Pierre is in a corner and cannot see the whole picture of the hunting ground, but Winters, who stands above the hill, can see it at a glance.

The sandstorm tends to subside, but the melee outside the hunting ground has not only not stopped, but has become more and more crazy.

Many small tribes called to join the hunting had already left, but soon fled back to the hunting ground, as if something was driving them out in the smoke and dust.

The hart dispatched the palace guards to stop the riot, while Winters quickly inspected and evaluated Qingqiu's defense.

All arrangements of Chihe tribe in Qingqiu are aimed at demonstrating power. In order to allow visitors from all directions to look at the majestic and majestic golden tent of the white lion, the foundation in the center of Qingqiu was artificially raised, and any possible obscurity was deliberately unavailable.

Buildings and fortifications of sight.

Looking at Qingqiu, there is no geographical advantage except its own height.

All conclusions lead to Winters' initial speculation: from the very beginning, Qingqiu was the sweetest bait in the trap.

The Chihe tribe's children who stayed at the hunting ground were holding their bows and carrying their guns, and rode their horses down to Qingqiu; among the hunters of the tribes who were running wolves and pigs, some were ready to move.

The arrow was already on the string, and the bow arm was creaking, waiting for the fury god to ring the war drum.

"I'll take you away." Winters said to Eerlun. Time is tight, and Winters' attitude is firm and cannot be refuted.

Eerlun was surprised at first, but soon her eyes dimmed again.

"The white lions are not in Qingqiu, which means that this victory or defeat is not in the hunting ground, but outside the hunting ground." Winters explained concisely: "Since the beacon has risen, there is a palace tent in Qingqiu, a pole

A big crow is enough, you don’t need to continue to act as this bait.”

"Do you know? I want to hear you say this, I dream of it." Eerlun's eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "But it's not like this now."

Winters didn't care about Chihe tribe, nor did he care about the white lion, but he cared about Eerlun. He grabbed Eerlun's arm and took Eerlun to the horse pen without saying a word.

"I'm sorry... the little lion is still in Qingqiu..." Eerlun stood stubbornly, crying and said, "...I can't go with you..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, three consecutive cannons were fired - Qingqiu's gunner was warning.

Winters looked at the direction where the smoke was pointed, and only saw two groups of people colliding head-on.

One side was wearing iron armor, swaying on the field above her head, obviously being a cavalry of the Chihe tribe; the other side was dressed in an ordinary hunter, with unknown identity.

At the edge of the hunting circle, the cavalry of Chihe tribe stayed in the felt wall. The headed red feather [Black Sheep] shot three arrows in a row, and scolded loudly: "[Heder] If the white lion is still respected, the children of all tribes will retreat immediately.

Later! Dismount! Step into the felt wall! Kill without any worries!”

However, the oncoming Hed rider was already scared and wailed for help while panicing across the felt wall.

The red feathers of Chihe tribe [Black Sheep] made a fuss and roared and ordered: "[Heder] those who enter the hunting circle will kill you without any hesitation!"

After saying that, the red feathers tied their bows like a full moon, and a sound of arrow nailed a Hunter Hunter who was climbing over the felt wall to death.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air was like a command of massacre. The soldiers of the Chihe tribe no longer had any scruples, and waved the scimitar without hesitation, shooting sharp arrows.

The fugitives who crossed the felt wall fell to death one after another. Seeing that the situation was not good, those who fled along the felt wall were also chased and killed by death. Only those who escaped back to the outside of the felt wall escaped by chance.

However, Hurd Hunter who escaped from the felt wall only lived for a while.

Soon, another cavalry broke out from the smoke and dust, yelling that the "Chihe tribe suppressed the rebellion" would slaughter all the Heds who escaped from the felt wall.

"[Heder] Chihe tribe suppressed the rebellion?" The real Chihe tribe's red feathers [Black sheep] were furious: "[Heder] rotten meat! It's even more fishy and rotten meat than what is taken out of the intestines of a wild boar! They are

The hungry wolf in trouble!”

The black sheep clamped the spear and took the lead in taking the enemy leader with one horse: "[Hed] God is above! Kill!"

A group of Chihe tribes shouted in unison, following the hundreds of cavalrymen jumped out of the felt wall.

The saber was against the saber, the bent bow was against the bent bow, and the two cavalry fought bloody hand-to-hand combat.

The Chihe tribe suffered a loss as soon as they caught the enemy. Their scimitar and spear stabbed and hit the enemy's torso. Only dull sounds were heard and blood was not seen. The bones and warhammers in the enemy's hands were specifically towards Chihe.

The soldier's neck and head were smashed violently.

Black Sheep immediately noticed something was wrong and shouted at the top of her lungs: "[Hed] The wolf cub is wearing dark armor! The wolf cub is wearing dark armor!"

There is no need for Hong Lingyu to remind that the Chihe tribe's armored cavalry who suffered a loss and was still alive had long abandoned their spears, pulled out their bones, and continued to fight with the enemy.

Winters, who witnessed the encounter, did not speak, but his tightly frown eyebrows and tight cheeks had already given silent comments.

