Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 537 - 99 Monsoon_3

Chapter 537: Chapter 99 Monsoon_3 Chapter 537: Chapter 99 Monsoon_3 “`

“Damn it! We haven’t plundered the grass valley in thirty years! Are you saying we shed blood but don’t get to share in the meat?”

Due to Paratu’s blockade, there was a shortage of everything in the Great Wilderness.

Once they defeated their old enemy, everyone couldn’t wait to plunder Paratu.

Keep in mind, the last time the tribes raided the grass valley was during the era of Khan Queye, thirty years earlier. An entire generation of Herders had never even seen what Paratu looked like.

“Shut it! You bunch of bastards!” Tie Feng jumped up and scolded fiercely, “The fire has reached our eyebrows, and you’re still thinking about raiding the grass valley? Our top priority is to maintain the alliance with the Terdun Tribe! Save yourselves first!”

The crowd of Green Plumed Feathers immediately fell silent.

Tie Feng turned to White Lion and said in a deep voice, “The Terdun Tribe suffered great losses, and ours were even greater. We should stick together for self-preservation. The grey-eyed ones and the hearty eaters claim they’re going to raid the grass valley, but who knows if they’re actually coming to exterminate us?”

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“As far as I’m concerned, the fire tender also has no good intentions.” Little Lion sat by the campfire, frowning deeply, “Doesn’t he also harbor thoughts of swallowing us? The three major tribes, they’re all cast from the same mold. All as greedy as wolves, and all equally vicious.”

Tie Feng spread his hands, expressing a sense of helplessness, “What can we do when the three major tribes are direct descendants of Khan Hongyun? What can we do since they are the ‘golden offspring’ and the ‘heirs’? They are the only ones who can become great khans, and they’re always dreaming of claiming that title.

“Do you think I don’t understand the fire tender’s mind? But when the lion bites your throat and the wolf bites your hand, should we not strike the lion and fend off the wolf? Just be on your guard, that’s all.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” A Green Plumed Feather immediately got angry, roaring aloud, “Tie Feng! Why are you always trying to please the fire tender? Who said only the major tribes could become Khan? Why can’t White Lion? I think you’re planning to defect to the Terdun Tribe! Using the Red River Tribe as a gift!”

“Talk bloody nonsense!” Tie Feng roared furiously, pointing at the other man’s nose and spat out accusingly, “If I had ill intentions, would I bring troops to help you? Ten years ago, the Red River Tribe was flattened like scattered ashes; who helped White Lion gather the tribe? And who lent troops to White Lion? Fine! You think my words are unpleasant, I’ll just take my Eagle Forest Tribe and leave right now!”

Having said that, Tie Feng turned to leave, but Little Lion quickly stopped him.

The opposing Green Plumed Feather was rendered speechless by the rapid fire of words and hung his head in silent frustration.

“Uncle.” White Lion, who had been silent up until then, finally spoke up, his light brown eyes resembling deep pools. He said gently, “I have never doubted you. Please don’t be angry.”

Tie Feng shrugged off Little Lion and sat back down by the fire angrily, saying earnestly to White Lion, “Over a hundred years ago, Khan Hongyun and the tribes swore a blood oath in the presence of nine animals, agreeing that only the ‘golden offspring’ could be Khan. Although times have changed, this sentiment still resides in the hearts of the people.

“You mustn’t be in a hurry to claim the title of Khan, nor should you harbor such a desire. The tribes won’t accept it! If one day the Red River Tribe unites the grasslands, and if you wish to become the great khan or the chanyu, I won’t say a word.”

“Hahaha…” White Lion laughed heartily, his laughter tinged with bitterness, “Do I harbor such ambitions? When I was a child, all I wanted was to have enough food for my mother, brother, and sisters; when my mother, brother, and sisters were gone, and my companions were killed, all I sought was revenge; as more and more people followed me, all I wanted was for them to live securely. If the fire tender could achieve that, I wouldn’t mind leading his horses!”

The surrounding Green Plumed Feathers were also reminded of their sorrows, each one with a grief-stricken face.

Unlike other clans maintained through bloodlines, members of the latter Red River Tribe came from various clans. Because of scattered tribes and destroyed families, they gradually gathered under the banner of White Lion.

[Note: The latter Red River Tribe is distinct from the former Red River Tribe, which was dominated by White Lion’s blood relatives and was decimated by Alpad’s forces.]

For thirty years, the Paratu People continuously attacked the tribes, and as the living space for the tribes was squeezed, they also engaged in mutual combat. Who knows how many tribes were crushed in the turmoil and how many Herders lost their kin?

Little Lion suddenly leaped up, shouting, “Brother! How can you say such a thing? What is the fire tender? Is he worthy?”

“No, he’s not!” White Lion pounded his knee emphatically, his tone resolute, “He is too greedy and too ruthless, only considering us as his servants. I am unwilling to hand over the Red River Tribe members to him.”

“I’m unwilling as well!” the Green Plumed Feathers rose up, echoing in response, “So are we! If the three major tribes want to come and fight us, let them come! We’ll kill them all!”

Tie Feng sat silently in his place, looking very weary.

“First, we must continue to maintain our alliance with the Terdun Tribe, and it’s not harmful to be their nominal vassals. However, we will not relocate to their grasslands, nor will we join their encampments. We must make it clear to the fire tender, if the Haidong Tribe and the Suz Tribe want to attack us, he doesn’t need to come to our aid, just plunder the enemy’s home camps.”

“Ooo!” The Green Plumed Feathers beat their chests and shouted in unison, expressing their agreement.

“Uncle.” White Lion turned to Tie Feng, “The matter with the fire tender, I implore you to be our envoy.”

Tie Feng was momentarily stunned, then, dispelling his fatigue, he said solemnly, “Rest assured. In my opinion, even if we don’t make an arrangement with him, the fire tender would still go and raid the other two tribes’ home camps. They profit while we bleed. He would gladly do such a thing.”

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“Secondly, the hearty eaters and the grey-eyes are not of one mind. That’s an opportunity to have them check each other. If words are placed correctly, they can be as powerful as ten thousand soldiers. I have already asked the Great Shaman to go to the Haidong Tribe and the Suz Tribe to make them understand the stakes. Our strength may be diminished, but whoever we aid will win and whoever we fight will lose. I am willing to reiterate Khan Hongyun’s oath, acknowledging only the golden offspring as khans.” White Lion spread his hands, “I would also swear again that in this lifetime I will never seek to be khan, and if I do, may I die under a thousand arrows.”