"Great Patriarch, what you said is not wrong, the wars with the Han people in the past dynasties, our warriors of the grassland, and the people of Immortal Heaven have all lost, and for this reason, countless warriors are buried in other places and cannot return to the embrace of Immortal Heaven.
The great patriarch looked at King Xiqiang and listened to him as if he was showing weakness, but he didn't have the slightest joy in his heart.
He knew that King Xiqiang's words were not finished.
For this person who was driven out of the clan because of rebellion when he was a teenager, and then relied on his own skills and iron blood to snatch his position back when he became an adult, even if the great patriarch was more than ten or twenty years older than him, he did not dare to despise it at all.
This is a male lion.
The fiercest and most powerful lion in the Qiang steppe.
Even if the patriarch has a lot of power in his hands, he doesn't want to directly confront the king of Xiqiang.
The great patriarch bowed to the king of Xiqiang and bowed his head in obedience.
King Xiqiang admired the attitude of the great patriarch very much, he stood up from the throne, walked all the way, and gradually walked in front of the great patriarch.
"The fact that our ancestors could not defeat the Han people does not mean that we cannot defeat the Han people, but we are the people of Eternal Heaven" King Xiqiang seemed to be giving a speech, and his eyes spread from the face of the great patriarch to Prince Xiangli, and then to those tribal leaders and tribal warriors.
King Xiqiang's eyes were not enthusiastic, and there was not much murderous aura, but where King Xiqiang's eyes swept by, whether it was the high patriarch, or the brave Prince Xiangli, or those tribal warriors who advocated force.
They all bowed their proud heads.
Bow your head as a sign of obedience, as a sign of obedience, as a sign of admiration for the king.
It's like the attitude of the wolves to the wolf king in the wolf pack.
And the king of Xiqiang is the king of wolves of the Qiang people.
King Xiqiang was very satisfied with the reaction of these people, he spread his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a passionate tone: "We are the children of the steppe, is the darling of the immortal heaven, is the son of the gods.
The eagle disappears in the sunset of the steppe, It rises from the clenched blood in its hand and grabs through its youth.
The blind bush, whose cry has been since a false, unmerciful civilization, All the way to the weathered city or the steppe of the wild beasts.
The place where the sun sets, and then to the west The wind pulls the spears of the people, Thirty lively women, drunk for the night At first it was like silk, a happy dance kicked out by the horse's hooves Stiff and gritty, it looks like real destruction Hellfire or Pasture, Dead bodies are scattered throughout the promised land of God and Allah, Silent, tasteless, dreamless, shadowless, illusionless, sentient beings, and no worlds, The red is blood, and the green is grass White, it is the woman who is repeatedly wiped by the goat's milk.
We are the warriors of the steppe, The shame of our ancestors needs to be washed away.
For cattle and sheep, For women, For the sake of glory, For the omnipotent immortality, We must use the sword in our hands, Split the shame, Glory, In your name and mine, Forever remembered by the Immortal Heavens" King Xiqiang is actually talking, it is better to say that he is singing.
The psalms were sung in a chanting way.
When the last syllable of King Xiqiang fell, the big tent was very quiet.
Needle drops can be heard.
But immediately after, a myriad of voices rang out.
Hoo hoop This was the rapid breathing of the warriors, and they were deeply moved by the speech and chanting of the king of Xiqiang.
The shame of the ancestors needs us to wash away, and the glory of immortality needs to be bounced with the sword in our hands.
"For the sake of cattle and sheep, for women, for glory, for the omnipotent immortality, kill and kill" For a while, countless voices sounded in the big tent, and almost all the warriors were flushed, and they roared vigorously, revealing their muscles.
Prince Xiangli looked at King Xiqiang, his eyes full of admiration.
His father has always been his role model.
He wanted to be like his father.
Of all the fanatics, there were two who were a little out of place.
Especially the Great Patriarch, his face was simply dark.
He wanted to refute King Xiqiang's words, but he knew it wouldn't work.
It's not that you can't, it's that you can't.
The words of the King of Xiqiang hooked the hearts of these warriors, and if he questioned the King of Xiqiang at this time, his fate could be imagined.
Those tribal warriors will definitely tear themselves apart, regardless of whether they are the great patriarchs or not.
The king of Xiqiang has already grasped the general situation.
In such a situation, he had no choice but to remain silent.
But silence does not mean that the great patriarch has accepted his fate, he has not accepted his fate.
As the patriarch, he is responsible for the affairs of this clan, especially the trade with the Han people.
Because of him, the tribe has a steady stream of wine, a steady stream of silk utensils, and even a lot of Han women.
Especially recently, I made a big deal, and what I got was not just wine, silk, and Han women.
What I got was the iron sword of the Han people, the armor of the Han people.
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Obviously, the great patriarch also felt this way, and he had a great fear of the Han people before.
His elder brother and his father all died at the hands of the Han Chinese, and they didn't even have time to return to the grassland.
And he himself almost died on the land of the Han people.
Especially when he got the elite armor sword of the Han people, his fear of the Han people was even more unbearable.
If he was younger, he would naturally be not afraid of heaven and earth, and he would be as passionate as these warriors.
But he was no longer a young man.
He is the Great Patriarch.
The treasures in his hands are incomparable even to the King of Xiqiang, and the number of women in his hands is more than that of the King of Xiqiang.
Even without cattle and sheep, he would not starve to death.
It was only the poor tribesmen who starved to death, and these tribesmen, without them, would be gone.
If there is a war with the Han people, the trade with the Han people will naturally not be able to continue, and the trade will not be continued, and the silk wine of the Han people will naturally not be obtained.
What scared the patriarch even more was that.
As the patriarch, he is going to lead troops to invade the land of the Han people.
He was afraid, he was afraid of death.
So no matter what, he won't let this war happen.
Even by way of bloodshed.
The Great Patriarch's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be thinking of some kind of conspiracy in his heart.
And another calm person is Prince Tuoba, the second prince of King Xiqiang.
He and Prince Airi can be said to be two extremes. is also the prince of the grassland, he does not have a strong body, he looks soft and weak, and even the women of the grassland can't beat him.
But his status among the Qiang people is not low.
Not only because his mother was the favorite woman of the Xiqiang King, the Daque clan of the tribe, and a Han woman, but also because of his own ability.
When it comes to intrigue and intrigues, the ten princes are not as good as the princes of Tuoba.
Those steppe warriors may not like Prince Tuoba, but they will never provoke Prince Tuoba.
Steppe warriors prefer to provoke tigers rather than provoke venomous snakes.
At this time, Prince Tuoba's eyes were also flashing, and as for the idea in his heart, perhaps only he knew
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