[Qingqiu]

It's all over.

The horned deer, antelope, bison, gray wolf... countless corpses of prey were taken to the hillside of Qingqiu and examined by a special person.

Once the inspection is done, the hunting will be peeled, bones removed, distributed and pickled on the spot.

The blood of the animals flowed along the ground, gathering all the way, watering the wasteland at the foot of the mountain into a blood swamp.

No one could get around the blood swamp, and those who wanted to go to Qingqiu could only continue with the dirty blood and mud.

Finally, on the hillside, countless dark red hoof prints and footprints were left.

Although this scene is just the Chihe tribe counting the hunting income, the actual process is no different from cleaning the battlefield.

As for another hunting, the complete or incomplete human remains, it has long been restrained.

The Hed tribes usually do not need to be buried, but there are currently no ferocious beasts and birds of prey around Qingqiu that can digest so many flesh and blood. Therefore, all the unclaimed bodies were thrown into the fire pit and buried in a hurry.

...

To many people's surprise, the first thing the white lion who returned to Qingqiu did was not to suppress the rebellion, but to dispatch troops and encircle them from all directions.

The [Naman] mercury in the Chihe tribe was divided into more than a hundred [Tulu] like the land of the land. It pulled up a sparse and unobstructed huge net, and drove most of the prey that escaped Qingqiu and the tribes back to the hunting ground.

The white lion's attitude is conveyed correctly, no matter what happens, the hunting will continue.

At the same time, the leaders of the tribes also conveyed the great victory that the Chihe tribe had just won was the White Lion ambush at the mouth of the Hantuo River, defeating the Suzi tribe who was rushing to attack for a hundred miles, and the coalition forces in the eastern part of the sea, killing twelve green feathers, grabbing sixty-four flags, and killing the enemy indefinitely.

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So the felt wall was repaired, the corpse was removed, the fleeing beast was captured, and the escaped hunter also returned.

The stage was set up again, but this time when the white lion rode his horse and shot, no one dared to whisper.

Everything follows the old etiquette: the white lion shoots the first arrow, the Chihe tribes and the tribes [Nayan] followed, and the Chihe tribes and the tribes [Kota] again.

It was when the noble warriors were tired of hunting and went to Qingqiu to rest and have a banquet, and it was the turn of the white-bodied hunter to enter the venue.

In the air filled with uneasiness, expectation and blood, hunting is heading towards the end in a turbulent manner.

Because everyone is waiting for the next ritual that may determine the fate of the tribes:

"Split meat".

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[Qingqiu Mountainside, Inspection Site]

A stag with huge horns on its head was lifted onto the chopping board.

This beautiful big animal was hit by two arrows, one arrow in the hind legs and the other arrow in the ribs, and the soul has returned to all spirits.

"[Hedd] Twelve branches." The old man from Chihe tribe who was in charge of the inspection muttered a few words, put the last bunch of hay between the dead spirit teeth, and then began to check the two arrow wounds:

If the arrows on the ribs go deeper, they can penetrate the prey's lungs. Unfortunately, the arrows are stuck between the ribs, which are just skin injuries;

The fur under the arrow wound of the prey's right hind leg is covered with dry blood.

When the old man pulled out the arrow, he nodded in a difficult way. It was indeed a crescent arrow.

When the wound was tested again, the large blood vessel could not be touched. It should have been cut by a crescent arrow. The same goes for tendons.

The old man from Chihebu explained a few briefly, then picked up the crescent arrow and made a ruling: "[Herd] This arrow is the first shot."

The two hunters who came to inspect the deer corpse, the middle-aged man showed joy, and the other young man could not hide his loss, but he did not argue. He took the arrow and left.

The old man checked that the marks of other arrow clusters in the middle-aged hunter's arrow bag were consistent with those of the crescent arrow.

Without the signing of the white lion, the palace guards of the Chihe tribe had taken a group of large-tied prisoners to the golden tent.

Among the prisoners were the noble warriors from the eastern part of the sea and the Suz tribe, as well as the leaders of the vassal tribe of the Chihe tribe who were instigated.

Some prisoners were furious in their eyes and struggled desperately; some were weak in their knees and nodded and begging; some were like walking corpses, and they were already mentally broken.

During the period when the hunters of various tribes were busy shooting, the Chihe tribe also chased the fleeing enemies all over the mountains.

This time, the white lion did not directly agree to Lao Taya. He took the silver pot and poured half a glass of wine with his own hands.

The guards met, held the horn cup with both hands and walked slowly to the prisoner on the far left.

"[Heder] Can you drink this wine?!" The guard asked loudly.

The palace guard took off the wooden sticks from the prisoner's mouth.

The captive took a deep breath, widened his eyes and wanted to scold him. However, he had just made a sharp sound, and another palace guard behind him had already cut off his head with one knife.

The head that had lost its support fell to the ground, and a clear "gulo" sounded. The body slowly fell down, and the blood stained the gorgeous embroidered carpet red.

