Winters knew nothing about what was happening behind him.

All he could do was urge the team to keep walking, walking, walking.

The appearance of the Hud cavalry was like an invisible whip, slapped hard on the back of the Palatus, and the troops' speed suddenly accelerated.

"Centurion Montane." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska summoned Winters to his side with an extremely serious expression: "Take your Centenarians as the vanguard. Control the speed and go slowly."

"Go slowly?"

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska released his right hand for the pulse measurement, pointed to the queue and said, "Now the troops are walking 126 steps a minute. They are afraid, so they will walk so fast. There are still hundreds of kilometers ahead, so what's the use of walking fast for a while?"

"I understand." Winters raised his hand to salute, and then rode his horse and was about to leave.

"Press down the speed and walk at the usual pace."

[Note: Seventy-two steps per minute]

"yes!"

"Go." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska gently patted Winters on the shoulder with a whip.

...

Behind the vanguard, the two reconnaissance cavalry were chasing and fighting in the vast wasteland.

Single-digit encounters compete with equestrian skills, skills and courage.

The Heds carried bows and arrows, while the Paratus's horses were even better. Both sides had casualties, and it was difficult to distinguish between the winner and the loss for a while.

On the Palatu side, before the first batch of messengers returned, the second batch of messengers in Sekhel had already set off, followed by the third batch of messengers.

So, not long after the Bai Shi returned to the Chihe tribe camp, Huiying sent someone to ask him to discuss matters and asked the fire-burning person to come over.

"You go to the tribes to pick up the women and children, uncle." The white lion was dressed neatly, replaced with a horse, and then turned back to the silent and determined leader: "The leaders of the tribes have an appointment with me, so I won't make things difficult for you."

"And then what?"

"Then you take the Eagle Forest Department to escort the women and children northwards and escort them back to the old camp."

"Do you want me to leave here? If the Eagle Forest is not here, how can I share the trophy?"

"You send your tribe members to the old camp and come back, and you can catch up." Bai Shi said calmly and confidently: "Look at it, uncle, there is still a fight to fight."

...

The Palatus' gestures are humbler every time.

When the first batch of messengers came, the conditions for peace talks were to carry weapons and leave the flag - no difference between retreating.

Of course, the leaders of the Hed tribes would not agree.

The conditions for the second batch of envoys have become: the Palatu army carried weapons, flags, and compensation was given based on the losses of the tribes.

The conditions of the third batch of envoys: willing to cede land, pay compensation, and agreed to have ten years of peace, but the Palatu army still had to carry weapons and leave the flag.

The tribes discussed a lot, and the leaders quarreled endlessly.

"What messenger! It's clearly a spy!" The fire-growing man roared, suppressing the voices of the others: "The Palatus bullies the tribes and does not kill the messengers, and then sends people to investigate you and me one after another! Chasing those messengers and killing them all!"

"If you want to kill, you will kill." The leader of the Blackwater tribe showed displeasure.

[Note: The Hed tribes have a tradition of not killing envoys, and Palathu... There were also those in the past]

The fire-growing man glared at the leader of the Blackwater tribe: "This is my Telton tribe family? You don't want to get blood, but you let me kill me?"

"What else do you think? Do you still have to agree? You know that there is a pit ahead, but you still have to jump in?" The new leader of the war [the eater] patted his thighs and scolded the leaders: "The minds of the two legs are as curved as the intestines of sheep. What should you talk to them? They ran away all the way, without food or drinking, and should send troops to attack them. How can you sit here and not move?!"

A leader agreed, "Yes! We were sitting in the felt tent, but the tribesmen hugged each other to keep warm. They rushed over and didn't know how many horses died. One day earlier, our losses would be smaller. There were at least 30,000 troops from various tribes. If we combined our troops to attack, how could we not be able to defeat the two-legged people?"

When the Hed tribes went on a battle in winter, their horses first lost weight, and when they fell to their ribs, they showed up one by one, and finally died inexplicably.

In order to arrive as soon as possible, they didn’t even bring a few tents, and it was not an exaggeration to hold each other to keep warm.

One or two days can be overcome, but over time, the iron-clad man will get sick from freezing.

The sooner the Palatu army was defeated, the less the losses the Hed tribes suffered.

The fire-growing man was not willing to be outdone, so he immediately turned back: "I want to ask you, do you still jump in even though you know it is a trap? Don't you figure out what the person on both legs wants to do, but you have to act like a blind cow?"

"The guy who has thrown away the golden men of heaven sacrifice is not qualified to talk to me." The eater replied.

The fire-growing person stood up silently and suddenly rushed towards the eater like a bear.

The two grabbed each other's robes, and the other leaders took a lot of effort to separate them.

Gray eyes comforted the two: "You might as well send a few bright eyes to follow the messenger of the two-legged people back to explore their reality."

The white lion sat in the corner without saying a word.

The little lion sat behind the white lion with disdain on his face.

