The Lord of the Worlds of Civilization

Another trip to transport food.

Thousands of cavalrymen from the civilization of the ten thousand worlds swaggered across the border again.

As bait to attract the attention of steppe people.

They are undoubtedly successful.

Luo Cheng and Liu Kai didn't need to do any unnecessary things at all.

They just need to take their cavalry and gallop past as usual.

The exaggerated movements made it impossible for them not to be discovered.

In fact, their goal was indeed achieved.

Watching the cavalry passing by.

Hiding in the snow, the few prairie people who were almost frozen to death retreated quietly.

Then they rode on the horses hidden behind the snow hill, hurried back to the camp, and told the leaders of the five tribes in the camp everything they saw.

After listening, the leaders of the other four big tribes in the camp all frowned.

Only Bilge, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, still looked calm, and at the same time took a sip of the kumiss in his hand unhurriedly.

The current situation is also clear.

Bileg suddenly approached them to join forces.

And told them that the Central Plains people are so powerful that it is difficult for only one or two tribes to compete with them.

However, the leaders of these big tribes are used to being emperors in the depths of the grassland.

When I first heard this, I was naturally a little disdainful.

Can a group of weak Central Plains people compete with their warriors on the grassland?

If this is a joke, it is quite funny.

But looking at Bileg's appearance, it didn't seem like he was joking with them.

The leaders of these big tribes plundered the pastures in the depths of the grassland, and they have been fighting each other for many years.

The person who knows you best is often your enemy.

The leaders of the other major tribes obviously knew Bileg's character very well.

For a while, they didn't dare to be careless in their hearts.

In the end, each tribe sent a spy.

Let them go to the grain transportation route that Billeger said to find out the truth.

Now hear the reports from the spies.

Each one of them felt a little heavy.

It is indeed difficult to deal with a cavalry team with thousands of people.

Before the blizzard blows over, when their tribes are strong and strong, this is naturally not a big deal.

But now that the blizzard is blowing, the losses of their major tribes are not small.

Many cattle, sheep and horses have already died.

If this is going to fight against the thousands of cavalry.

Even if you can win, you have to pay a big price.

This made the leaders of the major tribes hesitate in their hearts.

Thinking about it now, the alliance proposed by Bilge before is actually the safest way.

After pondering in their hearts for a while, those pairs of eyes fell on Bileg.

"Say it straight, Bileg, how do you want to join forces?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a full beard, who looked a little younger than Bilag.

He is the leader of the Sunit tribe, Abucha.

In this regard, Bilge didn't give a shit about it, he just reached out and gestured...

"My idea is quite simple. Our five major tribes each sent 1000 troops to form a coalition to directly attack the Central Plains people's grain transport team with an absolute superiority in numbers."

"In one breath, we directly wiped out those thousands of troops, making the Central Plains people lose their power to resist."

"At that time, the people in the Central Plains will not have enough troops, so we will have the final say on the grassland?"

After finishing speaking, Bilge seemed to think of something again, and added something unhurriedly...

"By the way, as for the plundered food, everyone will share it equally."

Bileg's words caused the leaders of the other four major tribes in the camp to fall into a brief silence.

None of them knew what they were thinking about.

Faced with such a situation, a gloomy color flashed in the eyes of the plain-faced Bilge.

At this moment, a voice that sounded a little younger broke the silence in the tent...

"According to reports, the number of people in the Central Plains transporting food is only in the thousands. Is it necessary for us to send so many people to fight?"

The person who spoke at this time was Siqin, the leader of the Chaerhan tribe.

At least ten years younger than the other tribal leaders sitting here.

But it doesn't look that young.

The young and mature Siqin, sitting in this tent at this moment, is not at all out of place.

All the leaders who heard Siqin speak had subtle expressions on their faces.

Two years ago, the previous leader of the Chaerhan tribe died, and his son Siqin became the new leader.

The death of the previous leader naturally had a considerable impact on the tribe.

At the time of the turmoil, the other four major tribes waited for an opportunity and robbed many pastures, cattle, sheep and horses of the Chaerhan tribe.

The Chaerhan tribe, which was originally quite powerful among the five major tribes, suddenly became the existence with the lowest strength.

This account, of course, has always been owed.

At that time, the four major tribes had a share.

Now that the Chaerhan tribe is not as powerful as before, what ability does it have to settle accounts with the other four tribes?

In this way, Abucha and others basically didn't pay much attention to him.

However, what Siqin said hit the point.

At this time, Abucha didn't mind responding.

"Yes, is it necessary for us to send so many troops?"

As soon as Abucha said this, the leaders of the other two tribes responded one after another.

Faced with such a situation, Billeg took a deep look at Siqin who was sitting in the corner, then retracted his gaze and said...

"According to what my son Battelle said, besides the thousands of people transporting grain, there is also a group of people on the grasslands in the Central Plains. The exact number is unclear."

Having said that, Bileg changed his subject slightly...

"But it's impossible to think that the number is more than our five major tribes. Everyone sent 1000 troops. On the one hand, it is for fairness, and on the other hand, it is naturally to ensure the odds of winning!"

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Chapter 491, Probing

Regarding the proposal of 1000 people from each faction, Abucha and the three tribal leaders were obviously not very happy.

On the contrary, it was Siqin.

After provoking this question, the whole person suddenly became honest.

Quite law-abiding acted as Abucha's 'answer guy'.

Anyway, no matter what Abucha said, he just sat in the corner of the tent and answered without a word.

After some debate.

Finally, the number of 700 troops sent by each tribe was determined.

That's how things finally came to an end.

After the discussion was over, Abucha left the camp swaggeringly.

Siqin who was sitting in the corner was not in a hurry to move.

After seeing Abucha and others walk out of the camp, the corners of his mouth curled into a vague arc...

This arc is fleeting.

Feeling something, Siqin slowly turned his head.

I saw Bileg, who had not left the table like him, was looking at him meaningfully at this moment.

Faced with such a battle, Siqin nodded to Bileg without changing his expression, then got up and left.

Seeing Siqin's leaving back, Bilge looked back, and fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long after that.

The curtain of the tent was lifted again, and Battelle came in from the outside with a strange expression on his face.

"Abba, the other four tribes are gone, let's go back too."

When the leaders of the five major tribes gather, naturally no one wants to go to the other party's territory.

In this way, the tent was temporarily set up.

Now everyone is gone.

Only Bileg, who was still sitting in the tent, and Battelle, who served as the accompanying guards, were left.

Hearing his son's voice, Bilge came back to his senses for a while.

Then he looked up at the strange Battelle, and Bileg couldn't help but speak with emotion...

"That Siqin from the Chaerhan tribe, have you seen him?"

Facing his father's inexplicable question, Battelle was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"seen."

"He seems to be three or four years older than you. When you meet him in the future, be careful."

Bilge said seriously.

But Battelle, who heard this, felt even more strange in his heart.

"be careful?"

He really couldn't figure out why that Siqin had to be careful.

Compared with the strong prairie men, that Siqin looked very thin.

If confronted with him, Battelle is sure to stab the opponent to death in a face-to-face encounter.

With the rise of this thought, a trace of indifference flashed across his face.

Seeing the change in Battelle's expression, Bilge couldn't help but sighed.

His own son, of course he understands.

As the number one warrior of the Hanar tribe, even among the other four tribes, he has few opponents.

This made Battelle extremely confident in his own strength.

But under this confidence, there are many things that will be ignored.

"My son, we prairie people respect warriors, but sometimes, this is more important than bravery."

While speaking, Bileg nodded his head.

While speaking, he got up and left the tent.