In the winter of 588 AD, the Sui Empire launched 510,000 troops and began a massive unification battle. In the first month of the following year, nine armies all crossed the Yangtze River. For a time, the entire Jiangnan land was in storm and the mountains and rivers were red.

At the same time, the places outside the Great Wall, which had been fighting for years, suddenly became quiet. A heavy snow neared before spring froze most of the animals left by the tribes overwinter to death. In order to continue blood, the nations in the Great Wall had to temporarily put aside their hatred and devote all their energy to a super-large-scale spring hunt.

The wild deer who was hungry for a winter was very thin, and the flesh was old and hard. But it was always easier to eat meat and starve to death. Therefore, the leader of the tribe and the young men who had just learned to ride a horse and draw bows. The men of the tribe picked up weapons and ran back and forth in the cold wilderness of spring. Some tribes had good luck and could just stop a whole group of migrating wild deer. Some tribes had very bad luck. They ate all the cheese they carried with them, but they couldn't even find half of the deer hair.

On this day, more than 300 hunters in brown fur were searching hard by the Crescent Lake. Suddenly, someone discovered a strange scene between the world in the distance.

"Sil, Sier Daejin, Khitans, Khitans are here! Khitans are coming to the door!" The scout who was exploring the way forward rushed back and shouted at the top of his throat.

"Fuli, what are you talking nonsense? The Khitans suffered disasters more than us. How can they have the strength to run to our doorstep?!" Among the crowd, a burly man with a circle of gold edges in fur came out from the crowd and questioned the panting scout. He is the patriarch of the tribe, and he uses foreign language as an Ajin, which means his family. But this family is not easy to be a member. In recent years, the tribe's population has been decreasing year by year, and the nomadic range has become narrower and narrower. If the Khitans take advantage of the disaster relief, the Suchu tribe he is located in can disappear forever on the grassland.

"Just right there, just south of the Crescent Lake. Look, look at their green wolf battle flag!" The young scout called Fu Li gasped and cursed hatefully. "I said why can't we catch deer? The damn Khitans broke in and snatched all their prey!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it may not be Khitans!" The tribe's leader Sier Daejin interrupted the young man's complaint again with a scolding voice. The uninvited guest came very quickly, and he also saw the battle flag tall above the visitor's head. On the red bottom, there was a huge dark green wolf head painted on it. It was the symbol of the Khitans five hundred miles away from his tribe. In terms of strength, any Khitan tribe is much stronger than the tribe where Sier is located. After the disaster, the other party suddenly appeared, even if there were only a few more than fifty people, it meant that the tribe where Sier was located was about to fall into a disaster.

"Let's go, fight with them!" The tribal warriors with red eyes raised their weapons and shouted to the sky. The old, young, women and children in the tribe are hungry and cannot show weakness to the invaders. Even if killing these people will cause disaster to the entire tribe, they must draw their swords and defend their right to survive.

"Brothers, follow me!" The young man called Fuli turned his horse's head and rushed to the forefront of the team. But the war horse under his crotch was quickly pulled by another rider who had caught up with him, and the rest were forced to stop their mounts. The tribe's big Ejinsil quickly stepped forward, picked up a battle flag with several white swans, and pointed high towards the sky.

It is a battle flag symbolizing their tribe and the Suchu tribe of the Jun tribe. The white swans flying in line represent dignity and order. Everyone must obey the orders of the flag holder, because he is the headed goose chosen by the Heaven of Changsheng and has the power to determine the direction of the flying of all swans.

"Brothers, don't worry, they are not Khitans!" After stopping the impulsive tribe members, Sier Daejin, who held up the white swan's big flag with one arm, reminded in a deep voice.

"They are not Khitans!" The man who was about the same age as him tightly pulled the reins of the war horse under his crotch.

"Gabule, how do you know that they are not Khitan dog thieves!" Fu Li of Su Chuo's tribe could no longer inspire his companions to attack, and his face was so angry that his blue veins burst out. He was only sixteen years old this year, and he was at the age of excessive qi and blood. He dared not challenge the authority of Da Ai Jin, but he would not take other tribe warriors seriously at all.

"They are not Khitans!" He was called the warriors of the Gabule tribe without any anger and repeated again. "Brothers, look at their hair. Have you ever seen the Khitans with full hair on their heads?"

He was not very loud, but he could be heard by everyone. Everyone looked at it intently and found that the Khitans in front of him were a little strange. As we all know on the grassland, all Khitans like to shave off the hair on their heads and only comb a small braid on their ears and the back of their heads. Many of the invaders were knocked off their skin helmets, but their hair was exposed with black and thick hair.

