his status will be immediately challenged.

The same is true for the Wuyan tribe. Although the Khan mastered the five most elite cavalry, these men were not easy to deal with, not to mention that several of his younger brothers and nephews were all eyeing each other.

At this moment, they all laughed: "Khan is right, the men on our grassland are all made of iron..."

At this moment, a shout of killing came, and several blood-faced guards were thrown into the tent.

"What's going on?"

Suhbaru's face darkened and he fell down his wine glass: "Tell me my personal soldiers in the golden tent!"

"My dear brother, you don't have to pretend to be calm!"

A prairie prince in his thirties lifted his tent and came in with a smile on his face: "Your personal soldiers in the golden tent have already been loyal to me. Don't you believe it? Timur!"
Chapter completed!