Chapter 123 Sobud's Revenge (Part 1)

North of the Yellow River, south of Yinshan Mountain, southwest of the Hetao Plain, the Helekin Grassland. This vast and abundant grassland was not called the Helekin Grassland before, and perhaps it had no name at all. However, after the Tatar Helekin tribe migrated here and took root here, this grassland was named by Helekin.

Among the many Tatar tribes, the Hellerjin tribe was obviously not the strongest, and even ranked second-rate. When the Hellerjin tribe was the strongest, the total number of cavalry did not exceed 20,000, of which the number of elite cavalry was no more than 10,000. The total number of cavalry in the entire Tatar tribe was estimated to be hundreds of thousands.

However, in the south of Yinshan, the Hellerjin tribe was relatively strong. At the beginning, the Tatars did not care much about the areas south of Yinshan. The first to move were small tribes that lived unsatisfactory north of the desert. There were no tigers in the mountains, monkeys called kings, and the Hellerjin tribe seemed more prominent.

In the morning, the warm sunshine fell on the grass tips, reflecting colorful light. The whole grassland seemed very quiet, with only the sound of the breeze blowing. Under the blue sky and white clouds, groups of horses, cattle and sheep were eating grass leisurely. Occasionally, one or two elks appeared from the grass and disappeared quickly.

"Da da da da!"

Suddenly, from the northeast corner of the grassland, the sound of horse hooves came.

As the sound of horse hooves became closer and closer, a tall and maroon-red horse seemed to go crazy and flew across the grassland. The rapid sound of horse hooves alarmed the nearby animals, and they all fled in panic. There were only herds of horses, cattle and sheep, without any feeling, and were still eating grass quietly and leisurely.

The person who was riding a horse turned a blind eye to everything around him. He just whipped his horse's butt desperately, allowing the horse to continue to accelerate, and continue to accelerate, until the limit of the horse's galloping. It seemed that he wanted to use the extreme speed, the cold wind blowing towards him, and use everything that quickly retreated around to wash away everything he suffered.

The person on the horse was Sobud, the eldest prince of the Hellekin tribe. If Xu Xingxia saw Sobud at this time, he might not be able to recognize it. After a while, the poor Prince Sobud had no such demeanor and demeanor as the prince. Now he has fluffy hair and a beard, and is no different from a madman.

In fact, Sobud wishes he was really a lunatic. If he was really a lunatic, others wouldn't blame him much. Isn't this normal for a lunatic to lose a battle? But he was not a lunatic, but he was driven crazy by others. After escaping from the south, Sobud was caught by other senior officials of the tribe and almost asked him to commit suicide on the spot to apologize.

Sobud, who seemed to have entered a state of madness, tried hard to urge the war horse and ran forward desperately. His mind was blank and he didn't think of anything. It was not until the war horse could not run at all that he gasped and came down from the horse's back. At this time, he had already run to the edge of the grassland and entered the desert area. However, he still couldn't vent himself completely. He ran wildly in the desert with barefoots.

Sobud was indeed going crazy. Last time, he went south with a lot of confidence to avenge his younger brother, but he was accidentally beaten back in shame by Xu Xingxia. The sixty or seventy Tatar cavalry he brought with him finally only four or five successfully returned, and all the others died under the butcher knife of the Ming army.

If the survivors had not come back, he might be better, and might be able to lie and deceive him. No one knew the truth of the failure. But these people came back and told the truth of the failure to others. In the end, almost all the senior leaders of the Hellerkin tribe knew. As a result, Sobud was immediately tragic.

It is conceivable that he would suffer from a cold eye in the tribe. Among the Tatars, the losers have never been able to get mercy. Originally, the relationship between some senior officials in the tribe and Hellerkin was a bit subtle. They didn't want Hellerkin to continue to dominate the family and wanted to share more power. Sobd just gave them this opportunity. Of course, they had to seize the opportunity and fight against Sobder desperately, thus shaking Hellerkin's status as the leader. Those people almost made no public proposal to abolish his inheritance status of the eldest prince.

