According to the agreement, the priests in the eastern part of the sea will summon strong winds and flying sand, and the Shiya Department and other officials only need to use the cover of celestial phenomena to create chaos.

But now I see that the wind is getting lighter and lighter.

What to do? What to do?

No matter how much preparation they have made in advance, the Shiya tribe only has so many soldiers and horses - a full dozen can only be counted as a hundred horses. Once the Chihe tribe regroups, the Shiya tribe will be crushed in the blink of an eye.

"[Hede] Why are you panicking?" The soldier looked gloomily and glanced at Geha: "[Hede] The Chihe tribe is already a bird in a cage and the meat is on the plate. The children of the Haidong and Suzi tribes will soon

Just there.”

"[Herd] It's coming! It's coming! Why aren't you here yet?"

The soldier didn't answer. He stared in the direction of Qingqiu and suddenly punched his thigh hard: "[Hede language] What does it matter if you come or not? Once the arrow leaves the string, you can't look back! The dispersed tribes are gone.

There is a chance. There is only one way left for the tribes to flee like frightened antelopes!"

Geha looked in the direction pointed by the soldier. On the hills in the distance, the roof of the palace tent of the Chihe tribe was shining with golden light.

…

[Hunting Ground Central, Qingqiu]

The person who really leads the Chihe tribe's palace guards is not the little lion, let alone Erlun, but Qing Lingyu [stag].

As soon as the wind and sand abated, the deer immediately sent out messengers to deliver the news to the tribes around the hunting ground. The soldiers holding the banners of the Chihe tribe galloped down the Qingqiu, running in all directions at lightning speed.

When Winters was found, the stag brought with him twelve neatly clad quivers.

Facing the notorious champion of Plato, Qing Ling Feather Stag maintained vigilance and etiquette at the same time: "[Hede said] These disciples will escort Batu back."

After listening to Erlun's translation, Winters waved his hand and went straight to the point: "There is no need to waste troops to escort me. Since the wind and sand have stopped, the opportunity to fish in troubled waters is gone. Now, the most dangerous place is Qingqiu. You

You should consider retreating immediately."

Because of the special courtesy of the White Lion, the Qing Lingyu of the Red River Department all have a mixture of awe and jealousy towards the Plato champion.

It is precisely because of this mentality that Winters' straightforward advice made the stag feel humiliated.

The stag suppressed his anger and replied loudly: "[Hede language] The children of the Red River tribe can only advance! There is no retreat! The white lion handed over Qingqiu to me, and I will never let the jackals take away the palace tent of the white lion!"

Normally, Winters might be able to laugh off what the stag said, but at this moment, Winters was also angry.

"It's better to make progress or not to retreat?" Winters asked with a sneer: "My personal experience is that you have retreated more than once!"

The stag stared at the Plato champion fiercely, as if he was about to draw a sword and strike at him in the next second.

After a brief confrontation, the deer bowed curtly and strode away, leaving the twelve quiver warriors who didn't know whether to go or stay.

Looking at Erlun's frightened eyes, Winters controlled not to show any emotion and said calmly: "Now...he will not retreat."

…

[On the edge of the hunting ground, the residence of the Tiefeng County Mission]

The rider holding the banner galloped near the people in Tiefeng County, roared a few times, and then ran towards the direction of other tribes.

"What did he say?" Pierre frowned: "Interpretation!"

The interpreter who was changing the saddle heard the sound, quickly squeezed to Pierre's side, and replied quickly: "He seemed to be saying, 'The Chihe Tribe will kill you and me, and the Chihe Tribe will annex all the tribes.' He could only hear clearly

These two sentences."

Old Sergey dismissed it: "Isn't it a fucking obvious thing that the barbarians from the Chihe tribe want to eat the barbarians from other tribes? Does he need to say it?!"

For some reason, once the wind and sand stopped, the horses gradually returned to calm.

Pierre no longer hesitated and immediately ordered his horses to be prepared and evacuated.

"You will stand by my side from now on!" Pierre sternly ordered the interpreter: "You will translate for me whatever the Huds say, and you won't miss a word!"

Three more riders came galloping from the direction of Qingqiu, the leading rider also holding a white horse tail flag.

The three riders ran around the felt wall and shouted loudly to summon people when they saw them.

Pierre looked at the interpreter.
Chapter completed!