C193

"I pay my respects to Master Ge Wuka."

"Get up."

Receiving Wu Qike's acknowledgement, Ge Wuka felt a surge of joy in his heart, but his expression was still very calm. As long as one tribe after another acknowledged him, his status in the Upper Valley would be unshakable. If he defeated fresh inferior, he would be even more mighty than his father.

"Master Ge Wuka, please come to the tent to have a drink."

Although Wu Qike was unwilling, but since they had already acknowledged Ge Wuka's position in the Lord Wu Huan, they should treat him with respect. Wu Qike respectfully made an inviting gesture, and brought Ge Wuka and the group to his own camp.

Wu Qike's tribe was not big, with a total of less than ten thousand people. There were only around two thousand Knights who could control blades when they fought, and if not for the fact that his tribe was too small, and could not fight against Ge Wuka, he would never have acknowledged Ge Wuka as Lord Wu Huan.

As they walked into Wu Qike's tribe, the women all stared at the group of uninvited guests with widened eyes. No matter when it was, the women would always be the most vigilant. Bloody experiences told them that when these bloodthirsty men came together, nothing good would happen.

Sure enough, a quarrel soon broke out in the tent. Although Wu Qike had recognized Ge Wuka's identity as a Lord Wu Huan, he would not listen to Ge Wuka's orders. So when Ge Wuka asked them to surrender to the Darky Court, he insisted on it.

"What?" They want us to surrender to the Chinese? No! Absolutely not! We just have to acknowledge that we have pledged our allegiance to the Han people, and tell us to send the women and children to the city and help them attack the fresh inferior.

Ge Wuka's face flushed, then paled. He did not expect to encounter resistance from the very first tribe, which greatly challenged his authority. However, he still endured his anger and could not lose the attitude of a Lord Wu Huan. He looked at Wu Qike and said lightly:

"After so many years, the fresh inferior has been fighting with us over the grassland. They even robbed our women and cattle during these few days. It just so happens that our Urushion is able to take advantage of Chinese Army's power and completely destroy him. In the future, our Upper Valley County's pasture will belong to him, so why not? If you leave the women and sheep in the county, you don't have to worry about the fresh inferior's sneak attack.

Wu Qike did not seem to be moved by the prospects that Ge Wuka had described, he obviously wanted to chase away the fresh inferior, but since he was not willing to follow Ge Wuka to fight against fresh inferior, he did not believe in the Chinese. He coldly stared at Ge Wuka, and said disdainfully.

"Humph!" I don't want to deal with them. Besides, if a tribe can't even protect its own women and children, there's no need for the tribe to exist. "

With a "sou" sound, he pulled out the scimitar and was about to chop off Wu Qike's head. But at the same time, the warrior beside Wu Qike also pulled out his scimitar, the warriors on both sides stared at each other, and they were about to fight to the death.

"Everyone stop!"

Ge Wuka finally took out the Lord Wu Huan stance, and with a loud roar, he stunned everyone inside the tent. Although these Urushion were savage, they were also afraid of their might and power, so they obediently kept the scimitar. Ge Wuka then stood up and said sternly.

"Wu Qike, the Han Chinese have already sent tens of thousands of cavalrymen into the Upper Valley. They are encircling and annihilating Urushion and fresh inferior who are not obedient within the borders of the Upper Valley.

"What's the big deal!" At most, we can leave the Upper Valley and return to the desert. I don't believe that those Chinese would dare to chase into the desert. "

Wu Qike stubbornly raised his head, glanced at Ge Wuka coldly, and said fiercely. He knew that once he followed Ge Wuka and pledged his allegiance to the Han Chinese, his tribe would definitely be incorporated into Ge Wuka's tribe.

Seeing Wu Qike's determined look, the flames of anger in Ge Wuka's heart started to burn fiercely. It seemed that this guy would rather escape to the desert than follow him. He forcefully suppressed his anger, stared at Wu Qike and coldly said:

"Do you want to give up your ranch?"

"Humph!" If we give in to the Chinese, this place will be their pasture. He turned twenty thousand fresh inferior into a Mute Eunuch. Who knows if he would also turn a Urushion into a Mute Eunuch. "

Wu Qike swept his eyes across Ge Wuka and saw his anger. He quickly turned his attention to the Han Chinese and said angrily. Although he did not like Ge Wuka, he did not want to have a falling out with him either. After all, they were all Urushion.

"The advisor of the Lord General said that it was because the fresh inferior was not willing to submit that they had to be vicious to the fresh inferior. As for Urushion s who submit, they will protect them and as for those who refuse to submit, they will destroy them as well. "

Seeing that Wu Qike was angry at the Chinese, Ge Wuka calmed his anger down a little. He did not want the other Urushion s to be on good terms with the Chinese either, so he did his best to persuade Wu Qike. As long as Wu Qike followed him, it would not be excessive for him to even accommodate Wu Qike's actions.

