Under the hovering sky of the eagle, a group of riders with fur coats tied under their waists were also galloping. A burst of smoke and dust rose from the grassland ahead, and there were thousands of yellow sheep who were desperately escaping. When they chased near, the riders stepped up their whips to urge the horse. The old man in the middle shouted loudly, and the riders in front bent their bows and arrows. The people used all the big bows and long arrows. The arrows were as fast as meteors, and most of them hit the neck, head and other vital points. The yellow sheep was shot and whined and fell to the ground. The riders behind ignored the prey that had fallen dead halfway and only chased and drove away the large group of yellow sheep, as if they were deliberately exhausted from their prey.

Just as the horsepower was gradually subsisting, several loud eagles came from the sky. Two more people appeared in front of the fleeing flock. The riders shouted loudly, bent their bows and shot arrows, and the hunting dogs roared and bit the yellow sheep trying to escape. The yellow sheep was cut into two parts. The yellow sheep in front ran and jumped away, while the group behind the weaker physical strength was surrounded by hunters and could not run out. The hunters rode around the flock, blocking the way for the flock to escape, and constantly shooting arrows. Some lambs were shot and fell to the ground. The ewes refused to leave next to them, and were also shot without mercy.

Soon, there was no other standing yellow sheep in the hunting circle. Some of them had become corpses, and some were seriously injured and struggled to stand up. The sheep were human, bleating, and tears were still flowing in their eyes. The people of the Meerbo tribe jumped off their horses and held down the struggling sheep. Because the blood preserved in the yellow sheep could have more nutrients, they only used a short knife to cut the trachea, causing the yellow sheep to die because they could not breathe in.

Haidu Khan of the northern tribe of the Mobei tribe, Toul Melbour laughed and stretched out his left arm to let the hunting eagle stop on the thick cattle leather arm ring, and picked up the lungs that had just been taken out of the abdomen of the yellow sheep with his right hand and threw them to the eagle.

While hunting, the white eagles in the sky continued to hover downward, preventing the leading yellow sheep from fleeing out several times. The wings of this eagle stretched out nearly one meter long, weighed more than twenty kilograms, and had a strong claws. The wild eagles could usually hunt yellow sheep and grassland wolf without the help of hunters. However, they were quite poor in temperament and were not easy to raise, so they could only obtain young eagles from the nests built on the mountains and domesticate them since childhood. Such a bird of prey is now leaning against the owner like a tamed bird.

The hunting of hundreds of yellow sheep was a rare victory. While clapping each other to celebrate the harvest of hunting, the other Meerbo tribes dragged the hunted yellow sheep behind the horse and piled it up like a tall hill. Then they hurriedly set up branches and began to peel yellow sheepskin. Yellow sheepskin is the main material for the tribe to exchange for tea and salt from the caravan. Peeling sheepskin must be used while the body is still hot, and it will be more laborious to peel the sheepskin when it is cool.

A young man with blue eyes stood beside Haidu Khan, who was Haidu Khan's beloved grandson. A young white eagle also stopped on his left arm. This was the first time that the young eagle participated in the hunting. Tachi Melbo was only about fifteen years old and had not yet fully grown, but he was quite strong. Like other Meerbo tribes, he tied his wolf fur coat around his waist with his shirtless body exposed many scars left when he was fighting with wild animals.

The boy had an excited expression on his face, and he also reached out to take the warm yellow sheep lungs handed over by his entourage and gave them to the little white eagle. The little eagle pecked the food in one bite, stretched its neck, and swallowed it in little by little. Tachi Melbo's blue eyes flashed with his favorite light.

""Ta Chi, how to hunt yellow sheep, you can see clearly?" The gray-haired Tuoer Meerbo looked at his grandson lovingly. He had many children and grandchildren, but none of them were as pleasing as this Tachi Meerbo. What's even more difficult is that Tachi Meerbo has rare sky blue eyes, which is a symbol of the ancestors of the Moe Bo family, just like the white feathers of the King Diao. Because of the mixed blood ties, the Moe Bo family has not appeared in such a pure blue color for several generations. In order to pass on this pure bloodline, Haidu Khan has decided to pass the Khan position to his somewhat mediocre eldest son Boshenghuo Meerbo, on the condition that Tachi must inherit the Khan position.

