The sun is like fire, and the sunset shines, as if it is about to burn the entire grassland.

The grass hung weakly, without the energy of the morning light.

The breeze blows through the earth, and the sound of cattle, sheep and beasts embellish the peaceful world without any rest.

"Em, there was another battle on the grassland a few days ago. I took Pirlo and the others to secretly take a look. There were corpses everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and the grass was dyed red! In the near future, it might affect our Shule tribe!" Bagsda knelt in front of Massaro, holding the horse milk tea carefully, and speaking restrainedly, peeking at my father from time to time, not knowing where he had flew to.

Massaro lowered his head and did not go to see Bagsta’s expression. He sighed and said, “There is no peaceful place in the grassland today. Let’s move to Tianshan again!”

Tianshan Mountain is the holy mountain of the grassland. It is located in the deepest part of the grassland and is also a place where the four dynasties will not intersect. The mountains stand tall, towering into the clouds and snowy, and few tribes will go wherever they go. Although the grass there is abundant, the climate changes every day, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. When it is cold, it can make people cold to death, and when it is hot, it can make people hot to death.

Tianshan Mountain is the birthplace of the entire grassland river, and avalanches occur from time to time, so there are very few nearby tribes. Only when wars occur frequently will other small tribes migrate there in order to survive. Generally, Tianshan Mountain is a non-war zone recognized by the entire grassland tribe. No tribe will provoke war under the Tianshan Mountains at the cost of blaspheming ancestors.

Similarly, doing so will greatly affect the joint resistance of other tribes under the Tianshan Mountains, and will be hostile and hated by other tribes in the grassland.

Suddenly, Bagsda broke out and complained in great frustration: "Escape, escape, escape, and keep running like this. We gave up our grassland and thin and young herdsmen, but when will we escape? Killing is everywhere. If we run like this, sooner or later, the knife will come to our necks...!"

Massaro raised his head suddenly and stared at Bagsta with his eyes like a wolf. Bagsta only felt his scalp numb. His father, who was kind and easy-going in the past, was even more terrifying than the most fierce enemy he had ever seen. His eagle-like eyes were filled with the coldness and invasion of the wolf pack.

Massaro said coldly, word by word: "Is this what you mean or what they mean!!!"

Guru~!

Bagsda swallowed nervously and stuttered: "This is what everyone means, and it is also what I mean. I know that our tribe is weak, and there are more tribes on the grassland that want to destroy us than the stars in the sky. But because of this, we cannot escape. Emu, when we are on the run, the tribe's tribe loses its courage until one day we are stared at by a certain tribe. At that time, our Shule tribe will be destroyed and the tribe will become slaves to others...!"

Under the pressure of Massaro, Bagsta's words became smoother and faster and faster. He had never even had a brain. After he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that he had such a good eloquence!

Massaro was silent. He withdrew his gaze and stared at the low table. Looking at the shallow layer of horse milk tea on it, and there were a few tea leaves floating on the pure white horse milk.

Since the stranger came to this world, the lives of the nomadic people living on the grassland have become better and better. The precious tea leaves used to be no longer as precious as before. Although they cannot be popularized into thousands of households, as the leader of the Shule tribe, they can still put some in horse milk on weekdays to relieve the smell of fishy smell.

But the arrival of Yi Ren completely exploded the world, which was originally like a powder barrel.

Massaro didn't know what the whole world looked like, but in the grassland, as long as there was war, there would be aliens. They were like jackals on the grassland, looking for food everywhere. No indigenous people didn't hate them, but many indigenous people welcomed them, that was, ambitious people.

"Do you know? In the past, our Shule tribe was once named Khan of this grassland by Emperor Qin. We surrendered to the feet of Emperor Qin and let him drive. At that time, we crossed the grassland, accepted the assignment of Emperor Qin and went to the world outside the Jiuzhou to expand the territory for Emperor Qin and...!" Masaro said slowly, but his words shocked Bagsdad extremely and shocked, and his whole heart seemed to be baptized by waves of bombs, and he was completely stupid!

Massaro's thinking seemed to have returned to the past, and the memories of hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry scattering the world and driving the grassland.

Bagsta stammered: "Then why are we...!"

"Because Emperor Qin needs immortality and a permanent world, we fell apart!" Masaro said lightly, without any emotion in his words, as if everything was taken for granted.

"Why? Em!" Bagsda could not understand his father's thoughts. In his eyes, Emperor Qin was unattainable, but it was too far away and too unreal. Moreover, Emperor Qin was a Han Chinese, but they were not. Why did his Am do this? He was willing to make the entire Shule tribe look like this.

"You don't need to doubt the greatness of Emperor Qin!" Masaro was angry by Bagsta and said fiercely: "I don't want anyone to say in my ears that Emperor Qin is not. Remember, you can't do it either! You just need to know that our tribe is different from others. We can resist, but we cannot provoke wars, and we cannot grow stronger. This is not the restriction of Emperor Qin, but other tribes on the grassland will not allow it! Growth is destruction, do you understand?"