Also witnessing this encounter were the Green Feathers [Dark]. The flags shaking on the Qingqiu, the cannons roared, and the stag mobilized more people like crazy.

Winters stopped watching the game, and he pulled Eerlun and strided towards the Little Lion's tent.

The Black Sheep's catch of the enemy was like a command gun. Just as Winters turned around, more than a dozen other cavalry teams jumped out of the felt wall and rushed into the hunting ground.

Each team of cavalry was shouting "White Lion Arrow Order" and "Chihe tribe suppressed the rebellion", and even disrupted the people of the Yinglin tribe.

The Yinglin tribe is the mother tribe of the White Lion and has always been considered the closest ally of the Chihe tribe. The Yinglin tribe participated in the hunting as a vassal tribe, and was the rear of the Chihe tribe who hid outside the hunting circle.

Among them,

So many "Chihe tribes" suddenly emerged, and even the members of the Yinglin tribe were stunned.

Which one is true? That one is false?

"[Hedian] idiot!" The leader of the Eagle Forest tribe, Bai Shi's uncle [Tie Feng] was so anxious that he cursed: "What is true and false in [Hedian]?! Whoever dares to go to Qingqiu will kill anyone!"

The cavalry of the Yinglin tribe immediately shouted and rushed into the hunting circle, crashing into the rushing stream of many "Chihe tribes".

Above the green hills, the stag's forehead was sweating. He began to regret making a bold statement in front of the champion Paratu.

The hart expected that the eastern part of the sea and the Suz tribe would send troops to the hunting grounds, but he never thought that the eastern part of the sea and the Suz tribe would have such a large capital.

The only commanding height also means facing attacks from all directions. The circular hunting group with Qingqiu as the center and a radius of five kilometers is now a veritable meat mincing field.

The cavalry loyal to the white lion were fighting their lives to intercept enemies from all directions, and the enemies from all directions were also striking towards Qingqiu regardless of their concern.

Looking around, there are battlefields everywhere and enemies everywhere.

Close your eyes and listen, shouting everywhere, screaming everywhere.

In an instant, the hart actually felt like it was surrounded by thousands of troops.

The little bit of ambush sent in by the eastern part of the sea and the Suz tribe would definitely not be able to achieve such a power. The tribes involved in the hunting must have been instigated by the eastern part of the sea and the Suz tribe, and there must be... and there are quite a lot of them.

The twelve respected artillery specially arranged in Qingqiu even lost its meaning. Before a round of loading was completed, the enemy cavalry had already reached the gunner.

At this moment, the troops of Chihe tribe were like an overwhelmed dam. Despite their lives and all their strength, they could not stop the flood from flooding over the top of the dam.

Beside the hart, there were only eighty guards and quiveres responsible for guarding the White Lion Golden Tent.

The hart picked the gold-inlaid horn and summoned the warriors to join the final bloody battle to blew in the Qingqiu.

At the same time, the little lion's tent.

Holding the rosary beads in hand, the white-haired doctor responded to Edun's question respectfully.

Winters spoke in a sharp tone: "What did he say?"

"The little lion's injury has just stabilized, and if he suffers from bumps, he will die." Eerlun wanted to speak but stopped, and finally shook his head.

"What else did you say?" Winters saw at a glance that Eerlun was hiding something.

"The doctor of the Huer Gu asked us to leave, and he said he could protect the little lion in full." Eerlun made up his mind and looked at Winters begging: "The doctor of the grassland is a famous doctor, and he can protect the little lion,

You can protect me too. Go away, don't worry about us."

Winters didn't believe that a doctor who was about to die could protect Bai Shi's younger brother and sister's safety. He also understood that Eerlun seemed weak, but his stubbornness in his bones was not inferior to Anna at all.

He could not convince Eerlun to abandon the little lion and escape, just as the little lion could not convince Eerlun to abandon her and escape.

The earth was shaking, and the shouts of killing rushed into my ears, and the heavy leather in the tent could not isolate it.

"There is another way." Winters slowly moved his phalanx and wrist joints.

Eerlun, the ancient doctor who lost his child looked at Winters in confusion.

"The people outside just want two things, one is the sky blue star of the Chihe tribe. The other is..." Winters looked at the broken, covered with blood and mud hanging high beside the little lion.

The red armor, spit out a word:

"White Lion."

Eerlun covered his mouth, tears burst out from his eyes, and shook his head and retreated repeatedly.

Winters cut off the straps around him, pulled off the original armor on his body, and pointed at the white lion helmet standing silently in the middle of the tent like a ghost:

"Put your armor for me!"

Eerlun did not move, and the old doctor, Shiergu, stood up and said a few words to the others in the tent.

The female slaves serving in the Little Lion's tent moved quickly.

The breastplate, skirtplate, shoulderplate, armplate... The red armor hanging on the wooden frame was dismembered and fixed on Winters' body.

Eerlun picked up the last flap, tremblingly wore it for Winters, and tied it tightly.

"The white lion has a purpose, the little lion has a purpose, the Chihe tribe has a purpose, and the enemies of the Chihe tribe have a purpose." Winters stared at Eerlun as if he woke up in a felt tent for the first time: "I don't have it."

Any purpose…I do it all for you.”
To be continued...