"Kamle! You will regret it. I, Muthan, swear to the sky that when the black armored iron cavalry of the Great Qin Dynasty and the Qin general named Lu Bu come, you Kamle will definitely regret it! Let's go!" Muthan spat on the ground fiercely, called on the dozen guards beside him to turn over and ride their respective horses, and rushed out of the camp without looking back.

"Hahahaha, have you seen it? How arrogant Muthan was in the past, but he also has the ability to curse with words today! Hum, don't even talk about those bullshit black armored iron cavalry, even if there are, and come to me, Kamle, these warriors from my Kamle tribe will let those black armored iron cavalry see the real power of our Huns!!" Kamle sneered as Muthan looked at the backs of the departure of Muthan, and did not put Muthan's roar at all before leaving.

Although Kamle looked like "I have no taboos and no fear of anything", as an ordinary tribal herder, standing next to Kamle and witnessing the once proud words of Rizhe Muthan before leaving, the herders of Kamle still felt a little panicked.

One of the herdsmen took advantage of Kam's attention and muttered to another familiar herdsmen beside him: "I said that although Muthan has become a little arrogant in the past, even if we are closest to their tribe, we have never heard Muthan speak nonsense, right?"

The herder who was familiar with him also replied in a low voice: "It seems to be true. I have only heard that although Muthan Rizhu has always been a little arrogant, he has never refused to obey anything he promised. Such a person should not come to us at this time to deliberately exaggerate those people in the Central Plains, right?"

Although the two herdsmen had tried their best to lower their voices, it happened that the rest of the herdsmen were still immersed in the shock brought to them by Muthan's roar before leaving, so in this quiet environment, their "lower" they thought was obviously not enough to make Kamle, who was not far from them, unable to hear it.

Kamle turned around and pushed away the herdsmen who were in front of him, and shouted loudly in the direction where the voice just came: "I don't care what Muthan was like before, but what he said to me today is that the cavalry of the Central Plains people is far superior to us, the great Huns in riding and shooting skills. With this sentence alone, I, Kamle, would never believe everything he said!! If someone thinks that what I, Kamle, said wrong, and thinks that we, the great Huns, are inferior to those of the two-legged sheep in riding and shooting skills, then stand in front of me, Kamle! I want to let him know what the real Hun warrior is!!"

Seeing the white foam on the corner of his mouth when the tribe leader Kamle roared, as long as the brain is not kicked out by the horse's hooves, no one will stand up and fight Kamle at this time.

Kamle was very satisfied that the herdsmen of his tribe did not continue to sing against him, but seeing a crowd of people gathered there timidly, Kamle scolded these herdsmen in order to maintain his authority: "Since you don't object to my words, then throw the words of the coward Muthan just now out of your ears. Now, you all return to the camp to rest, don't think of a good night's sleep in anything!"

The herdsmen were a little dissatisfied with Kamle's overbearing way of expelling him, but since Kamle, the leader of the tribe, had already spoken, these herdsmen living in the Kamle tribe could only disperse and return to their respective camps. As for whether these herdsmen would not think about sleeping obediently according to Kamle's orders in the future, then it was not Kamle who could control it.

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Although Kamle pretended to be disdainful of the black-armored iron cavalry from the Central Plains that Muthan said, after hearing what the herders just said, Kamle suddenly thought that although Muthan's past behavior was not popular, he never said a lie. Therefore, after Kamle drove away the herders, he immediately summoned thousands of warriors from the tribe and ordered them to ride horses and hold torches around the tribe camp to prevent his tribe from being attacked by the terrible night as Muthan tribe.

The tribal warriors sent by Kamle have been patrolling the camps of Kamle for a whole night. However, except for encountering a few lonely wild wolves, they did not find anything suspicious.

"Moze, what did you find?" When the crowd returned to the tribal camp, Kamle, who had not been sleeping all night, asked with bloodshot eyes open and asked.

Mo Ze, who had been patrolling thousands of warriors in the tribe, replied with some annoyance: "That Muthan is indeed a coward, saying how powerful the black-armored iron cavalry in the Central Plains was, but we patrolled all night but didn't even see a horse from the Central Plains!"

