The prairie has been a world where the strong prey on the weak since ancient times.

There are also differences in the same race, intrigue and deceitful, fighting each other, fighting each other, fighting each other.

Genghis Khan, the hero on the grassland, unified Mongolia and defeated the Southern Song Dynasty and entered the Central Plains.

But the good times didn't last long. Not long after, Zhu Yuanzhang drove out and broke the powerful Mongolian Empire through eight northern expeditions.

The unified Mongolia split into tribes such as Tatars, Urianha, and Oirat. They did not obey each other and often fought for the sake of their interests.

The Oirat was the most powerful one, so naturally they did not take Tatars. Urianha saw it and often formed teams to deprive their animals and people.

Now that winter is approaching, they frequently harasse other people in order to store more wintering substances.

Now, the Oirats extended their robber hands to the Tatars and forced them to the Khan's residence, and the situation was very serious.

In order to maintain the honor of the tribe, to prevent losses from the loss of their own property, and to resist foreign enemies, the men of the Tatar tribe naturally have unshirkable responsibilities and obligations.

All the middle-aged men went, and all that were left were women, children and the elderly.

The strong woman also hangs a quiver on her waist, carries a strong bow on her back, and scimitar on her waist, ready to join the battle at any time.

Those women had seen Qiu Shiyue's power and were all in awe of her. They looked at her from afar and dared not come to get close to her.

Qiu Shiyue thought that the stolen girl might have gone to ask them in a yurt, and maybe she could find out the news and take her back and hand it over to her parents as soon as possible.

She dismounted and walked towards the women who were approaching her with a smile.

Several women whispered to each other in a hurry.

"Sister, hello." She didn't know what the Mongolian sister said, so she communicated with them in Chinese, thinking that they would understand.

After the Mongols entered the Central Plains, Mongols were everywhere, and Chinese dialect was promoted accordingly. Even those who stayed in the local area could still speak some Chinese dialect.

When the women saw her calling her sister, they felt very kind, so naturally they knew that she had no malice and all smiled at each other.

A woman said to her: "Sister, you are so awesome. You have defeated Bayitmuer, the most powerful warrior here."

Qiu Shiyue smiled sweetly and said modestly: "Actually, your warriors are even more powerful. I just want to save people, so I can gain the upper hand in everything."

If it were before, Bayitemur's head would have been cut from his ears. She wanted him to know that he was powerful and no longer embarrassed, so she just cut off his hair just right.

"My sister is so humble." The woman praised, "If we have the ability of our sister, men will not dare to bully us casually."

Other women also felt the same way and nodded to say yes.

Qiu Shuyue chatted with them casually, and inadvertently asked about the girl who was captured.

After hearing this, several women immediately remained silent and all lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Qiu Shiyue knew that they didn't want to - they didn't dare to say it out loud. So they could only stop and talk about other things.

Their talks here attracted more women to join. They envy her appearance, admire her martial arts, and like her words, and the atmosphere of talking with her seemed more harmonious.

When they talked about the lively place, they laughed happily. Just as everyone was talking and talking, the sound of hoofs came from afar.

The women hurriedly stood up and looked at the sound: Chahaqi rode his horse in sweat, and when he arrived at Qiu Shiyue, he quickly rolled off his horse, and knelt down on one knee and said, "Havenly girl, you are very skilled in martial arts. We Khan beg you to help fight the harassment of the Wala people. After the matter is completed, not only will he hand over the girl back to you, but he will also give her a lot of money to thank her."

"What does the disputes on your grassland have to do with me?" Qiu Shiyue said coldly, "You should solve your business yourself. As for the heavy money, I am even less interested."

"I'm saying the wrong thing." Chahaqi slapped himself in the face, "I know that the hero is a saint who regards money as dirt, but we have no other way to thank him. If the hero does not help, the Oirats will win, but they are afraid that blood will flow into rivers on the grassland and bones will be everywhere. I don't think the hero doesn't want to see such a scene."

The women were so scared that their hearts were trembling when they could smell the words "blood" and their bones were everywhere.

The brave Mongols have had the personality of killing people since ancient times. In order to make the other party surrender completely, they often take action to massacre cities and exterminate clans when they win. Not to mention the Oirats, even the Tatars are the same.

Some of those women have witnessed such murder with their own eyes and know the cruelty of the matter and the severity of the situation.

A woman walked quickly to Qiu Shiyue, and suddenly knelt down on both knees, and said with tears in her eyes: "Sister, save us."

Seeing this, the other women knelt down and shouted: "Sister, save us, sister."

"You--" Qiu Shiyue was at a loss when she saw this scene.

When the women saw that she did not agree, some began to cry.

"Sister, get up, get up quickly!" She hurriedly reached out to support her, but the women didn't get up at all.

"I don't know if it can be done now. You guys get up first."

"If you promise, we will get up."

"Okay, I promise you." She is no longer a person with a heart of heart and cannot bear to shed tears when others see them.

, can't listen to others' begging.

