216: Chapter 216 Achina, Sethhei!

"Sigh..."

Qing Ying sighed. "If I could have invited them, I would have done so long ago."

"This time, the Right Great Danghu asked the White Sheep King to attack us with the permission of Modu Chanyu. Which other king would dare to defy Modu Chanyu's will!"

As Qing Ying spoke, his face was filled with bitterness.

His already weathered face seemed to age a dozen years in an instant.

The pressure on him was too great.

He was so worried that his hair was turning white.

He said in a low voice, "Chiefs, I fear we cannot escape the fate of our tribes being used as slaves and our women being seized by the Right Great Danghu and the White Sheep King!"

Lie Yun, the chief of the Liefeng Tribe, slapped his thigh and cursed, "The Right Great Danghu and the White Sheep King are truly Akina and Saishei!"

The other chiefs joined in one after another, all cursing the Right Great Danghu and the White Sheep King as beasts worse than pigs and dogs.

The fiercest among them, Lie Yun, shouted, "We'll fight those Akina and Saishei to the death!"

"If Akina and Saishei want to swallow us whole, we'll make sure their teeth are shattered!"

"That's right!"

Chi Yan, the chief of the Chiyanju Tribe, was dressed in fiery red robes. His adrenaline was surging, his blood was boiling, and his face was flushed red.

He shouted in a rough voice, "We're at a dead end anyway. Since it's death either way, let's fight Akina and Saishei to the end."

"Just as Chief Lie Yun said, if Akina and Saishei want to devour our tribes, they won't succeed without getting their teeth smashed!"

The chiefs of the Shuangzong Tribe and the Lingyu Tribe also nodded in agreement.

The atmosphere inside the main tent became solemn and tragic.

All the chiefs were prepared to die in battle.

These men simply lacked education; otherwise, at this moment, they would have shouted: 'The wind sighs and the Yi River is cold; once the hero leaves, he will never return!'

The marching speed of cavalry was far faster than that of infantry.

Even though the riders of the Tuan Tribe had to drive a large number of cattle and sheep, they still reached the highlands where the Qinglan Tribe was located within two days.

Their arrival immediately alerted the high-ranking members of the Liefeng Tribe, Chiyanju Tribe, Shuangzong Tribe, Lingyu Tribe, and Qinglan Tribe.

The various chiefs watched as the Tuan Tribe riders leisurely drove their livestock toward the Qinglan Tribe, and black lines appeared on all their foreheads.

The people of the Tuan Tribe were lucky they hadn't been attacked by the Right Great Danghu and the White Sheep King on the way.

"Chief Jin Tu!"

Qing Ying said to Jin Tu with a forced smile, "Have you come to our Qinglan Tribe to graze your animals?"

"Indeed!"

The other tribal chiefs also said disparagingly, "At a time like this, you still have the mind to drive cattle and sheep here?"

"This..."

Jin Tu smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

He also looked at Tian Ju and Lu Jia with a hint of complaint.

Originally, he had only planned to slaughter some livestock before rushing to the Qinglan Tribe.

But Tian Ju and Lu Jia had asked, "If you leave these cattle and sheep in the tribe, won't they encounter wolf packs?"

Encountering wolf packs was a certainty.

However, with the situation so urgent, they shouldn't have cared about the livestock; their top priority was to rush to the Qinglan Tribe to rendezvous with the other tribes.

Jin Tu was also afraid that if they were late, they might run into the main forces of the Right Great Danghu and the White Sheep King on the road.

That would have been disastrous for them.

Unlike Jin Tu's panic, both Tian Ju and Lu Jia were very calm.

Lu Jia, in particular, was incredibly relaxed after knowing that Tian Ju had brought a large number of mortar shells.

The power of these mortar shells might not be as world-destroying as the artillery demonstration prepared by His Majesty the Head of State.

But the mortars were of medium caliber, and the explosion radius of the shells exceeded twenty meters.

The steel fragments from the shell's blast, along with the steel balls packed inside, were enough to inflict heavy casualties on enemy personnel and horses.

With powerful mortars to hold the line, they wouldn't fear even if they were besieged by twenty thousand cavalry.

"Who are these two?"

"Qin people?"

As Jin Tu's gaze shifted toward Tian Ju and Lu Jia, Qing Ying looked at their attire and immediately recognized their identity.

His hand moved to the hilt of the scimitar at his waist; he did not know the intentions of Tian Ju and Lu Jia.

But their Xiongnu people were in a hostile relationship with the Qin people.

"Qin dogs!"

The fiercest, Lie Yun, directly drew the scimitar from his waist and pointed it at Tian Ju, who was wearing leather armor.

This man was dressed as a Qin Army general, clearly a Qin commander.

Lie Yun had no good feelings toward Qin generals.

Two years ago, when the Touman Tribe fought the Qin Army, many warriors of his Liefeng Tribe had died under the Qin Crossbow.

Not just Lie Yun, but Chi Yan and the other tribal chiefs also looked at Tian Ju with cold faces, their right hands on their scimitar hilts as they drew their blades inch by inch.

"Calm down!"

"Calm down!"

Jin Tu hurriedly tried to stop them.

One of Qing Ying's subordinates came to report, saying to Qing Ying, "Chief, there are a large number of Qin people in the Jintu Tribe!"

"Jin Tu!"

"What is the meaning of this?"

Qing Ying's voice was cold, his vulture-like gaze fixed intently on Jin Tu. "What do you mean by bringing Qin people here?"

*Clang, clang, clang!*

Chi Yan and the other tribal chiefs all drew their scimitars, their blades pointing directly at Jin Tu, Tian Ju, and Lu Jia.

Tian Ju pulled out two revolvers and cocked the hammers.

Lu Jia's expression remained calm.

He said, "If you don't want to seek your own deaths, you'd better put your scimitars away quickly."

"Otherwise, even if you kill me, I'll only be one step ahead of you."

"When the time comes, I'll be waiting for you on the Yellow Springs Road so we can enter the Hall of Yama together."

Cao Jiacheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and translated for Qing Ying and the other tribal chiefs.

He actually didn't want to get involved in this mess.

But Tian Ju and the others had held a blade to his neck, forcing him to come.

Cao Jiacheng had a considerable friendship with chiefs like Qing Ying, Chi Yan, and Lie Yun. With Cao Jiacheng as the translator, much of the hostility from these chiefs was dispelled.

Indeed, after seeing that the translator was Cao Jiacheng, chiefs like Qing Ying, Chi Yan, and Lie Yun lowered their guard toward Tian Ju and Lu Jia slightly—but only slightly.

Lie Yun retorted, "Could it be that you Qin people actually want to come and save us?"

"And why not?"

Lu Jia asked in return.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

Hearing Lu Jia say this, Lie Yun burst out laughing.

"How ridiculous! You Qin people would love nothing more than to see us Xiongnu kill each other. Why would you come to save us?"

"You Xiongnu people are descendants of the Xia."

"You are all part of our Huaxia race."

"Now, His Majesty the Premier of Great Qin is merciful; he is willing to work with the Xiongnu to build a Community of Shared Interests."

"You can use wool to exchange for the grain of our Great Qin."

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

"You're killing me!"

"This is truly killing me with laughter!"