Even his father Hellekin didn't dare to defend his son. In front of everyone, he cursed his eldest son and his saliva splashed on Sobud's face. When he was furious, Hellekin even pulled out his golden waist knife, raised it high, and wanted to kill his son with one knife. Fortunately, the person next to him was pulling it, otherwise Sobud would have been hacked to death.

The customs of the Tatars are the same as those of most Mongolians. The names of small tribes are basically named after the names of the heads (that is, the leaders of the tribe), unless they are large tribes with special names such as Tumot, Halashen, and Korqin. For example, Helekin is now the leader of the tribe, and this tribe is called the Helekin tribe.

If Sobud can inherit the tribe leader, then the Hellekin tribe can be renamed the Sobud Tribe. This is a very glorious thing. Sobud has always believed that if he inherits the position of chief, he can do better than his father and will definitely make the Sobud Tribe stronger.

However, this thing that seemed easy was disturbed by Xu Xingxia, and nothing was left. Sobud, who fell from heaven to hell, had a conceivable hatred towards Xu Xingxia. He even believed without doubt that if he caught Xu Xingxia, he would definitely eat him raw.

"Xu Xingxia!"

"I'm not finished with you!"

Sobud roared hysterically at the desert.

He suddenly pulled out the scimitar from his waist and cut the sand on the ground desperately. The sand was cut out a crack and healed again. He waved the knife frantically and continued to cut open. This cycle continued until he tossed himself to the point of not having any strength. Sobud was leaning against the sky and fell on his back in the desert, dying, as if he was about to die.

It was not until the evening when the sun set and the desert was dark that Sobude returned on his horse. Compared to the previous galloping, when he came back, he was almost lying on the back of the horse. If he hadn't acted occasionally, he would have thought he was a dead person. Some wolves even took him attention and followed him quietly.

As a result, the wolves were all tragic. The angry Sobud hated Xu Xingxia, but he had no choice but to do anything to Xu Xingxia, so he vented all his anger on the wolves. He did not dare to fight Xu Xingxia alone, but it was easy to deal with some wild wolves. Along the way, he didn't know how many wild wolves had been shot to death, and finally he almost vented his anger in his heart.

In order to avoid Sobd being impacted by other figures in the tribe, Hellerkin specially allowed his eldest son to live in a relatively remote place so as to stay away from the public's sight. Although he was a little disappointed with his son and felt a little humiliated, the father was a father after all, and the son was a son after all, and the father-son relationship could not be left behind. Hellerkin had one son who was killed and could not push another son into the fire pit.

"Big Prince!"

Suddenly, Sobud heard someone calling him.

He hurriedly turned around and saw a young man appearing near him. The other party's hair was very strange, and all around were shaved, leaving only a small strand in the middle of the head, braided into a long braid and drooping backwards. When he was galloping, the braids behind him would be blown up from time to time, as if a tail was growing behind his head.

Sobude vaguely remembered that this was the hairstyle of the Liaodong Jurchen people. The person in front of him came from Liaodong. It was not very long for him to come to the Hellejin tribe. However, he had good abilities and was obedient, and was soon valued by Hellejin. However, Sobude always felt that this person's arrival in the Hellejin tribe seemed not as simple as he saw on the surface.

"Hab?"

Sobud said a little surprised.

Hab was not his subordinate, but his father's confidant. In the past, Sobd and Hab did not have much contact. Sobd felt that Hab's origin was unknown and could not be reused. Hab never took the initiative to please him. Now, what is Hab doing here? Could it be that his father could not withstand the pressure of others and wanted to formally abolish his heir status? If that were the case, he really would not have the chance to turn the tables.

"Big Prince, we have received some useful information." Habz came immediately and said to Sobud. This Hab was burly, thick and long hands and feet, and was quite sharp in his archery skills, but when he spoke, he was soft and sound, as if he was always lacking in energy. If he was in the Central Plains, Sobud would definitely suspect that the other party was a eunuch.

"What information?" Sobud was in a bad mood and didn't think about Hab's words carefully. Now he was full of his mind and wanted to seek revenge on Xu Xingxia. He was too lazy to pay attention to any news that had nothing to do with Xu Xingxia.

"It was the information brought from the south." Hab said softly.
Chapter completed!