"You don't have to say anything. I will never surrender to the Chinese." Wu Qike stood up with a "teng" sound, coldly swept Ge Wuka and the others with his gaze, and unrestrainedly ordered them to leave, "You may leave, we will not entertain any guests today."

"You …" Ge Wuka was so angry that he almost jumped up, a dignified Lord Wu Huan was actually being chased away by a small tribe. "He stood up expressionlessly, his anger already starting to burn in his eyes. He waved to his warriors and walked out of the tent." "Let's go!"

When Ge Wuka came out of the tent, he saw that Wu Qike's Knights were all gathered outside the tent, vigilantly watching his group. As for Ge Wuka's Knights, they were all mounted on horses, vigilantly staring at Wu Qike. Ge Wuka looked at the hostile gazes of the Knights of Wu Qike, and a malicious idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

"Wu Qike, what are you doing?"

"I won't do anything, send Master Ge Wuka off."

Wu Qike walked out of the tent and said indifferently. Then, he waved his hand towards Wu Qike's knights, who retreated. However, they did not leave, and continued to stare at Ge Wuka and the others near the tent.

"Let's go!"

Ge Wuka turned and walked outside, until he was in front of his Cavalry. He rolled onto the horse's back and looked back. He coldly glanced at the Knights of the Wu Qike Tribe and saw that they only had around two thousand people in their group, including the children who were half grown.

"Wu Qike, I ask you again, are you coming with us?"

"Never!"

Wu Qike answered very straightforwardly, there was no room for discussion. Although he saw Ge Wuka's sinister smile, he was not prepared to compromise. Revenge and murder between tribes were commonplace in the Urushion. Only tribes that had gone through blood and fire would be the kings of the plains.

"Ang …"

All of a sudden, GUO took out the scimitar at his waist, its voice still reverberating in the snow. The more than two thousand riders behind him had already drawn their blades in their hands, and the two thousand scimitar's reflecting the snow light on the ground illuminated the dark sky.

"All warriors of Ge Wu Qi, Wu Qike refused to listen to Lord Wu Huan's orders.

Wu Qike who was on high alert saw Ge Wuka pull out his blade and immediately shouted out. He then led the tribe warriors to charge forward. This was their tribe, and they were backed by their women and sheep. The slightest carelessness could lead to a disaster, and they had no choice but to strike first.

"Warriors of Wu Qike, this is our women and children, kill them for me!"

Following a furious roar, Ge Wuka and the other knights of his tribe rushed out. The sharp sound of the wind breaking sounded out, causing the people's eardrums to hurt, as they intensely rubbed against the air. The hissing sound was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue and seeping into their hearts, following the wave of wind, it instantly congealed into a substance, forming a blade like sharp light, slicing open their skin, making Wu Qike's eyes which were in a mess.

"Awoo …"

Amidst deafening, strange roars, more than two thousand Wu Qike Knights raised their sharp scimitar s, spurring their horses to gallop forward, roaring as they charged into the formation Ge Wuka was charging towards.

"Kill …"

Wu Qike raised the scimitar high up, and before he could even stop shouting, the heavy warhorse's snort had already reached him, a glaring blade light flashed, Wu Qike casually blocked, the scimitar in his hands turned upwards, and when he cut open the throat of his opponent, he could clearly see his opponent's sinister expression.

"Pu …"

The sharp blade once again cut open a flesh and blood body, and a clear sound rang. Wu Qike's mouth twitched, making him look exceptionally sinister, he howled again, his right hand suddenly raised the scimitar, and chopped towards a Ge Wuka person. The sharp blade was glinting the cold cold glare's flesh and blood, catching the Ge Wuka unprepared, barely turning his body, the roaring scimitar had already fiercely chopped off his left shoulder.

"Die!"

Following Ge Wuka's explosive shout, an ear-piercing sound of wind breaking could be heard. The scimitar slid past Wu Qike's neck, and the blade aura seeped into his neck and opened a thin crack on his skin. Wu Qike's head flew forward, but his body tumbled down the horse.

"Wu Qike has already been killed, those who surrender must not die!"

Ge Wuka held Wu Qike's head and shouted to Urushion who was in the midst of battle. In an instant, no matter if it was the cavalry of the Ge Wuka Tribe or the warriors of the Wu Qike Tribe, both sides had stopped fighting as they stared fixedly at Ge Wuka.

"From today onwards, Wu Qike Tribe will be incorporated into Ge Wuka Tribe. Those who are willing to follow us will have to leave the camp and those who are not willing to follow us will be killed!"

The remaining people of Wu Qike hesitated for a moment, and then one of them jumped down from his horse, and walked towards his own tent. To the people on horseback, jumping off the horse was tantamount to giving up resistance, which meant surrendering. Once someone took the lead, the other Wu Qike people followed suit. After all, they had just surrendered to another tribe, the Wuhuan Tribe.

A blinding ray of sunlight shot out from the clouds. The dusky sky instantly regained its brightness, and the scenes of the various places could be seen clearly. The thick snow was already covered with blood, but the pure white snow was suffused with that terrifying blood-red. This was the day of Urushion's calamity.