Chapter 228 Girl Hua Zheng

grassland.

"Boom, boom~" A group of cavalry was chasing and surrounding a person, but that person's riding skills were so superb that he easily escaped the encirclement by moving around in various ways. After a while, he disappeared and only one horse was seen.

Temujin was very angry. He finally found the right opportunity to attack the "Mierbeggar" in the "Bulu River Basin", won a great victory, and robbed a large amount of property and slaves.

These harvests have satisfied him to build a large tribe.

As a result, while he was celebrating, a hidden arrow came over and almost shot him to death. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, but he was also shot in the shoulder.

"Chase! This kind of sharp archer must die today!" Bo Shu, a member of the cavalry, shouted loudly.

Although Borshu was a slave, his archery skills were excellent and he had a sharp eye, which made Temujin very fond of him.

"Lululu~" Suddenly, the entire cavalry team stopped.

Temujin stopped quickly: "What's going on?"

"Report to the leader, our horses dare not move forward. They seem to be afraid of something." The cavalry in front came back and reported.

Temujin squinted his eyes and looked ahead, which was an ordinary pasture. Is there any monster?

Turning his head and looking at the hundreds of grassland's most elite warriors around him, Temujin was sure. With these people, he would not be afraid even if he encountered a pack of wolves.

"Get off your horse and surround us!"

Borshu stepped forward quickly: "Chief, I'd better take someone to see it first."

Temujin snorted coldly: "The grassland is so vast, there is no creature that I, Temujin, am afraid of. Even the eagle in the sky, I can shoot it down with one arrow!"

"Chief, there may be swamps and miasma ahead!" Borshu continued to advise.

Temujin paused in his steps: "There is a saying in the Song Dynasty: if you know yourself and the enemy, you will be victorious in any battle. Go and explore the way."

Borspell:

pasture.

Guo Jing was in the sheepfold with the lamb when he suddenly heard a slight gasp. He walked to the side and saw a man lying on the ground with a pale face.

"Water, water~" The man seemed to sense someone and shouted weakly.

Guo Jing hurriedly returned to his tent and brought out a bowl of water in a wooden bowl.

"Gulu, Gulu~" After drinking two sips of water, the man finally regained some strength, opened his eyes, and scanned his surroundings.

After pondering for a moment, he took off a silver bracelet from his wrist and handed it to Guo Jing: "This is for you!"

Guo Jing quickly pushed back: "No, my mother said, no gifts are needed to entertain guests."

Zhebie was stunned.

"Quick, there's someone in the pasture ahead!"

Hearing the shouting outside, Zhebie said quickly: "My child, can you hide it for me?"

Guo Jing said quickly: "No problem, my mother said, if someone needs help, you should try your best to help!"

After saying that, Guo Jing took Zhebie's hand and dragged him to the haystack nearby.

Zhebie, who was being dragged quickly on the ground, looked at himself, then at Guo Jing's young body, and fell into deep thought.

What did this child grow up on? Was it the sperm of a calf?

After a while, Borshu entered the ranch, and Guo Jing stood at the door and looked at him quietly.

"Child, have you seen a stranger coming?" Borshu asked casually.

Guo Jing was stunned. His mother told him to help the guests and also told him not to lie. How should he respond?

Borshu waited for a long time without receiving a response. The child was still standing here dumbfounded, a little impatient, so he walked directly in and prepared to search.

Guo Jing quickly hugged his legs: "Don't go in!"

Borshu doesn't care, it's just a child, he can drag ten!

A step forward, huh?

Only then did Borshu look at the child at his feet, surprised that he had such great strength at such a young age, and he might become the leader's right-hand man in the future.

In the distance, Temujin also led people to surround him.

Borshu quickly shouted: "Leader, Zhebie should hide here!"

Temujin frowned. The wound on his arm had been touched along the way and it hurt a little, but he couldn't show any slack.

In grassland tribes, the fittest survive. As long as he shows a little weakness, countless people will come to snatch his place, including the most loyal subordinates.