None of the leaders in the tent had blood on their hands, but for some reason, when everyone saw the palace guards of the Chihe tribe slashing without any mercy, they felt a chill in their necks.

The guards walked to the second prisoner. Gong Weixue, who escorted the prisoner this time, became smart and did not remove the wooden sticks from the prisoner's mouth at all, so that the prisoner could only shake his head and nodded to answer.

The second prisoner was a samurai from the Suz tribe. His eyes were very struggling, and he finally shook his head slowly.

Gong Wei pierced the captive's heart from behind, leaving a complete body.

It was the third prisoner's turn, so there was no need to ask. The third prisoner nodded desperately, and the force was so strong that he could not help but worry that he would break his neck bone.

The guards fed a small sip of wine to the third prisoner and there was someone else.

"[Hede] After drinking the wine in the glass, you are my guest." The white lion's voice came out of the golden tent: "[Hede] Your life is my gift; your felt tent, servants, and livestock must be taken out to pay for the children of the dead and injured tribes as your gift."

The white lion was not asking, but made a direct judgment.

Before the prisoner who had just saved his life had time to be happy, he heard that all his property had been deprived, and he couldn't help but feel sad. However, this guy was thinking that if he was killed, his property would still not be able to be saved. He would make a fortune by counting inside and outside.

The third prisoner suddenly threw himself to the ground, and praised the mercy of the white lion in tears.

The guard leader lowered his eyes slightly, and the guard took the third prisoner away.

Most of the leaders of the tribes under the tent were very happy. During the previous turmoil, many tribes suffered losses, so it would be best to compensate for some of them.

There were only a few keen head men frowned slightly according to the way they shared their flesh today. Even if there was compensation, they probably wouldn't be compensated to the head men.

The captives were questioned one by one, and they were all dealt with in no time. All the living and dead were taken away, with only a few pools of blood remaining on the carpet.

The leader of a small tribe under the tent started, and the leaders brought wine to praise the mercy of the white lion.

Mercy is a relative concept. The reason why the Chihe tribe can expand rapidly is closely related to the fact that the white lion rarely uses cruel means to eliminate dissidents.

During the merger between the Hed tribes, wheel-cutting is a very common method for men who have higher procedures than wheels to kill all men. Children who don’t remember are adopted, and women are redistributed as resources. There is no other reason. Only the clan can trust them and only raise them from childhood can they be assured.

Most of the time, the Chihe tribe would accept adult men from the defeated tribe. The Baishi only tried to fight against the Lord Qin tribe last year. This year, the Lord Qinren has become a member of the Chihe tribe. Even the quiver in the palace tent now has many figures of the Lord Qinren.

Because of the reputation of "justice" of the White Lion, the lower tribes yearned for the Chihe tribe. However, the leaders and nobles of the tribes were willing to rely on the Chihe tribe because of the reputation of "merciful" of the White Lion.

At this moment, all the leaders of the tribes sitting inside and outside the Chihe tribe's golden tent have convinced themselves:

"No matter what the white lion wants, let him go."

"Whether it is up to customs, rules, or failure to make a promise or not."

"He is the main one. If he wins, he will be rewarded with the spoils; if he loses, he will be restored to the same."

As for the leader who didn't convince himself... the one who was taken away just now was tied up.

The leaders of all the tribes were waiting for Lao Taya to say that, wait for the white lion to nod, and wait for the opportunity to agree loudly.

"[Hedd] The Greatest White Lion!" Old Taya stood quietly for a moment, and suddenly fell to the ground, crying:

“[Hed] Wish you to be the Khan of all tribes!

You have become the Khan King!

When hunting cunning beasts, I am willing to rush around you!

With all the enemies in front, I am willing to drive you forward!

Take all the ladies and women back to you!

Take back all the palace accounts and goods to you!

Bring back all the wealth of the women of the alien race to you!

If you violate your order, you can separate my wives and concubines, take away my property, and throw my head to the ground!

If you destroy your resolution, you can kill my children and grandchildren, burn my felt tent, and abandon me in a place where there is no grass…”

As soon as Lao Taya knelt down, all the Hed people inside and outside the palace tent knelt down.

Lao Taya made a vow, the leader, Na Yan, Kota, Gongwei, and quiver followed.

The sound came outside Qingqiu, regardless of whether it was the Chihe tribe or the tribe next to it, all the Heds knelt down to the golden tent and bowed their heads.

In the huge hunting ground, there was only one person still sitting on the white lion.

The white lion looked at everyone's heads, and at this moment, no one dared to look directly at him.

For many heroes, they reached the peak of their lives at similar moments, and they would tremble from their bodies to their souls, but the White Lion didn't seem to care.

After listening to Old Taya's oath quietly, he even took a small sip of milk wine to moisten his throat.

"[Heder] I..." The white lion's voice was smooth and a little smile: "[Heder] once swore that he would not be a krypton in this life, otherwise he would die under ten thousand arrows."
To be continued...