When the eater saw these two people, he pointed at the white lion and asked, "White lion, you called us here. Why don't you speak? You say!"

"I don't listen to all the tribes, so it's better not to say it."

"How do you know I don't listen?" The eater was furious.

"Okay!" The white lion patted the little lion: "Give me that tapestry."

The little lion stood up and left, and soon returned to the felt tent with the curly blanket.

It is not a blanket with wool that is common in Heard's homes, but a blanket wool woven.

The blanket slowly unfolded in the center of the felt tent, with one person's length and width, and a map was embroidered with gold thread.

Map, this is something amazing.

Now that the territories of various tribes are limited, the map is remembered in my mind and there is no need to draw it.

The large maps of the Que Ye Khan era were treasured by the leaders of various tribes and were treasures that were not for outsiders to see.

"Open the skylight!" The guards outside the gray eyes made an order.

The leather covered on the tent was removed, and the sunlight shone into the felt tent and threw it onto the map.

The leaders surrounded the map and were careful not to step on the map.

"Isn't this Galan Lake?" A leader narrowed his eyes and pointed to a corner of the map.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Galan Lake is far away to the west, and the tribes living there are all savages in the eyes of Hed tribes, and they are called "Wild Hed".

"This is a map drawn by the Palathu people." The white lion said word by word: "It reaches Jinding Mountain in the south, the Zhaoyin Mountain in the north, the Zhuwang Fort in the east, and the Galan Lake in the west.

You are here to fight for power, but you don’t know that the Palatus people have long been thinking about how to destroy you and me. If you don’t work together, one day the fires of the various tribes will be trampled and destroyed by the Palatus people, and the heads of the various tribes will be spread out like ashes of the furnace."

The leaders of the tribes remained silent.

"That's all I have to say." The white lion sat back on her original position.

The healthy eater stepped on the map, turned angrily, pointed at the white lion and asked, "What do you think you should do?"

"I only have one sentence." Bai Shi replied calmly: "Since you have recommended the healthy foodies as the leader of the war, you will listen to the healthy foodies. He asked the tribes to tide on the sea of ​​fire, and the tribes to tide on the sea of ​​fire. He asked the tribes to climb the snow mountain, and the tribes to tide on the mountain."

There was an uproar under the dome, and the leaders of the tribes wanted to hear this answer.

"Although the Palatus people quarreled in war. But once the military order is issued, everyone will no longer have any words and only listen to the military order to rush. Even if the military order is wrong, they will be implemented as expected. Therefore, the Palatus people can defeat twice or three times the Hed. If you and I can't do it, they will be beaten forever." Bai Shi's tone was firm: "Since you recommend the eater, you must listen to him, that's it!"

The other leaders said nothing, and the little lion looked dissatisfied.

"Okay! That's it!" The fire-growing man roared: "But if you give the order to let the Terdun tribe die, I will not obey it! The healthy eater!"

"I agree, too." Gray eyes nodded.

The leaders of the tribes made a noise and agreed to obey the orders of the healthy eaters.

"If you will obey me," the eater shouted: "I will join me."

Whenever the Heds discussed the big talk, the senators drank a glass of wine together to show that they had no other intentions, and that was a cup of wine.

The merging of the cup is a ceremony that declares the end of the grand discussion. Those who eat healthy should merging of the cup now, which is obviously not in line with the rules.

"Yes." Bai Lion stood up and was the first to agree.

The guards brought in the strong wine, and the leaders of the tribes first told the gods and began to take turns drinking and swear.

"You are not a great khan yet. If you assassinate the Terdun tribe, I will not obey you." The last one of the fire-growing masters, he said this with a bitter taste before drinking the strong wine to complete the ceremony.

So the healthy eaters followed the tradition of the Hud people and divided the Hud parts into two wings and one army.

The Suz tribe and the eastern part of the sea were central troops, the Terdun tribe and the Chihe tribe were the right wing, and the other tribes merged into the left wing.

The healthy eaters also knew that the Hud tribes were a piece of loose sand, and a tribe could still command it, but many tribes could not implement too complicated military orders.

"When you go back tonight, you will be able to pull out your camps. Tomorrow, when the two legs of the legs march." The healthy eaters ordered the leaders of the tribes: "The central army attacks their central army, the right wing attacks their defenders, and the left wing attacks their forwards. The tribes work together, and they will definitely not be able to withstand you and me."

The healthy eaters were still arguing for a reunion time, and the outsider cavalry suddenly came to report that the Palatus was burning the camp and had fled overnight.

"Everyone is going back quickly to order all the troops!" The eater made a quick decision: "Patient the two legs, don't let them escape!"

The leaders dispersed in response and walked out of the felt tent.

Outside the felt tent, everyone in the eastern part of the sea was also hanging strings, wearing armor, and preparing horses.

The people and horses were neighing in the camp, which was very lively.
To be continued...