Chapter 496
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Chapter 496: The Turn of Events (2)
On the grasslands, the wind and snow whipped ever more fiercely.
Yet, Batel, holding his father’s corpse and sitting blankly in the snow, remained motionless as if he felt nothing.
“Batel.”
Hearing the familiar voice, Batel’s gaze shifted slightly.
He looked at the middle-aged man standing beside him, his mouth parting a few times before a hoarse voice emerged.
“Uncle Mobigan…”
Seeing Batel’s distraught appearance, Mobigan sighed inwardly.
“Brother is dead, he has already returned to the embrace of ‘Tengri.’ From now on, you are the new chief of the Khanar tribe. You must pull yourself together, act like a man.”
Mobigan’s reminder brought a pained expression to Batel’s face.
His facial muscles, frozen by the wind and snow, appeared particularly contorted.
Watching Batel’s anguished look, Mobigan’s face also showed a hint of pain.
He had no children, so he had always raised Batel as his own.
But now, it seemed that his brother and he had been far too protective of Batel in the past.
This child was indeed exceptionally talented and brave.
But no matter how good the talent, without experiencing hardship and setbacks, how could he shoulder great responsibilities?
Regretting this, Mobigan subconsciously shifted his gaze to his brother Bileg’s corpse.
This glance, however, revealed something unusual to him.
“Batel, brother seems to be clutching something in his hand.”
Hearing this, a noticeable change appeared on Batel’s face.
His gaze instinctively dropped to his father’s hands.
Indeed, one of his hands was clutching something.
After a moment of remorse, Batel carefully pried open his father’s stiff fingers and took out the item that had been clutched in his hand.
“This is… animal hide?”
Clutching the fragmented piece of hide, a hint of confusion flashed in Batel’s eyes.
He tried to unfold the hide and spread it on the snow.
Mobigan, standing nearby, saw it clearly and immediately spoke.
“There seems to be some pattern on this hide.”
Batel didn’t respond; he also saw the pattern on it. However, this pattern was clearly only a part of something larger.
With such a small piece, it was difficult for him to immediately determine what the full pattern on the hide was.
“Animal hide, pattern…”
On the grasslands, there was only one type of pattern that would be drawn on animal hide: the totems of various tribes!
The grassland people would use animal hide to make flags.
Besides their shared deity, ‘Tengri,’ they would also paint the totems worshipped by their respective tribes on them.
In other words, this should be part of a certain totem.
Given this premise, there were very few tribes powerful enough to attack their Khanar tribe and slaughter his kin.
Thoughts raced through Batel’s mind.
The totem patterns of the various tribes among the five major tribes continuously flashed in his mind, comparing them to the piece of totem he held.
Suddenly, as if something clicked, Batel’s fists clenched tightly.
“It’s the Sunite tribe’s totem!!”
Mobigan’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.
After all, he was more than 20 years older than Batel.
His life experience was clearly far richer than Batel’s.
He instinctively felt that something was not quite right.
“Batel, I think…”
Just as he was about to say something, a person ran up, their face panicked.
“No, no, something bad’s happened! Abucha, the chief of the Sunite tribe, is bringing a lot of men towards us!”
Hearing this, Batel immediately became enraged, a sneer twisting his lips as he laughed.
“Perfect timing! Assemble the men, everyone prepare for battle!”
As he spoke, Batel, filled with murderous intent, was about to rush off.
Mobigan, seeing this, quickly pulled him back.
“Batel, calm down. I think something’s off about this. After all, why would the Sunite tribe attack our tribal camp?”
“The blizzard hit, and everyone’s short on grain. What’s the difference whose grain they plunder? All the cattle, sheep, and horses in the camp are gone, and Father was clutching a piece of their totem before he died. What’s not to be off about that?!”
Batel’s words left Mobigan unable to refute.
Watching Batel prepare to lead his men out of the camp, Mobigan sighed heavily, and ultimately gritted his teeth and followed.
Meanwhile, on the other side…
Abucha was also rapidly approaching the Khanar tribe’s camp with his tribal forces.
This time, he only brought 300 men.
After all, this wave was merely to demand an explanation from Bileg.
Having the other party compensate with some cattle and sheep would suffice; he had no intention of starting a war with the Khanar tribe.
Bringing too many men would easily lead to misunderstandings.
As a chief for so many years, he at least had that much sense.
However, as he approached the outskirts of the Khanar tribe, a strong smell of blood directly hit him in the face.
“What’s going on? Why is there such a strong smell of blood here at the Khanar tribe?”
As Abucha was thinking this, a dense sound of hooves came from the distance.
At this moment, Batel, whose entire chest was filled with rage and hatred, would not be polite with them.
He directly led the Khanar tribe’s remaining 500-plus men, galloping wildly and charging towards Abucha and his group, who had already entered his sight!
Abucha and the others, having no idea what was happening, immediately turned pale.
In the current situation, they naturally couldn’t sit by and wait for death.
Seeing the large and powerful enemy force, Abucha quickly ordered a retreat.
Regardless, they had to retreat to their own tribal territory first.
However, Batel, who was currently boiling with rage, clearly wouldn’t let them off easily.
“Trying to run? Chase them!!”
Batel roared, his target was clear, and he pursued Abucha directly.
Considering their age, Abucha and Bileg were of the same generation; Abucha was only 2 or 3 years younger than Bileg.
Having aged, his horsemanship had long since deteriorated, so how could he be a match for Batel?
Ultimately, if this matter hadn’t been about demanding an explanation from Bileg, he would never have come in person.
After all, people their age would no longer personally go to the battlefield.
“Die for me!”
The distance between them quickly closed.
After a chase, Batel’s long spear suddenly thrust out.
The spear strike was swift and brutal.
Before the opponent could even react, it had already pierced through Abucha’s throat.
Abucha, his eyes wide in disbelief, died with his eyes open.
His once robust body fell directly from the horse’s back.
Even in death, his eyes were still filled with shock, rage, and bewilderment.
Meanwhile, on the other end, a cavalry unit had also quietly approached the outskirts of the Sunite tribe…