"Yes, Em!" Bagsda's expression changed a few times, and he suddenly realized that he would rather not understand. He lowered his head and responded with helplessness and reluctance. When he heard Masaro tell the story of the Shule tribe, he was full of excitement and excitement, but when facing the helplessness of reality, he found that he had no resistance, and all the rest was depression and discouragement.

The former grassland overlord is now surviving. No one except the older generation knows his existence or his past. He has become a small tribe that no one knows. If it weren't for the intimidation of Qin Shihuang, other grassland tribes would have destroyed him long ago, because even if he is small, he is so annoying to other tribes.

"It's good to know. As long as we leave, no one dares to stop us! Dare to hurt us..." A trace of fierce light flashed in Massaro's eyes. At this moment, it seemed that the powerful tribe that once was powerful in the entire grassland seemed to have appeared. Bagsda was revived and then weakened again.

"But now the grassland has been killed by the crazy eyes..."

Bagsta secretly glanced at Masaro, and still felt a little unwilling. Young people always have blood, especially grassland men, who live in poverty and cold all year round. The harsh environment has given them a proud heart and a desire to seize all the good things. They are simple but greedy, hoping to use their own sword to kill a world of their own.

"Bang!!!" Masaro slapped the low table suddenly. The silver bowl on it was shaking spilled the horse milk on the table. Masaro said fiercely: "Get out, get out of here! You want to kill, do you want to be the best, do you want to be the best? Then you will ride your handsome horse and bring your scimitar. Don't come back. From now on, you will not be a member of the Shule tribe...!!!!"

Massaro pointed outside the tent. His words were fierce and murderous aura came to his face. The momentum made Bagsta feel like he was suffocating. His face was pale and his heart was full of chaos. The flames that had been hooked up from outside were suddenly extinguished and he knelt down and said, "Em, I never dared again!"

"Get out!" Masaro kicked Bagsda with one foot and grabbed Bagsda's clothes and dragged him out. While dragging it, he said without doubt: "From now on, you will no longer be a member of my Shule tribe! Get out of Shule tribe, the Shule tribe doesn't need you to be so obsessed with greed, killing wolf cubs!!"

Bagsda's face turned red and lowered his head and didn't even dare to raise it. The originally busy tribe members turned their eyes here. Looking at the clan leader and the young tribe leader, no one dared to say a word in front of the angry Massaro.

Bagsda's friends were all ashamed. Baku Yuansa rushed out, knelt next to Bagsda and said, "Class leader, please don't punish the young patriarch. These are all done by us who encouraged the young patriarch...!"

"Hmph, you still dare to come out...!!!" Masaro's eyes were fierce, and he instantly pulled out the scimitar on his waist.

Bagsda crawled down and knelt down, not daring to have any disobedience: "Em, please don't hurt Baku Yuansa. I decided to do this. Please punish Em!"

"Please punish us!" The other friends of Bagsta also rushed out and knelt side by side beside Bagsta. Looking at the young and strong tribe, Masaro's face turned extremely ugly. He glanced at their faces, then glanced at the other tribe members who surrounded him, and said coldly: "You are seeking death!!!"

Bagsda and the others knelt on their faces and pressed against the ground, not daring to say a word, let alone refute.

"The Yuan Dynasty sent someone to recruit people. I took the tribe to migrate. As a result, the Yuan Dynasty was wiped out. The battle was bloody and corpses were everywhere. The entire little holy mountain has now become a place of ghosts and tears. No tribe dared to approach! Now, the grassland is in chaos. You think it is an opportunity for development, but you don't think about how many corpses have been lying under them. You, you, you, and you, you will become one of the thousands of corpses. No one will pay to resurrect you...!" Masaro scolded with a pale face, and his voice was as loud as the sky. The young men of the Shule tribe said were pale and did not dare to make any moves.

"Tsk tsk, it seems you still won't repent!" Suddenly, Masaro changed his voice, not giving them a chance to speak, holding a scimitar in his hand, pointing outside the tribe, and shouting: "One person, one horse, one scimitar, from now on, you will not be a member of Shule's tribe. No matter whether you live or die, you will never come back! Get out!!!"

It was cold and unquestionable. The young men of Shule were crying and bowed their heads to the ground, but they still left a cold sound.

Bagsda was kicked by Masaro again, and he got up with difficulty, wiped his tears, walked out of the tribe without looking back. The people around him made way. Looking at him, Bagsda never felt so humiliated. His eyes were like needle tips, piercing into his heart.

Bagsda vowed that he must make a name for himself and return to the Shule tribe with great success, so that the tribesmen can know that he did nothing wrong! The one who is wrong is his own Emu!

"Bang bang!" Bagsta left. His friends hesitated for a moment. Inspired by loyalty and passion, they kowtowed to Masaro a few times and followed. More and more Shule young men left. Masaro and the others didn't say a word, but just watched them leave with their eyes extremely complicated.

"Captain, why are you doing this?"

Massaro looked at the dust and smoke brought by running wildly and said silently:
Chapter completed!