The women's tears finally showed smiles on their faces.

"Then let's go." Chahachi also showed joy.

A small hill that stands in the grassland looks very abrupt and eye-catching.

There are a large number of yurts built at the foot of the hill, and this is the place where the Tatar tribe Ali Khan is stationed.

On one side of the hill, five miles away, the two armies fought in a melee, fighting in full swing.

The war horses galloped back and forth, the neighing sounded and the crowds clashed with each other, and the battle was tragic.

The scimitars were flying, the blood was sprayed, and the horse's hooves were pedaled, and the skin was not complete.

The shouts shook the sky, and the screams shocked the ghosts and gods.

Bayitemur was covered in blood, and his scimitar was curled. He joined forces with seven or eight companions to fight against an Oirat warrior.

They hit the ground from the horse's back, and some of them had already fallen to death.

The Oirat warrior was seven feet tall, with a thick waist and a circumference of his hands, his arms were as thick as a big bowl, his feet were as strong as pillars and wood, his head was as big as a bucket, his eyes were like walnuts, and his mouth was so wide that he could swallow a bowl.

The scimitar he used to lengthen and thicken was twice as big as the average one. After chopping and chopping, the Tatars did not dare to touch their edge.

This person was Boyan Temur, the younger brother of the Ola Grand Tutor Yesian. He was tall and powerful and powerful, and made great contributions to the Ola people's territory.

As long as he appears in the battlefield, everything will be invincible, because no one can compete with him.

Bayitemur is the pride of the Tatars, but compared to him, he is much inferior. He and the eight people worked together and were still scarred, which shows how powerful he is.

It was because the other party was strong that he remembered the powerful Qiu Siyue, so he asked Chahaqi to go back and ask others to help.

Above the hill, a brave warrior stood, observing the battle below the hill.

He was Ali Khan. He used the order flag to command the Tatars to deploy troops. At first, there were rules to follow, but with the development of the war, everything was messed up in the melee, and the order flag was useless. The current situation is the only brave to win.

Around the mountain, there were wooden rocks, strong bows and strong gazes, and Tatar warriors stood beside them. If the people below failed, the Oirats would definitely attack the mountain, so they prepared supplies to guard the mountain.

Thousands of women, children and elderly people stayed in the middle, carrying their most precious things, and were worried. They lived such uneasy days all the time, and the cruelty of killing made them worried every day.

The power of the two sides is not very different, and the one with the difference is the leader.

One of Beyan Timur gave many people a headache. He won, and the Tatars could only be killed.

"You will die!" He screamed angrily at the blood-stained Bayitemur, and the big scimitar in his hand was slashed in half with the sound of breaking the wind.

The scimitar of Bayitemur had rolled its blade, and there were several gaps. Naturally, he did not dare to touch it, so he had to hide and avoid it, lying on the ground and rolling towards him, and the scimitar cut his left calf.

When Boyan Timur swung his knife in his hand and killed Bayi Timur's companion, he gently lifted his left leg and let the knife pass.

Bayitemur rolled over one side and rose up, flew into the air, and stabbed the scimitar suddenly on the other party's back.

At this time, Boyan Temur's big scimitar was scratched in front of him, and it was impossible to block it. He heard the sound and determined his position, so his tall body had to move to the left and let him go.

Bayitemur thought he would succeed in one blow, but he didn't expect the other party to dodge easily. He rushed straight to the ground and rolled forward quickly, almost avoiding the fierce step of Boyan Temur's big feet.

"Ah--!" With a scream, a Tatar warrior's arm was cut off by Beyan Timur. When the blood was sprayed, he screamed and hurriedly hid aside.

Boyan Temur waved the big scimitar and made a "whim" sound. With the jingling sound, several weapons were chopped into scrap iron.

"Get out!" As Boyan Timur shouted, a Tatar warrior was kicked away, and he spitted out a mouthful of blood on the ground and lay on the ground and stopped moving.

A Tatar warrior was red in his eyes, risking his life to go straight in, pounced on it, and hugged his right leg from behind.

The others took this opportunity to attack, and all five scimitars stabbed him.

"Looking for death!" Boyan Timur shouted loudly, and the big scimitar swept around. After another crisp sound of broken jade and cracked iron, only half of the remaining blades were left in the hands of the five people.

As his steps moved, the man on the ground was dragged forward. The man was cruel and opened his mouth and bit him on his legs regardless of everything.

"Ah--!" A concentrated pain made Boyan Temur, who had thick skin and thick flesh, scream out in pain. In anger, he swung his knife and stabbed his back.

The knife bleeded, and the man cried out in pain for a long time.

Boyan Temur felt a pain in his right arm, and knew that Bayi Temur took the opportunity to hurt him. He raised his leg and threw the man on the ground away, leaned his body left, and waved his right knife and slashed back.

As the choking sound was heard, Bayitemur's scimitar broke.

Boyan Temur slid his left foot and his body turned rapidly, and cut off Bayi Temur's head with a big scimitar in his hand...
Chapter completed!