?The King of Xiqiang sat on the throne. At this time, the sky was gloomy and the thin spring rain would not disturb the marching and war, but the little raindrops fell on the armor and clothes, and there were always some discomforts.

It always makes people a little crazy when it rains, just like the King of Xiqiang at this moment, his face was as gloomy as the sky outside.

If you want to be more vivid, it is that the face of the King of Xiqiang is like the sky outside the big tent, and those eyes are like the cold wind carried by spring rain, which makes people tremble and wake up in an instant.

In the big tent, even the clan leader was timid at this time, for fear that the Western Qiang King would be furious.

The anger of the King of Xiqiang has been seen by everyone present, so naturally he doesn't want his anger to be released on him.

It was already late at night, and the golden swords and iron horses in my ears had already gone away.

Xiu Mausoleum was captured, but the people in the city were not killed, and some fish escaped. This is also the reason why the King of Xi Qiang was angry. He spent such a huge price to massacre all the Han people in Xiu Mausoleum and to wash away the three counties of Liangzhou.

The price he paid was 50,000 Qianghu warriors.

This is the life of 50,000 people, and this bone has not been gnawed down yet.

"It's a great humiliation!"

The King of Xiqiang snorted coldly and kicked the table in front of him.

When others saw such a Western Qiang king, they didn't dare to say anything, so they lowered their heads directly.

At this time, the high priest knew that it was time to remain silent, let alone other people.

However, someone still needs to stand up.

Even if the clan leader didn't want to stand out at this time, he had to leave this as he was.

He stepped up in a small step, looking a little cautious.

"In fact, it is no longer important whether my king will kill all the Han people in Xiu Massacre, because the news given to us by that guest is wrong. There are more than just these troops in the three counties of Liangzhou. Even if my king will kill all the Han people in Xiu Massacre, it will not change the overall situation at all."

The King of Xiqiang snorted coldly and said, "The message that the guest gave us may be wrong, but the more wrong one is ourselves."

The King of Xiqiang stood up, his huge eyes were like hungry wolves, staring at the clan leader fiercely with a fierce light.

"If we killed all the Han people in Xiumao City within one day, and the waste from Xiangliu also defeated Guzang in one day, our situation would not be like this. Is the news of that guest wrong? Yes, if we could do it according to our plan, the three counties of Liangzhou would have been under our iron hooves, but why aren't they under our iron hooves now?"

The question from the King of Xiqiang did not mean to ask the people in the big tent to answer. He immediately said, "Because you are all hollowed out by the women of Xianbei!"

The angry look of the King of Xiqiang made the tent very quiet. After the King of Xiqiang took a few breaths, the clan leader dared to speak out.

"My King, it's useless to say this now. The prince in the prime minister was besieged by the Han people and was in danger. Although we were not attacked by the Han people, we also suffered heavy casualties. My King cannot continue like this."

The King of Xiqiang stepped forward step by step and looked directly at the clan leader. The leader of Xiqiang did not dare to look at the King of Xiqiang, and quickly lowered his head.

"We can't go on like this, Grandpa, tell me, what should I do at this time? Should I retreat? And return to the grassland in shame?"

The clan leader swallowed a saliva, and the man took a step back first, lowered his head, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

"Report to my king, we have also plundered a lot of food, grass and clothing in Wuwei, and captured a lot of Han people. Even if we go back, our tribe members will not endure hunger. Have our king forgotten that we did not declare war with the Han people in Liangzhou, but came to rob food?"

Not declaring war with the Han people?

The King of Xiqiang stepped forward again and reached out to grab the clan leader's clothes.

Although the clan leader Re was fat, the Western Qiang King was born with divine power. With a force of his hand, the clan leader's huge body was actually suspended in the air.

The clothes strangled the patriarch's neck, causing the latter's breathing to become a little rapid and his face was red.

"My King, what are you doing?"

"do what?"

The King of Xiqiang sneered, but his hand did not let go.

"Captain, I remember when you and I were young, you competed with me for the title of the number one warrior of the tribe. At that time, you killed the Han people like mowing grass, without any fear or hesitation, but look at what you are now, what is the difference between you and the cattle and sheep to be slaughtered on the grassland? Can you still take up weapons and fight with the enemy?"

When the King of Western Qiang said this, the head of the clan's face turned red.

This is blushing!

At this time, the anger in the head of the clan leader overshadowed his awe and fear of the King of Xiqiang. His plump body used force to break free from the control of the King of Xiqiang.

