The smooth and sharp scimitar fell from his hand, and his heavy body fell backward uncontrollably with a loud bang.
The moment he fell to the ground, he wanted to blame his failure on those people's gossip.
If it were in their tribe, he would definitely be the winner.
Everyone: Don’t make excuses.
Behind him was the grassland that raised him, and in front of him was the blurry figure of Nastu.
But at the last moment, he couldn't deceive himself.
Even if he went to a deserted place where there were only him and Nastu, he would not be his match.
Their words even hastened the end of the struggle, saving him some suffering.
Both physically and mentally.
Nastu's speed and strength have reached a level that is difficult to match.
This isn't a battle at all, it's a game.
A game unilaterally dominated by Nastu.
Nastu plunged the long knife into the grass a few inches from his neck.
The sun's light reflected on it, with a dark red blood, and a gorgeous flower bloomed on it.
Nastu squatted on one leg and asked:
"What? The law of the jungle? Shouldn't you go find the gods now?"
I'm not being overbearing, I just want to know the answer to this question.
The fat man was scared, but he didn't want to die yet.
"Khan..."
He spat out blood every time he said a word.
"I... am... not... this... "
Without thinking, Stu slashed the fat man with his knife, and the fat man was completely unable to move, staring at the sky with his eyes wide open.
The sky was a deep blue, without a single cloud to see him off.
The thin man who was furious just now was completely speechless at this moment.
The sun was as warm as summer, but he couldn't feel any heat at all. His body was like a frozen snake, unable to move at all.
There was no difference between him and the dead fat man, except that one was lying down and the other was standing.
Nastu drew his sword and stood up, looking at a man in the crowd.
"I remember you were his nephew."
The man reviewed Nastu's every move in his mind.
A pair of eyes as deep as the sea appeared in his sight, and he realized that Stu was talking to him.
He rubbed the sweat from his hands and nodded, "Yes, Great Khan."
He bent down, pulled off the stone from the fat man's neck, and threw it to the stern man in the crowd.
"From now on you are the leader of your tribe."
The man caught the stone, walked past a few people, came to Nastu, touched his chest and knelt on one knee.
"From now on, our tribe will obey the Khan's orders and will never waver."
The warriors who came with the fat man knelt on one knee following their new leader.
"I hope so."
There was pain, confusion, ruthlessness, but also compassion in this man's eyes.
As early as on the battlefield, Stu could see that he had strong explosive power and was also smart.
I hope he doesn't make the wrong choice.
"Get up."
The man gripped the rope tightly in his hand and stood up with his back straight.
"Remember to compensate our tribe with a table."
The man was slightly startled when he heard this, not knowing what it meant.
Nastu's guard pointed at the man on the ground and said, "This fat guy just smashed one of our tables in the tent."
Specifically emphasized, "We have used this table for more than ten years and it has never broken down."
The man didn't expect that Nastu, as the overlord of the grassland, would care about the quality of a table.
But whatever the Khan says is what it is.
"Understood. I'll make a better table myself later."
"OK."
Nastu picked up the long knife dripping with blood and walked to the center of the circle.
"If anyone else refuses to obey or doesn't want to follow my rules, come up together to save us from wasting our meal time."
It's not a waste of time to eat, it's a waste of time to see his Da Yanshi.
He didn't see Su Yumo in the crowd, and she didn't see his heroic appearance today.
What a failure.
After he finished speaking, there was complete silence.
Whoever really comes up now will be remembered in everyone's heart, and his name will be passed down forever.
The man who had been drinking was the first to stand up and say, "Khan, I understand your request. It's not difficult."
"I will lead my tribe and other tribes to live in peace without war."
"There are also subsequent requirements, which we will comply with."
This man was the first and only chief to surrender without a fight.
He is in his forties and has seen too many lives and deaths.
He didn't want to get involved in a new war and just wanted to protect his piece of land and live a peaceful life with his people.
When Nastu's declaration of war reached their tribe, he did not think too much and quickly wrote a letter of ceasefire and sent it over.
Consider whether to fight based on the content and attitude of the other party's reply.
He doesn't want to fight, but he won't allow himself to be bullied.
To his surprise, the reply came quickly.
Nastu did not ask them to offer cattle, sheep, and women as sacrifices, nor did he make any excessive demands.
Just tell their tribe that a man named Nastu has arrived.
Since it did not harm the interests of their tribe, he did not use force and quickly replied with a letter.
All four letters were delivered within one day.
At that time, he thought he was just another ignorant young man who came to explore the grassland.
Maybe in a few days someone will beat him back to his hometown.
Unexpectedly, it only took him three years to make the name Nasutu known throughout the grassland.
The other leaders also stood up after the first person explained his position.
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