He scanned the pasture, which was only so big, and waved his hand: "Go in and search!"

Guo Jing stood up quickly and spread his hands to stop him: "Don't go in!"

Naturally, these soldiers would not listen to a little brat and rushed in directly.

Guo Jing had no choice but to hug the thigh of a random soldier: "Don't go in!"

This warrior doesn't want to use Bors' skills, so he just draws his sword and cuts him off.

Temujin's face was expressionless. The grassland was like this. When the tribe was annexed, all men taller than a pony would die.

War is killing and death.

"Stop!" Zhebie stood up directly: "You bully children, what kind of heroes are you!"

Borshu stepped forward and whipped him.

"Snapped!"

Zhebie's expression remained unchanged, he puffed up his chest and looked at Temujin and others with disdain.

"Kill if you want, but it's a pity that I, Zhebie, can't die in the hands of heroes. It's like an eagle falling to the ground and being bitten to death by a swarm of ants!"

Borshu was immediately furious and drew his knife, ready to chop.

"Stop!" Temujin shouted.

"Zhebie means master archer. I have seen your archery skills. Is there no one under my command, Temujin, whom he can convince?" Temujin asked lightly.

He knew that Zhebie's words were meant as a provocation, and killing him like this might always be a thorn in the heart of his subordinates.

In addition, he could see that Zhebie didn't want to die.

If such a master of archery can be taken under his command, he will be able to become a major force in his rule of the grassland in the future.

"Boshu!"

"yes!"

Temujin looked at Zhebie and said calmly: "Boshu is my right-hand man, and his archery skills are also first-class. Do you dare to compete with him?"

Zhebie was very contemptuous: "Boshu? I, Zhebie, have nothing to fear. What if I win?"

"If you win, I'll let you go!" Temujin casually threw his bow to Borshu: "Use my bow, don't let me down!"

Borshu quickly took it and shouted: "Yes!"

Zhebie smiled: "Chief, my life is in your hands. If you want to kill me, it is as easy as slaughtering a sheep. If you give me a chance to compete with arrows, I will only use a bow, not arrows!"

Immediately, the faces of everyone present turned ugly, indicating that they were completely looking down on them.

Temujin was expressionless, this guy was indeed a smart man.

After a while, Zhebie once again showed them his amazing archery skills. Within twenty steps, he grabbed the arrow shot by Borshu with his hand, knocked the arrow off casually, and shot it back, hitting Borshu's heart with one arrow.

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Of course, without the arrow, he couldn't kill anyone, but it also showed Temujin his extraordinary eyesight and arm strength in front of Temujin.

"Okay!" Temujin shouted.

Borshu fell to the ground, but he refused: "Kill if you want, I don't want you to spare my life!"

Zhebie stared at Temujin: "I'm not sparing him, I'm just exchanging one life for another. I hope you can let that child go. My affairs have nothing to do with him."

Temujin laughed loudly: "I, Temujin, appreciate the most affectionate and righteous men. I don't want your life or the life of your child. Let's go!"

He can act, too. As long as Zhebie leaves today, he will definitely send someone secretly to kill him.

Zhebie was stunned. He walked straight to Temujin and knelt down in front of Temujin. He put his right hand on his chest and swore: "Khan, I shot you. You deserved death for your crime, but you forgive me. I

I am willing to follow you all my life, even if I die!"

This is an oath that the grassland tribes swore to follow to the death. If they swore in front of so many people, if they betrayed them in the future, they would become the public enemies of the grassland people and be laughed at by everyone.

Temujin looked serious: "Okay, just follow me!"

Then he took out an ingot of gold from his arms and threw it over: "This is your meeting gift!"

Zhebie quickly took it: "Thank you, Khan!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly relaxed, and the soldiers even worshiped Temujin even more.

This is the king of the grassland, and even the masters of rival tribes are willing to worship and surrender to him.
To be continued...