Before dawn, everyone had already started to prepare.

There are no more loose herds of horses near the hunting circle, and the horses are all immersed in chewing and adding food; the hunters check their bows and arrows one by one, and sharpen the arrows again and again.

When the first ray of sunlight fell on Qingqiu, hunters from all groups rushed out of the camp and spontaneously gathered towards the hunting ground.

The sound of hooves is like thunder, the sun is blocked by smoke, the hounds are barking, and the war horses are neighing.

"Ms. Navarre, please do not take dangerous actions." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz politely expressed concern: "You are not frightened, are you?"

"Don't worry." Anna replied with a smile. She didn't feel scared, just felt pity.

Just hearing the sound of rolling hooves, Anna seemed to see the spectacular sight of thousands of horses galloping like huge waves.

However, as part of the huge wave, Anna could only see a dozen flaps of the horse's butt when she stood on the horse's back, and it also ate a lot of ashes.

Unfortunately, the only nearby place where you can overlook all living beings is Qingqiu, and not everyone can go up to Qingqiu.

The members of the mission had all put on herdsman attire at this time, and it was almost impossible to tell the difference from the Hed people without speaking.

Because the Tiefeng County delegation knew each other from the Badlands, Little Lion arranged for hunters from the Badlands to accompany the Tiefeng County team in the shooting.

Everyone rode with the Badlands and finally stopped outside the felt wall of the hunting circle, waiting for orders.

More than a hundred large and small tribes and nearly 30,000 hunters were diluted by a hunting circle with a diameter of [two eyes] in the blink of an eye.

[Note: The two destinations are about ten kilometers]

The hunting circle drawn by the Chihe tribe is so huge that even if all the hunters stand next to the felt wall, they will have to walk at least two steps on average before they meet the next person. Therefore, no one in Tiefeng County feels crowded at all.

The sun has fully risen, and the palace tents above Qingqiu have become clearly visible, as well as the groups of prey.

The members of the mission who signed up to participate in the shooting were both nervous and eager to try.

Except for Father Carman, blacksmith Balian and a few people who like to be quiet, all the other members signed up, and no one wanted to miss this rare event.

Old Sergei consciously assumed the responsibility of a sergeant. While helping others check their equipment, he repeatedly warned: "Listen up, you little bastards! This is the territory of the barbarians! You must not conflict with the barbarians! No!

Reveal your identity..."

"When does it start?" Vashika kept mumbling with a dry mouth, "When will it be our turn?"

Koshhaqi led the horse and walked by. Hearing Vashika's words, he replied in a muffled voice: "It starts very quickly. It's your turn and my turn, very slowly. Get off the horse first and rest."

"Ah?" Vashika's eyes widened.

Koshhaqi frowned, took out an arrow, and drew a row of circles on the ground from large to small.

He first pointed to the largest circle: "King Khan". Then he pointed to the middle circle and the small circle in turn: "Chief, you and me."

Koshhachi looked directly into Vashika's eyes and said in a deep voice: "One by one, don't mess around. If the little one is in front of the big one, it will bleed."

"What do you mean?" Vashika seemed to understand.

"What he means is that hunting should take turns, with those with higher status entering first. Then it should be our turn very late." Pierre came to everyone and ordered loudly: "Everyone! Dismount and rest for a while!"

Vashika immediately got off the horse obediently, and the others also obeyed Pierre's order.

Although theoretically, the person with the highest status present is Lieutenant Colonel Moritz. However, during the days after his return, Pierre has regained the status of "Blood Wolf Deputy" - through taking on a lot of work and subtle indoctrination.

Moritz didn't care how Mr. Mitchell Jr. established his authority. The lieutenant colonel was happy to have someone willing to give orders.

He dismounted slowly and looked around - there was not even a stone to rest his legs on.

Moritz was not picky, so he sat on the floor next to the felt wall and took out a pocket kettle from his arms.

As soon as the plug was removed, Ms. Navarre's soft voice came from in front of him: "Don't you want to participate in hunting?"

Anna held the horse and looked at the lieutenant colonel curiously.

Moritz took a sip of the kumiss and replied without raising his eyelids: "Because Winters asked me to protect you."

"You can take turns protecting me, but you can only experience a big hunt once. Are you really not going to participate?"

"I don't like hunting."

"Why?" Anna refused to give up.

Moritz answered the question calmly: "Why do you ask?"

"Because Mr. Montagne doesn't like hunting either, but he refuses to say why." Anna requested sincerely: "He respects you very much, so I want to know your answer."

Moritz sighed: "I only know my own thoughts."

