"Captain, what you said is right. In the war with the Han people in all dynasties, our grassland warriors and the people of Changshengtian lost. For this reason, countless warriors buried their bones in a foreign land and were unable to return to the embrace of Changshengtian."

The clan leader looked at the King of Xiqiang and listened to his words as if he was showing weakness, but he was not at all happy.

He knew that the King of Xiqiang had not finished speaking yet.

Even if the clan leader was a dozen or twenty years older than him, he would not dare to look down on the tribe who was expelled from the tribe during his youth because of rebellion and then robbed his position back with his wrist and iron blood after he became an adult, he would not dare to look down on him at all.

This is a lion.

The most ferocious and powerful lion on the Qiang grassland.

Even though the clan leader has a lot of power, he does not want to directly confront the King of Xiqiang.

The clan leader bowed to the King of Xiqiang and lowered his head to express his obedience.

The King of Xiqiang admired the attitude of the clan leader very much. He stood up from the throne, walked all the way, and gradually walked in front of the clan leader.

"The inability of our ancestors to defeat the Han people does not mean that we cannot defeat the Han people. We are the people of immortality!"

The King of Xiqiang seemed to be giving a speech, and his eyes spread from the face of the clan leader to the prince of Xiangli to the tribes, and to the tribe leaders and tribal warriors.

The King of Xiqiang's eyes were not very enthusiastic, nor did he have much murderous aura, but where the King of Xiqiang's eyes were swept across, whether it was the high-ranking clan leader, the extremely brave Xiangli Prince, or the tribal warriors who advocated martial arts.

They all lowered their proud heads.

He lowered his head to express obedience, to obey, and to express his admiration for the king.

Just like among the wolves, the attitude of the wolf toward the wolf king is like.

The King of Western Qiang is the king of the wolf people like Qiang.

The King of Xiqiang was very satisfied with the reactions of these people. He spread his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a passionate tone:

“We are the sons of the grassland,

It is the darling of immortality,

It is the son of the gods.

The eagle disappeared in the sunset of the grassland.

It started from the clamped blood in the hands and passed through the youth.

Blind bushes, its sounds have been heard since the false, unkind civilization,

Keep rushing on weathered city blocks or grasslands with wild beasts.

The place where the sunset goes west again—

The wind pulls the spears of the tribe,

Thirty lively women, drunken night

At first it was like silk, a happy dance that was kicked out by horse's hooves

Stiff and rough, it looks like it is really destructive

Hellfire or ranch,

The dead bodies are everywhere in the land of God and Allah,

Silent, tasteless, dreamless, shadowless, illusionless, sentient beings without all realms,

The red ones are blood, and the green ones are grass...

White is the woman's repeated wipes by goat's breasts.

We are the warriors of the grassland,

The shame of our ancestors needs to be washed away.

For cattle and sheep,

For women,

For glory,

For the omnipotent immortality,

We must use the sword in our hands,

Split the shame,

Win glory,

Let your name me,

I will be remembered forever by the Heaven of Eternity!”

The King of Western Qiang is worse than talking about it.

He sang out the poems in a chanting way.

When the last syllable of the King of Xiqiang fell, the tent was very quiet.

The needle can be heard.

But then, countless sounds sounded.

Huh huh huh huh huh ~

This is the rapid breathing of the warriors, who were deeply moved by the speech and chanting of the King of Xiqiang.

The shame of our ancestors needs to be washed away, and the glory of immortality needs to be achieved with the sword in our hands.

"For cattle and sheep, for women, for glory, for omnipotent immortality, kill and kill!"

For a moment, countless sounds sounded in the tent, and almost all the warriors were blushing. They roared hard, and their veins were revealed.

The Prince of Xiangli looked at the King of Xiqiang, and his eyes were filled with admiration.

His father has always been his role model.

He wanted to be someone who missed his father.

Among all the fanatics, two were so calm that they were a little out of place.

Especially the grand patriarch, his face was completely dark.

He wanted to refute the words of the King of Xiqiang, but he knew that this would not work.

It's not that it can't, but it can't.

The words of the King of Xiqiang attracted the hearts of these warriors. If I questioned the King of Xiqiang at this time, I could imagine what I would end up with.

Those tribal warriors will definitely tear themselves apart, regardless of whether they are the chief clan or not.

The King of Xiqiang has mastered the general trend.

In such a situation, he had no other way but to remain silent.

But silence does not mean that the clan leader accepts his fate, and he does not accept his fate.

As the chief of the clan, he was responsible for all matters in this tribe, especially trade with the Han people.

Because of him, the tribe has a steady stream of wine and silk utensils, and even many Han women have obtained it.

Especially recently, I have done a big deal and got more than just wine, silk, and Han women.

What I got was the Han people's iron sword and the Han people's armor.

When you know the world, you will feel that you are insignificant.

Obviously, the clan leader also felt this way. He had already had great fear of the Han people before.

His brother and his father all died at the hands of the Han people and had not even had time to return to the grassland.

And he himself almost died on the land of the Han people.

Especially when he got the elite armor and swords of the Han people, his fear of the Han people was even more unreducible.

If he is younger, he will naturally be fearless and will be as passionate as these warriors.

But he is no longer a young man.

He is the chief clan.

Even the King of Xiqiang could not match the treasures he had in his hands. The number of women he had in his hands was even greater than that of the King of Xiqiang.

Even without cattle and sheep, he would not starve to death.

Those who starve to death are just poor tribe members, and these tribe members are gone, and they are gone.

If a war with the Han people begins, the trade with the Han people will naturally not be continued, and the trade cannot continue, and naturally the silk and wine of the Han people will not be obtained.

What scares the clan even more is that.

As the chief of the clan, he wanted to lead troops to invade the land of the Han people.

He was afraid, he was afraid of death.

So no matter what, he wouldn't let this war happen.

Even by bleeding.

The chief's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be thinking about some conspiracy.

Another calm person is Prince Tuoba, the second prince of the Western Qiang King.

He and Prince Xiangli can be said to be two extremes.

As a prairie prince, he does not have a strong body and looks weak, so he can't even beat the women on the prairie.

But his status among the Qiang people is not low.

It is not only because his mother is the favorite woman of the King of Xiqiang, the Daque clan of the tribe, and a Han woman, but more because of his own abilities.

When it comes to conspiracies, princes from the ten prime ministers are not as good as Prince Tuoba.

Those grassland warriors may not like Prince Tuoba, but they will never provoke Prince Tuoba.

Compared to provoking poisonous snakes, the grassland warriors prefer to provoke tigers.
Chapter completed!