Chapter 495
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Chapter 495: The Turn of Events (1)
The strong smell of blood almost rose to the heavens.
Looking at the camp strewn with corpses, Batel and his men were all dumbfounded.
The scene before their eyes had an immense impact on them.
This blow was too severe, leaving them at a loss for what to do.
Dismounting, Batel stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
For a grasslander who had grown up on horseback, this was incredibly unbelievable.
Falling after dismounting?
Normally, if such a thing happened, it would surely invite a lot of ridicule.
Such a thing should never happen to a grasslander.
However, at this very moment, no one was in the mood for that.
“Father, Father!”
Batel, his face panicked, cried out as he rushed into the corpse-strewn camp.
Bodies, bodies everywhere!
Looking at each familiar face, Batel’s heart was undoubtedly in agony.
Until the body lying in the snow, almost covered by the accumulated snow, came into his sight…
“Ah, ahhhh!!!!”
Holding his father’s body in his arms, Batel was nearly mad with grief.
“Who? Who did this?!!”
His father, who had once been his spiritual pillar, was now a cold corpse.
At this moment, Batel’s heart was undoubtedly shattered.
“If I had been in the camp at the time, Father, Father wouldn’t have…”
Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and Batel ultimately fell into deep regret.
He regretted that he shouldn’t have personally led the men to raid for grain.
He regretted why he hadn’t stayed in the tribal camp at the time!
Strong and complex emotions surged through his heart, assaulting his consciousness, causing him immense pain.
The wind and snow continued between heaven and earth, constantly sweeping across this blood-stained grassland.
Meanwhile, somewhere else on this grassland, inside the Sunite tribe’s chief’s tent…
Listening to the reports from his subordinates, Abucha smashed the bowl of mare’s milk wine in his hand on the spot.
“Sand? You’re telling me we fought for so long, lost over 200 men, and it turns out the Central Plains people weren’t transporting grain, but sand?!”
At this moment, Abucha’s face was terrifyingly grim.
After a moment of shifting expressions, he stood up directly.
“Gather the men for me! We’re going to settle scores with that old fox Bileg!!”
The intelligence about the Central Plains people’s grain transport team was provided by Bileg.
The plan to jointly raid the grain was also proposed by Bileg.
Now, they hadn’t seized a single grain of food, and his Sunite tribe had lost many men.
If that old fox Bileg didn’t give him an explanation, this matter would clearly not be over!
Abucha was certainly not the only tribal chief to erupt in fury upon hearing the news.
However, Abucha was definitely the most hot-tempered one.
As for who was the calmest, that would probably be Siqin of the Charhan tribe…
Sensing the tent curtain being lifted, Siqin slightly raised his eyes.
Looking at the person who entered, he spoke softly.
“You’ve worked hard this time.”
“The chief needs not say so.”
As he spoke, the person who entered touched his left eye.
“When Burigude shot out my eye with an arrow and I fled severely wounded, if it weren’t for the chief saving me, I, Buhe, would have died long ago.”
That’s right, the person standing in Siqin’s tent at this moment was none other than One-Eyed Buhe, who had just led over a thousand men to wipe out the Khanar tribe!
Siqin chuckled upon hearing this.
Then he raised a hand, signaling Buhe to sit down.
“These past years, you’ve been working hard, gathering men for me on the outskirts of this vast grassland under the guise of a horse bandit.”
“However, what you did earlier was too impulsive. Even if there was insufficient grain, you should have discussed it with me first.”
To this, One-Eyed Buhe’s face showed a hint of shame.
“The chief is right. I was impulsive then. As a result, I didn’t seize much grain and needlessly lost so many brothers. Please punish me, Chief!”
“Enough.”
Siqin calmly waved his hand.
“It’s good that you know where you went wrong. What’s done is done. This time, have you settled things properly?”
“Chief, please rest assured. I had people confirm it back and forth twice; absolutely no flaws were left behind!”
“Mm.”
Siqin nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this.
Seeing this, One-Eyed Buhe spoke again.
“However, there’s one thing I don’t quite understand. At first, weren’t we supposed to deal with another tribe that had fewer men? Why did it temporarily change to attacking the Khanar tribe? The Khanar tribe had a good number of men left, and this time, we also lost quite a few men.”
Facing this question, Siqin, after giving One-Eyed Buhe a faint glance, slowly spoke.
“I just suddenly felt the Khanar tribe was more suitable.”
At this point, Siqin’s face showed a meaningful expression.
Yes, the Khanar tribe was more suitable.
That old fox Bileg was too shrewd, and it would be more reassuring to have him die sooner.
For this, he didn’t mind paying the price of a few more men.
Just as Siqin was thinking this, footsteps sounded outside the tent.
“Chief, Bazar is back.”
“Tell him to come in.”
Without even having time to change his blood-stained animal hide clothes, Bazar walked directly into Siqin’s tent.
Looking at One-Eyed Buhe, who was seated below, his expression was calm; he clearly knew of his presence long ago.
After a simple nod, Bazar’s gaze fell upon Siqin, and his eyes revealed obvious reverence.
“Chief, that grain transport team was indeed a trap by the Central Plains people. You are truly divine!”
Facing his subordinate’s flattery, Siqin smiled and shook his head.
Then he unhurriedly wiped the bronze sword in his hand, a weapon that should not have appeared on the grasslands.
“There’s nothing divine about it. To defeat an enemy, you must first understand them.”
As he spoke, looking at the gleaming blade of the bronze sword in his hand, Siqin couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.
“Those fools don’t even know what they’re up against. How could they possibly have a chance of winning?”
At this point, Siqin’s voice paused.
Sheathing his sword, he set the bronze sword aside.
Then, he actually took out a neatly bound book.
“I had good luck some time ago and captured a literate Central Plains person.”
“I’m currently having him teach me to read.”
“You should all learn these things later too.”
“The more I learn, the more I can feel the power of that Central Plains Emperor.”
“Abucha and his kind are simply no match for that Central Plains Emperor.”
“Once the ice and snow on the grasslands melt, that will probably be their death knell.”
“Before that, I need to seize the opportunity to do something…”
“Calculating the time, Abucha, with his hot temper, should have already taken his men to settle scores with Bileg, right?”