"Please tell me."

"Well, Madame Navarre, tell me first what hunting is."

"I do not understand……"

"Suppose, hunting is physical labor." Moritz spread his hands: "Then the reason why I don't like hunting is very simple - I am too lazy to move."

Anna was sensitively aware that the Lieutenant Colonel had not finished his sentence: "Are there any other hypotheses?"

Moritz smiled and sat up slightly: "Yes. And assuming that hunting is a recreational activity, then my answer is simpler."

Anna waited quietly for the answer.

Moritz said softly: "Killing beasts does not bring me pleasure."

Anna was speechless for a moment, and Moritz didn't say anything more.

Anna thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "I don't quite understand what you mean, but I understand one thing - you are a very gentle person."

Moritz, who was sipping kumiss, coughed violently as if he had heard the most absurd joke.

At this moment, twelve long horns sounded simultaneously in Qingqiu.

The penetrating horn sound spread outward from Qingqiu, reaching everyone's ears continuously and clearly.

The attention of everyone in Tiefeng County was instantly focused, because the message conveyed by the horn sound was unmistakable - the hunting was about to begin!

"Are you here?!" Vashika ran to the felt wall excitedly, stretched her neck and looked: "Where is it?"

Others also came closer one after another, holding on to the felt wall and waiting anxiously.

Akagawabe did not keep the "audience" waiting for too long.

Suddenly, several clouds of white smoke spurted out from the top of Qingqiu. The trumpet sound suddenly stopped, and loud thunder followed one after another:

"Lung!!!"

Inside the hunting circle, herds of deer, sheep, donkeys and other wild animals were frightened by the thunder and began to run away blindly.

Old Sergey's hair suddenly stood up: "Cannon?"

"Of course." Pierre said expressionlessly, "We have learned this a long time ago."

Vashika clenched her fists and said angrily: "Didn't I hide it very tightly before? Now I don't hide it very much anymore!"

"The past was the past, and the present is the present." Pierre also clenched his fists: "It is no longer enough for the Chihe tribe to have artillery, they must also let others know that they are talented."

"Hey!" Vashika kicked the felt wall hard: "What kind of big hunt? It's just a show!"

The crowd in Tiefeng County, who were also reminded of bad memories, echoed with cheers.

Only Lieutenant Colonel Moritz calmly defended the Akagawa Department: "All rituals are essentially performances."

Pierre wanted to say something to retort. But when he turned around, he saw only envy, admiration and jealousy in the eyes of the hunters from the Badlands.

In his heart, Pierre had to admit that the Lieutenant Colonel was right - no matter how outsiders like them viewed it, for the Akagawa Department, this opening performance had been a great success.

As he was talking, someone exclaimed: "What is that?"

Everyone looked around, and a gap suddenly opened in the northwest felt wall.

More than ten riders rode their horses through the gap and jumped into the hunting ground.

All the riders were wearing white armor and riding white horses. Only the one at the front was wearing a red armor and a red horse on his crotch. Surrounded by white armor and white horses, he was extremely eye-catching.

A large blue banner with nine horse tails followed closely behind the red-armored rider.

"Is that the Barbarian Chief?" Old Sergey asked in a low voice.

The thundering cheers answered old Dusak's question.

Wherever everyone in the mission could see, the Hud hunters, regardless of tribe, were all shouting and cheering: "Yasin! Yasin! Yasin..."

Pierre also noticed that the shock and panic expressed by several leader-looking Hud people nearby were no less than those of the people in Tiefeng County.

After the red-armored rider entered the hunting circle, he immediately began to chase the prey. He drew his bow and arrow, galloped and shot, and did not stop even if he shot the prey.

The white-armored riders who follow closely behind will pick up the corpse of the prey with a long pole and display it to the hunters without reservation.

At the same time, every time a hunted animal is lifted onto the pole, Qingqiu will fire a salute, and the hunters from all tribes who have witnessed the white lion's vigorous posture will also cheer.

While others watched the red-armored riders galloping and hunting with either full attention or disdain, Anna took out her drawing board and asked expectantly and a little anxiously: "When can we see Mr. Montagne?"

"Winters?" Lieutenant Colonel Moritz said casually: "Isn't he with the White Lion's brother?"

"Then when can we see the lion cubs?"

"Immediately." Koshihaqi knew the relationship between the man-dressed woman in front of him and Batu, and explained flatteringly: "First the Khan King, then the Khan King's brothers, then the Nayan of the tribes, then the nobles of the tribes, and then the tribes

Hunter…”
To be continued...