When he was young, he and the King of Xiqiang also had a return, but after that, the King of Xiqiang took the throne, so he naturally had no right to be an enemy of the king.

Although the clan leader was scared by the Han people these days, this does not mean that he can't take up the knife.

"I admit that my king said I was afraid of the Han people. The Han people were tolerant and the Han people were strong. It was not embarrassing that I was afraid of the Han people. But my king said that I could not take up the knife, which was a humiliation to me."

Seeing the angry look of the clan leader, the King of Xiqiang also smiled, but this was just being laughed at by anger.

"Ugate, do you think I dare not kill you?"

By this time, the clan leader became tough.

"Balhu, of course I know you dare to kill me, but I, Ugate, are not afraid of death."

"Okay, you still have the courage."

The King of Xiqiang walked to the knife holder, took out a golden scimitar, and threw it to the chief of the clan. The chief of the clan took over the golden scimitar, but his eyes were still staring at the King of Xiqiang.

The King of Xiqiang threw the scimitar to the clan leader, and he also took another knife on the knife holder. The style was no different from the one in the clan leader's hand.

"Okay, since you claim to be a warrior and can still hold up the knife, then, now, you use the knife in your hand to gesture with me, let me see how much pounds you have."

After the King of Xiqiang said this, the clan leader unsheathed the scimitar and put a pose, which seemed to be really going to have a fight with the King of Xiqiang.

The King of Xiqiang threw the scabbard away and held the scimitar step by step towards the clan leader.

The high priest and the leaders of various tribes made sufficient space for the King of the Western Qiang and the Chief of the clan.

Qiang and Hu advocate the strong, which is also the difference between nomadic people and farming people.

If this happens to the farming ethnic group and the Han court, the first thing the ministers do is to come and persuade the fight.

But among the nomadic peoples, they have to fight with real swords and guns. No one dares or wants to come forward to stop them.

Only warriors can always sit in the king's position.

The clan leader tightened his hand holding the scimitar. Seeing the King of Xiqiang slowly moving forward, he subconsciously swallowed.

The steps of the Western Qiang King were very steady.

Step by step, step by step, step by step.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and finally it was a distance that could be swung.

At this distance, the patriarch knew that he could not wait anymore, so he took a step forward and the scimitar shook forward ruthlessly.

In fact, a scimitar is a sword for horse battles, and in the case of infantry battles, it is best to use a straight knife.

Cavalry mainly relies on impact to kill and injure enemy soldiers. After cutting into the enemy's body, the scimitar can use arc to remove the corpse to reduce the loss of impact and increase combat power from the side. Therefore, the scimitar is the main weapon of cavalry.

For a straight knife, although it has stronger armor-breaking ability, it is easy to get stuck in the bones. Once time is delayed, your life may be lost.

Of course, there is actually no difference between using a scimitar or using a straight knife in the duel at this time.

The clan leader took a step forward, and the King of Xiqiang paused and his body tilted, cleverly avoiding the clan leader's stroke, but the clan leader's attack did not stop this time.

The scimitar stab was just a false move. The King of Xiqiang tilted his body, and the clan leader controlled his body, tilted his body, and the sword was slashed towards the King of Xiqiang.

The King of Xiqiang's face has not changed from beginning to end.

After turning to it, I can no longer adjust my body for a short time.

However, I also have a scimitar in my hand.

In the eyes of the clan leader, the scimitar in the hand of the King of Xiqiang was definitely to block his attack, but what the clan leader did not expect was that the King of Xiqiang did not do so.

He did not choose to defend, but chose to attack, and came toward his neck.

This is a must-kill with one blow, just like a jackal in the grassland. Once you attack, you will let your prey die.

The clan leader thought quickly in his heart. According to the trajectory of his sword, he would definitely be able to seriously injure or even kill the King of Xiqiang.

But in the end, I would die with him.

Should I choose to die or live?

This thinking was completed in a very short time, but it cannot be said to be thinking.

In such a short time, people often only instinctively direct their actions.

That is, when the King of Xiqiang cut his sword at his neck, the clan leader chose to live instead of dying together.

With a clang, the scimitar attacked, and both of them took two steps back.

Although there was no blood in the scimitar attack, the winner was decided.

The clan leader lowered his head. Although the battle had just begun, he knew he had lost.

It’s not that I lose because my sword skills are not as good as the King of the Western Qiang, but because my mind and nature are lost.

Can you still be afraid of death and fear of death?

No more!

Perhaps, he was right.

I am no longer a warrior.

The clan leader fell down like a soul-losing person.
To be continued...