"Haha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard~"

"Battle, I always thought you were an eagle on the grassland, but I never thought that one day you would become a lackey of the Ming Dynasty and betray Changshengtian."

"What's so scary about the people of Ming Dynasty? They are just a group of sheep, two-legged sheep. Although the number is larger, they are still the meat of prairie wolves."

"In the past, we went south every year and returned with a full load every year. They didn't even dare to come out to fight us. They only dared to hide in the city to defend. Do we need to be afraid of them?"

"The Ming army in front of us is not enough for us."

"Battle, just stay aside and I will let you know later how weak the Ming master you have taken refuge is."

"Without the city, they are like sheep without a sheepfold, and they are not at my mercy."

Suotu replied very loudly, and with his words, the surrounding prairie cavalry also became more confident.

Thinking back to the heavy military strength of the Ming Dynasty in the past, there is indeed nothing to fear.

Some families even had Ming slaves in their homes, slaves plundered from the Central Plains.

These Ming people are all honest and honest. Even if they are whipped every day, they do not dare to resist at all. They are indeed sheep, sheep with two legs.

"Suotu, things are different now~"

"The Ming army is very powerful, otherwise it would not have been possible to destroy our grassland army last year."

"Leave some energy for our Tatar tribes."

"Don't ruin all our Tatar tribes because of your ambition."

Battle said unwillingly.

"Yes, Sotu, I know you are ambitious and want to unify the Tatar tribes."

"However, with your ability and strategy, you are still far behind. As far as the eye is concerned, you can't even see clearly the comparison between the strength of the enemy and ourselves."

Huhe also followed suit, bluntly stating Suotu's ambitions and bluntly saying that Suotu had no strategy.

"Bala, Abelance, are you going to follow Sotu and destroy the last strength of our Tatar tribes?"

"Look at the children around you. They are all very small, barely a head taller than a wheel. They are the future and hope of the grassland. Are they going to be buried here?"

Hardan also said angrily.

"Have you three said enough?"

"Have you forgotten the bloody feud with Akito?"

"Barter, it seems that all your eldest sons died in the hands of Akito, right?"

"Hadan, your brother and father also died in the Central Plains last year, right?"

"Also in Huhe, all the 10,000 troops of your Zadalan tribe were wiped out last year, and your sons and brothers also died under Mingren's sword."

"Have you all forgotten these bloody feuds?"

"It's better for you now that you have become Mingren's lackeys. You can even forget such a bloody feud. Are you still a prairie people?"

Bala also came out on horseback.

Looking at Battle, Hardan, and Huhe, they said coldly.

"Haha, blood feud?"

"If we really want to calculate it, then Ming people and us will never stop fighting. If we go south in the past, will we still kill less Ming people every year?"

"This world is just about the jungle and the strong. We lost last year, so there is nothing to say."

"The dead are dead, but the living still have to live."

Having said this, Battle couldn't help but said sadly.

Doesn't he hate Akito?

Hate it~

In the battle last year, all tens of thousands of his Naiman tribe were killed, including several of his sons.

But hate is useful?

What's more, the grievances between the grassland people and the Ming people cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

I don’t know how many Ming people died at the hands of the prairie people.

If you really can't let go of these things and want to take revenge to the end, killing all the prairie people will not be enough to pay for the dead Akito.

Of course, the most important thing is that we lost last year and Ming Dynasty won.

After hearing Battle's words, Sotu, Bala and others fell silent.

They also followed the little Tartar prince to the south and plundered, and many Ming people died in their hands.

When they killed, they never thought about the feelings of these Ming people. If it were really a blood feud, it would be endless.

"Bartelle, stop talking nonsense~"

"If you bring your tribe members with us to deal with the Ming army now, then we will still treat you as grassland people. If you want to be loyal to your master, pick up your scimitar now."

"To use what you said, on the grassland, the weak eat the strong. There is an old saying in the Ming Dynasty, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit."

After Suotu was silent for a while, he said sharply.

"Suotu, it seems you are really stubborn."

Battle sighed, feeling a little helpless.

"It seems that you are determined to be Akito's lackey."

"Go back, don't let me meet you later, or I will cut you into pieces."

Suotu looked at Battle and said harshly.

"Haha, Sotu~"

"To be honest, I have never been afraid of you. You have always been ambitious, but you are foolhardy."

"It's just a pity that these ten thousand grassland men will die together."

Having said this, Battle knew that this battle was inevitable, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Hey~"

As soon as Battle finished speaking, an arrow hit his horse.

"If you don't go away, I'll kill you~"

Being despised, Sotu became angry.

"Okay, let me see how you die later."

Battle took one last look at Sotu, said nothing, and rode away.

"Hey~"

Huhe, Hardan also shook his head helplessly.

Seeing the Suotu in front of him, he was already blinded by ambition.

Although there are 10,000 cavalry, how can these 10,000 cavalry be the opponent of Liu Jin's 5,000 fine cavalry?

As the three people left, Suotu's face was gloomy and very ugly.
Chapter completed!