"War is like hunting a yellow sheep. Don't be afraid of suffering. Surround the enemy from all directions and disintegrate their morale. When chasing, be patient like a wolf pack and watch as a night as an owl. But when fighting, you should rush towards the enemy unexpectedly like a eagle from the sky, leaving no way out for them." Tuoer Meerbo looked at his grandson's face, kindly caressed the top of his head, and said in a deep voice: "Did you remember?"

"Remember." Tachi Meerbo nodded. He knew for a long time that he would not only be the Khan of the Meerbo tribe, but also the Khan of the entire Mobei. For that day in the future, Toul Meerbo would spend more thoughts on him than his children and grandchildren. Although Tachi Meerbo still had many questions in his heart, he always did what his grandfather Haidu Khan looked like.

The old Tuoer Meerbo was quite pleased. He patted Tachi's head to show encouragement, pointed at the vast sky with a horse whip, and said in a deep voice: "One day, the Maierbo family will unify the tribes on the grassland, and the flocks of sheep in the world are waiting for you to hunt and conquer." His words were filled with heroic spirit. However, when Tuoer Meerbo's eyes turned to the northwest of Xiaohai, it was a little gloomy. He lowered his head to Tachi's equator: "Remember my words, those settled shepherds are our biggest mortal enemies. They are not only thieves who betrayed the leader, but also colluded with the Xia people, and are thieves who betrayed the entire Mobei tribe."

Tachi Meerbo lowered his head slightly, and Xia Kingdom continued to use the granting ranch to seduce the tribes of the Mobei tribe. These settled ranchs were like a shackle, which made the tribes of the Mobei tribe tighter and tighter. With the help of the Xia army, the herdsmen of the ranch not only rejected all nomads who invaded their territory, but also enthusiastically acted as the eyewitness of the Xia people, but even rebelled and killed the tribe leaders under the temptation of the Xia people. These people were traitors of the Mobei tribe.

"The lowly obedient and noble people, the entire tribe gathered together and nomads everywhere. This is the arrangement of immortality. Just to be greedy for a plump grassland, they defect to the flock of sheep that grow grass and eat grass. They are all traitors. Even if they grind off ten fingers, they will kill all these traitors." Urgon Melbo, the second son of Haidu Khan, and the second uncle of Tachi Melbo, said viciously, while throwing the internal organs of the yellow sheep to the hunting dog. The hunting dog, as strong as a calf, roared and tore the food to pieces in two or three bites. The dogs of the Melbo tribe were particularly fierce and fierce, with their eyes as intimidating as leopards. A big dog could beat two hungry wolves.

Due to the temptation of the Xia people, many tribes in the northern Mo fell apart. Fewer and fewer pastures forced the tribes on the grassland to fight against each other. Just a few years ago, the Krei tribe, where Urgon Melbo's wife came from, was driven out of the grassland during tribal revenge and was forced to surrender to the Khitan Kingdom under the leadership of the tribe leader. The Khitans and the tribes in the northern Mo were races with common ancestors. They separated the east and west branches hundreds of years ago, with common language and customs.

Tuoer Meerbo looked at his bravest second son with appreciation. His mind was as simple as a two-year-old child. He fought as brave as a lion, but unfortunately he was a little reckless. He turned to look at the sky in the south, where there were many rich cities. The tribes in the north of the Mobei were not paradise. From sharp swords used by warriors to fight, exquisite armor, long-range and durable bows and arrows, to food that allowed the tribe to survive the cold winter, silks and satin that women and children liked, and even salt.

The daily necessities that are inseparable from tea are brought by caravans from these cities. The Xia people spared no effort to use these things to seduce and divide the tribes in Mobei. If there was a city belonging to the Melbo tribe that could independently provide these things, Haidu Khan was sure to unify the entire Mobei during his lifetime and then seize more cities and wealth for the tribe. The descendants of the Melbo family would definitely become the Khan who ruled the nations of the world.

Suddenly, the tribe members who were listening to the sound of sounds on the ground made an alarm, and the sound of horse hooves came from afar. The Meerbo people became nervous. Mobei was a world where the strong prey on the weak. Today, Touler Meerbo was Haidu Khan, but there may not be no other tribe intention to assassinate him. The tribesmen who were busy slaughtering yellow sheep put down their knives, got on horseback, picked up bows or scimitars, and were ready to face the battle. The eagle hands raised their arms and let the eagle spread their wings and rise to the sky again. The hunting dogs also roared in a low voice and followed their masters. Rows of skinned naked yellow sheep swayed in the wind, and the blood and internal organs on the ground were in a mess.

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