The Lord of the Worlds of Civilization

When Battelle heard this, the expression on his face changed significantly.

His eyes subconsciously looked towards the hands of his father's corpse.

Sure enough, one of them was holding something in his hand.

After a while of repentance in his heart, Battelle carefully opened his father's stiff fingers, and took out the thing that was held in his hand.

"This is animal skin?"

Grabbing the broken animal skin, a trace of doubt flashed in Battelle's eyes.

He tried to unfold the piece of animal skin and spread it on the snow.

At this moment, Mobigan, who was standing there, saw it clearly, and immediately opened his mouth...

"There seems to be some pattern on this animal skin."

Battelle didn't respond, he also saw the pattern on it.

However, this pattern is obviously only a part of it.

With such a small piece, it was difficult for him to judge what the pattern on the animal skin was.

"Animal skins, patterns..."

On the grassland, there is only one pattern that can be drawn on animal skins, and that is the totems of various tribes!

They prairie people will use animal skins to make flags.

In addition to the heavenly god "Longevity Heaven" that they believe in common among grassland people, they will also draw the totems worshiped by their respective tribes on it.

In other words, this should be part of a certain totem.

Under this premise, there are very few tribes that are capable of attacking their Hanar tribe and killing all other tribes.

Thoughts were spinning in Battelle's mind.

Among the five major tribes, the totem patterns of each tribe kept appearing in his mind.

And compare it with the totem in your hand.

Immediately, Battelle clenched his fists as if he had thought of something.

"It's the totem of the Sunit tribe!!"

Mobigan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

After all, he is more than 20 years older than Battelle.

Life experience is obviously much richer than Battelle's.

Instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Battle, I think..."

Just when he was about to say something, a person ran over with a face full of panic.

"No, it's not good, Abucha, the leader of the Sunit tribe, is driving towards us with a lot of troops!"

Hearing this, Bartle laughed back with anger.

"It's just in time! Gather me and get ready for battle!"

While speaking, Battelle was about to rush there with a murderous look.

Seeing this, Mobigan quickly pulled him back.

"Battle, calm down. I think this is not right. After all, why did the people from the Sunit tribe attack our tribal camp?"

"When the blizzard blows, everyone is short of food, who is not robbing? The cattle, sheep and horses in the camp are all gone, and Dad was still holding their totem fragments in his hand before he died. What's wrong?!"

What Battelle said made Mobigan unable to refute.

He looked at Battelle who was about to lead people out of the camp.

Mo Bigan sighed heavily, and finally bit the bullet and followed.

And at the same time on the other side.

Abucha is also rapidly approaching the Hanal tribe's camp with his tribe's troops.

This time, he only brought out 300 people.

After all, this wave just came to Bilag for an explanation.

It's fine to let the opponent pay some cattle and sheep, and there is no intention of going to war with the Hanal tribe.

Bringing too many people and horses can easily cause misunderstandings.

Anyway, he is also a leader. After so many years, he still has some brains.

As a result, it was just approaching the periphery of the Hanal tribe.

A strong smell of blood hit his face directly against the wind.

"What's going on? How can there be such a heavy smell of blood on the side of the Hanal tribe?"

Just when Abucha thought so.

A dense sound of horseshoes came directly from afar.

At this moment, Battelle, whose entire chest was filled with anger and hatred, would not be polite to them.

He directly took the only remaining 500 horses of the Hanal tribe, and galloped all the way to Abucha and others who had broken into his field of vision!

Abucha and the others, who had no idea what the situation was, suddenly changed their expressions on the spot.

In the current situation, it is naturally impossible for them to sit still.

Seeing that there were so many people on the opposite side, Abucha quickly ordered to retreat.

In any case, let's withdraw to the territory of our own tribe first.

However, Battelle, who was burning with anger at this time, obviously would not let it go.

"Want to run? Chase me!!"

With a roar, Battelle had a clear goal, stared straight at Abucha and chased after him.

Counting their ages, this Abucha and Bileg are of the same generation, and they are only two or three years younger than Bileg.

After getting older, his riding skills have long since deteriorated.

How can it be Battelle's opponent?

In the final analysis, if this incident was not for the purpose of seeking an explanation from Bilag, he would never come here in person.

After all, at their age, they would not go to the battlefield in person.

"Death to me!"

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, and after some chasing, Battelle picked up a spear in his hand.

The shot was fast and hard.

Without waiting for the other party's reaction, it pierced Abucha's throat.

The eyes of Abucha, who was dying with regret, were wide open.

The fairly burly body fell directly from the horse's back.

Even when he died, his eyes were still full of anger and bewilderment.

At the same time, on the other side, a group of cavalry quietly approached the periphery of the Sunit tribe...

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Chapter 497, Change ([-])

After returning to the camp of the Chaerhan tribe, they settled the cattle, sheep and horses that they had snatched.

According to Siqin's intention, Cyclops, who had replenished the troops, and directly led the people all the way to the periphery of the Sunite tribe to wait for the opportunity.

Siqin predicted that the grumpy Abucha would go to Bileg for an explanation.

But Abucha, who didn't intend to go to war with the Hanal tribe, would certainly not bring too many people there.

Two or three hundred is about the same.

With only this few troops, he bumped into Bateer, who had just slaughtered his entire clan and was in a rage.

Even if that stupid boy Battelle didn't find the clues on the animal skin.

Abucha is definitely not a good fruit to eat.

And if found...

It is no exaggeration to say that Abucha must die!

In this way, their opportunity will naturally come.

Calculating the time, I estimated that it felt almost the same.

Cyclops Buhe decisively waved his big hand, and the whole army rushed towards the camp of the Sunit tribe not far away.

It is different from the previous raid on the Hanal tribe.

At that time, most of the people of the Hanar tribe were taken out by Bateer to rob food.

Therefore, the number of men and horses guarding the tribe is only a few hundred, which is not enough to compete with them.

But on the side of the Sunite tribe, the people who went out to rob food had already returned by this time.

Abucha took only 300 people and rushed to the Hanal tribe.

In other words, there are quite a few people and horses in the camp of the Sunit tribe at this time...

However, from the very beginning, Siqin didn't intend to slaughter the Sunit tribe.

On the one hand, it is unrealistic, even if it is slaughtered, he will have to pay a heavy price.

On the other hand, it is more useful to let the Sunit tribe live half-dead than to let them die directly.

It is also for this reason.

Cyclops and himself did not rush forward this time.

After all, his appearance of being blind in one eye is too eye-catching.

In a round of rushing into the camp of the Sunite tribe.

Then after playing two rounds with the opponent decently.

Knowing that his mission had been completed, Cyclops Buhe quickly sent a signal to retreat.

A team of people came and went quickly.

The angry Sunite tribe naturally chased and killed them for a while.

But the other party has long been psychologically prepared.

He ran with his head buried in the road, not stopping at all.

He couldn't catch up even if he wanted to, and the wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger.

Even though the troops of the Sunit tribe were upset, they could only withdraw to their tribal camp temporarily.

It turned out to be a coincidence.

That is, at the same time as they withdrew.

The men and horses who had rushed to the Hanal tribe with Abucha before fled back in a mess.

When we went, there were a full 300 people.

But those who came back alive were only six or seven people left.

Members of the Sunit tribe who recognized the identity of the other party hurried up to meet them...

"What's going on? How did you get hurt like this? The leader and others?!"

"Ha, it's Bateer from the Hanal tribe..."

The voice of the prairie man who was seriously injured seemed a little weak.

Coupled with the non-stop blowing of the wind and snow next to it, it made it extremely difficult for others to hear.