The Lord of the Worlds of Civilization

"Quick, hurry back to the tribe!"

Chapter 495: Change ([-])

The strong smell of blood almost soared into the sky.

Looking at the camp that was strewn with corpses.

All the people headed by Battelle were dumbfounded.

The scene in front of them had a great impact on them.

This was too harsh, but it made them a little bit at a loss as to what to do.

Battelle, who got off his horse, lost his footing and almost fell to the ground.

This is for the prairie people who grew up on horseback.

It's just too incredible.

Dismounted and fell?

Normally, if such a thing happened, it would definitely attract a lot of people's ridicule.

This kind of thing should never happen to a prairie man.

However, at this moment, no one is in that mood.

"Abba, Abba!"

With a panicked face, Battelle yelled and rushed into the camp that was littered with corpses.

Corpses, corpses everywhere!

Looking at the familiar faces.

At this time, Battelle was undoubtedly suffering in his heart.

Until the corpse that fell in the snow and was almost covered by the snow came into his sight...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Holding his father's corpse in his arms, Battelle was almost insane...

"Who? Who did it?!"

The father who used to be his spiritual pillar turned into a cold corpse at this moment.

At this time Battelle's heart was undoubtedly broken.

"If I was in the camp at that time, Abba, Abba, he wouldn't..."

Various thoughts kept flashing in his mind, and Battelle finally fell into deep remorse.

He regretted that he should not have personally led the troops to rob grain.

Regret why I didn't stay in the tribal camp at that time!

Strong and complicated emotions kept rushing to his heart, impacting his consciousness, making his whole body miserable.

The wind and snow between the sky and the earth are still sweeping across the blood-stained prairie.

And somewhere in this grassland, in the camp of the leader of the Sunite tribe.

Listen to the reports of the subordinates of the tribe.

Abucha smashed the bowl of kumiss in his hand on the spot.

"Sand? You told me that more than 200 people died after being robbed for a long time, but the people in the Central Plains transported sand instead of food?!"

At this moment, Abucha's face was so ugly and scary.

After a moment of uncertain expression, the whole person stood up directly...

"Assemble my troops and settle accounts with that old fox of Bileg!!"

The information on the Central Plains grain transportation team was provided by Bilge.

The plan to jointly rob food was also proposed by Bilge.

Now half a grain of grain has not been snatched, but the troops sent by his Sunit tribe have been damaged a lot.

If the old fox of Bileg didn't give him an explanation.

Then this matter is obviously not over!

Abucha was definitely not the only tribal leader who went mad after hearing the news.

It's just that Abucha is definitely the most grumpy one.

But to say who is the calmest.

That's probably Siqin from the Chaerhan tribe...

Siqin raised his eyes slightly when he felt the curtain of the camp tent being lifted.

Looking at the person who walked in, he opened his mouth softly...

"This time, thank you for your hard work."

"The leader doesn't need to be like this."

While talking, the person who walked in touched his left eye.

"Back then I was blinded by an arrow shot by Bu Rigude, and I was seriously injured and escaped. If the leader hadn't rescued me, I, Buhe, would have died a long time ago."

That's right, the person standing in Siqin's camp at this time is the one-eyed dragon Buhe who just led thousands of troops to wipe out the Hanar tribe!

Hearing this, Siqin laughed lightly.

Then he raised his hand, motioning for Bu He to sit aside.

"Over the years, you have been gathering people and horses for me on the outskirts of the prairie as a horse thief. You have worked hard for me, but you were too impulsive in the previous incident. Even if there is insufficient food, you should first fight with me. discuss."

Regarding this, Cyclops Buhe also showed a trace of shame on his face.

"What the leader said was that I was impulsive at the time, but in the end I didn't get much food, and I sent so many brothers in for nothing. Please punish me, the leader!"

"All right."

Siqin waved his hand calmly.

"It's good that you know what's wrong. Let him pass the past. This time, can you get things done?"

"Leader, don't worry, I went back and forth to ask people to confirm it twice, and I definitely didn't leave any flaws!"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Siqin nodded in satisfaction.

And the one-eyed dragon Buhe who saw this scene spoke again...

"It's just that there's one thing I don't quite understand. Didn't you say at the beginning that you want to deal with another tribe with fewer people? Why did you temporarily change it to attack the Hanal tribe?"

"There are a lot of people left by the Hanar tribe. In this wave, we have lost a lot of people."

Facing this problem, Siqin took a quick glance at Cyclops Buhe before speaking slowly...

"Suddenly I feel that the Hanal tribe is more suitable."

Speaking of this, Siqin's face showed a bit of meaning.

Yeah, Hanal Tribe is more appropriate.

That old fox in Billeg is too shrewd, it's better to let him die earlier.

For this reason, he didn't mind paying a little more people as a price.

Just when Siqin thought so.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the tent...

"Boss, Bazar is back."

"Call him in."

Before he could change the blood-stained animal skin coat, Bazar walked directly into Siqin's tent.

Looking at the one-eyed dragon Buhe who was sitting below, he had a calm expression on his face, obviously he had known about the other party's existence for a long time.

After a simple nod, when Bazar's eyes fell on Siqin, there was obvious reverence in his eyes.

"Boss, the food transportation team is indeed a trap of the Central Plains people, you are really amazing!"

Facing the compliment from his subordinate, Siqin smiled and shook his head.

Then he unhurriedly wiped the bronze saber in his hand that shouldn't have appeared in the grassland.

"There is no god or god, if you want to defeat an enemy, you must first understand him."

While speaking, Siqin couldn't help squinting his eyes as he looked at the shimmering blade of the bronze saber in his hand...

"Those idiots don't even know what they are facing, so how can they have a chance of winning?"

At this point, Siqin paused.

Putting the saber back into its sheath, he put the bronze saber aside.

Immediately afterwards, a neatly bound book was taken out.

"Some time ago, I was lucky and caught a literate Central Plains man."

"I'm now having him teach me how to read."

"You should also learn these things later."

"The more I understand now, the more I can feel the power of the Emperor of the Central Plains."

"Just relying on Abucha's gang, it is impossible to be the opponent of the Central Plains emperor."

"When the ice and snow on this grassland melt, I'm afraid it will be their death."

"Until then, I've got to take my chances and do something..."

"Calculate the time, Abucha's violent temper should have brought his men to settle accounts with Bilge, right?"

Chapter 496, Change ([-])

On the grassland, the wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger.

However, Battelle, who was holding his father's corpse and sitting in the snow, remained motionless as if he didn't feel anything.

"Battelle."

Listening to that familiar voice, Battelle's eyes turned slightly.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing beside him, he bluffed a few times.

A hoarse voice came out of his mouth...

"Uncle Mobigan..."

Seeing Battelle's distraught appearance, Mobigan secretly sighed in his heart.

"Brother is dead and has returned to the embrace of 'Changshengtian'. From now on, you will be the new leader of the Hanal tribe. You have to cheer up and act like a man."

Mobigan's reminder brought pain to Battelle's face.

The facial muscles frozen by the wind and snow were particularly distorted at this moment.

Seeing Battelle's painful appearance, Mobigan also showed a bit of pain on his face.

He has no heirs, so he has always raised Battelle as his own child.

But now it seems that the elder brother and he were too protective of Battelle in the past.

This kid is indeed talented and brave.

But no matter how good the talent is, if it doesn't go through hardships and setbacks, how can it be a great job?

Mobigan, who regretted this in his heart, subconsciously shifted his gaze to the body of his elder brother Bilag.

As a result, at this glance, he saw something unusual.

"Battelle, brother seems to be holding something in his hand."