They were not Khitans, and men from the Khitan tribe would not cherish their hair so much. This group of invaders holding the Khitan Green Wolf Banner were chasing a carriage, and the guards next to the carriage obviously found that the road ahead was blocked by the warriors of Su Chuo's tribe, and had to stop escaping and fall into a tough battle.

It was discovered that the Suchubu warriors holding the white swan flag stopped approaching, pretending that the Khitans became more and more brave as they fought. They were not the Khitan language that the Suchubu warriors could understand, but another kind of ups and downs. Relying on their own, they approached the surrounded carriage several times, but were always repelled by the opponent who was struggling by the carriage.

"Brother, aren't we going to help?" After all, it was the young man's character. Fu Li quickly felt sympathy for the weak and came to Sier Daejin's side to suggest.

"Let's wait a little longer! The people in the carriage are very important. If you save him, you may get a lot of cheese and jerky meat. But you can't go now, and they still have hope of breaking through. We must take action in the most dangerous moments to get more thanks!" Sier shook his head, his light blue pupils instantly contracted, and there seemed to be lightning bolts surging inside.

One, two, three, the guards next to the carriage were cut down one after another. The fake Khitans slowly approached the target. The Khitans were the second largest force on the grassland after the Turks. The invaders did not know that their disguise had been seen through. They wishedly believed that the group of brown-furn shepherds holding the swan flag did not dare to cause trouble. When they cut over the last guard with their long swords and were about to rush onto the carriage, a string of screams suddenly came from the air.

It was the sound of feather arrows! The robber leader who pretended to be a Khitan responded immediately and quickly leaned over to avoid it. But his subordinates did not have time to respond. The shepherds of Su Chuo tribe were ready and shot the robbers off the horse in the first round of volleys. Before the robber leader could recover from the shock, hundreds of herders of Su Chuo were already carrying scimitars and rushing up like the wind.

With only two rounds of rushing, all the robbers were chopped over. The shepherds of Suchu tribe cheered and jumped off their mounts, peeling off the dead's clothes while applying blood from the other party's body to their faces.

The blood of the losers is the honor given to them by immortality. When applied to their faces, they will bless them to be strong forever.

The guards of the carriage were all killed, and all the hunters were killed. The lonely carriage fell among a group of men who ate raw meat and drank blood, like a lost lamb.

Sier Daejin did not join the victor's carnival, and his heart was occupied by curiosity. The carriage in front of him was very delicate, far more than he had seen in his life. Which big tribe's Khan was sitting in such a car? Or the family of a wealthy Khan? If he could get in touch with the other party, would Su Chuobu have the chance to climb a big backer and then endure this famine?

"We have all killed the distinguished guests in the car! The heaven of immortality is above, and Su Chuo's troops will protect the safety of all distinguished guests who entered her territory!" He jumped off his mount, stepped forward slowly, and asked respectfully in the most common Turkic language on the grassland in recent years. However, he received no response.

"The distinguished guest in the car, I, Suchusil, swore to the Heaven of Eternity and would not touch any property that belongs to you. Please come down and make friends!" Sier Daejin was unwilling to give up and changed the Khitan language to invite him again.

A whispering sound came from the carriage, but the door did not open on its own initiative. Su Chuosier, who is worthy of being a leader, quickly fluently spoke out the greetings of the Xi people and Shi Wei people when they met, but the other party looked like a deaf person and ignored them at all.

He was a little angry. Su Chuobu was hospitality, but it did not mean that he could be despised at will. He stretched out his hand and opened the car door suddenly. For a moment, he was stunned on the spot like a dead tree.

"Ah--!" A natural-sounding exclaim instantly came into everyone's ears. The shepherds turned around and then fell as if they were struck by lightning.

What a beautiful woman he was. Sier asked himself how to speak several tribes, but he couldn't find a suitable word to describe it. The herdsmen asked himself that he had seen the most beautiful wild flowers on the grassland, but he could not compare it with one. It was not the beauty on the grassland, the eyes with a little fear and expectation, the skin that was clearer than jade, and the lips that were more delicate than spring flowers were all engraved in everyone's pupils, and could no longer be erased or swept away!

The other party's eyes were black, not like the brown of the Turks, nor like his blue. It was a deep black, like the spring water in the crescent lake under the night sky. Sier felt that he was wrapped in the lake water, and he didn't want to escape or swim, but wanted to immerse himself in it and never woke up after being drunk.
Chapter completed!