Kamle frowned. It is logical that his tribe is closest to Kamle tribe. If the black-armored Iron Cavalry mentioned by Muthan were really the army sent by the emperor of the Central Plains, he would not have turned a blind eye to his tribe? However, the tribe warriors sent out to patrol did not find any figure. Could it be that the Central Plains cavalry mentioned by Muthan had already returned to the Central Plains with the cattle, sheep, horses, and property from the Muthan tribe?

Mo Ze led his team to patrol around the camp for a night and was already tired. Seeing that the leader of his tribe, Kamle, was still thinking about it, he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Then Muthan is timid, and most of the warriors in his tribe were drawn to the Yuezhi by Touman Shanyu. It was defeated and fled after being sneak attacked by the people of the Central Plains. And our tribe not only has a heroic leader like you, but also nearly 10,000 warriors left in the tribe. Do you still have to be afraid of the cavalry composed of two-legged sheep in the Central Plains?"

Kamle was very comfortable by Moze's big and small flattery. He looked at the already bright sky and knew that the night was about to end and the most suitable time for sneak attack had passed. So he patted Moze's strong arms and said, "It's been a hard time for you to patrol all night. If the colors are almost bright today, you can go back and rest. I'll say that I'll have to get up to patrol the tribe tonight."

Moze responded and took the tribal warriors riding on horseback behind him into the camp, blew out the torches in his hands at the intersection leading to the camp, and scattered them back to their respective camps to rest.

Kamle yawned and walked back to his camp to fall back into the arms of the sleepy beauty. At the same time, he cursed Muthan, who was still scaring him with words before leaving.

Just before Kamle fell asleep, the gold and silver wine cups plundered from the Central Plains that were placed aside suddenly vibrated slightly. When Kamle opened his eyes and sat up, he had already heard a roar of muffled thunder outside, and the roar became louder and louder as time passed.

"No, it's not the sound of thunder! It's the sound of horse hooves! It's the sound of a large number of cavalry running!!!" Kamle turned over and escaped from the arms of the beauty beside her. Before she could put on her pants and clothes, she grabbed the scimitar placed beside her, and rushed to the outside of the tent naked.

As soon as Kamle came out of the tent, he saw a large number of black-armored cavalry, facing the rising Chaoyang, with the breath of death, entering the gate of his camp with the breath of death. However, the obstacles he had originally asked to put in the gate of the camp were long gone. Some tribal warriors who were responsible for guarding the camp had no time to give their horses enough charge distance, so they were forced to fight against the black-armored cavalry that swept over like a black whirlwind.

"How could this happen! Mo Ze and the others just came back, why did these black-armored iron cavalry rushed to my tribal camp? Why didn't the warriors in charge of guarding the camp give a warning in advance? Why! Why!!" Kamle couldn't figure out why he had just taken half a nap, and these black-armored iron cavalry rushed to my tribal camp incredibly. All this came so suddenly and incredible.

"Chief! Lord Chief! O'clock." Moze saw Kamle, the leader of the tribe, standing straight there, and was shocked by Kamle's domineering image for a moment.

Kamle turned his head and saw Moze behind him. He rushed to Moze in two steps in three steps and grabbed Moze's clothes and shouted: "Didn't you just say there was no one? Look, look! Did those black-armored iron cavalry come out from the ground?"

Moze's eyes first glanced at Kamle's lower body involuntarily, and then came to his senses in Kamle's roar: "I don't know what's going on with this. I did not notice a single figure when we were patrolling just now."

"Call the warriors in the tribe and drive all the black armored cavalry out of the tribe camp for me! I don't want to be like Muthan, and finally go and ask others to avenge me!!" Kamle gasped and stared at Moze with a wolf-like eyes and shouted.

As an old man who has lived in the Kamle tribe for decades, Moze knew that the Kamle leader in front of him was a cruel and ruthless guy, and the most terrible thing was that Kamle had a great skill. The scimitar cast by a slave in the Central Plains was stained with the blood of countless famous grassland warriors. And now, although Kamle was naked and had nothing to wear, the deadly scimitar was still lying quietly in Kamle's hands! If he had not fulfilled Kamle's order, he would have thought that this deadly scimitar would fall on his neck at any time!

If you want to know what happens next, let’s see if you don’t cry and then break it down again~~~
Chapter completed!