All the contract girls want to marry me

To be precise, the seventh-level super-level Zhamuhe is even more difficult to deal with than the demigod Zhamuhe.

A normal strong person can hit the realm of demigods at the fifth level of super level, and those with outstanding talents can break through the bottleneck at the sixth level of super level.

Anyone who can step into the seventh level of super status is a super monster with amazing talents.

If Zhamuhe was really a monster of this level, he would be in trouble.

But how is it possible!

A frightening cold light burst out from Matthew's eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his clenched fist waved downwards.

He had seen Jamuhe.

Zhamuhe is indeed a strong man, but Matthew can already feel the twilight energy in him.

According to the information he learned, Jamuhe was a disciple who followed the Venerable to the grassland more than 1000 years ago.

The qualifications are very old, but also quite mediocre.

Matthew simply couldn't imagine what it would be like for him to touch the threshold of demigods in 1000 years.

It will definitely be crushed to pieces by the mass extinction.

Since Zhamuhe is such a mediocre person, Matthew naturally doesn't need to worry too much.

He looked into the distance, his eyes already past the war in front of him, but focused on the future battle between the strong.

......

Xiaotu Mountain, Khan Zalandin of the Huoxun Khanate has been stationed here for several days.

In order to survive, the soldiers under his command have killed many war horses.

In the past ten days, Zalandin tried all the ways to break out, but none of them succeeded.

His two sons never made any attempt to rescue him. They were always hanging around the outside. Occasionally, a troop would come in to join him, and then they would be surrounded.

Matthew's tactics are almost obvious.

Help around the point.

Thinking of this, Zalandin felt a little pain in his head.

Do these guys really think that the prairie people are all idiots and can't understand such a simple strategy?

He had already seen through Matthew's tactics.

But what if you see through it?Matthew's tactics are clear, but he still doesn't have a good way to deal with them.

Matthew hit the point where they couldn't escape.

As long as Zalandin is still the Khan of the Huoxun Khanate, the grassland army must do its best to rescue him, and this war will never end.

Zalandin knew very well that the best solution for the Huoxun Khanate now was for him to die on the spot and let his son take over.

In this way, the Khanate army can retreat calmly without having to stay here for him.

The grassland people and the royal army are facing each other, are they stupid?

As long as contact is disengaged, the Royal Army's road back home will be a hellish road full of death and thorns.

He really should die here.

He also picked up the saber more than once, but ultimately lost to courage.

He was once the greatest warrior on the grassland, but now he is just a bad old man who will do whatever it takes to survive.

This is the mark that time has left on him.

There was a bit of a wry smile on Zalandin's lips.His stubble was so messy that he had no time to tidy it up, and his face was covered with dust, so he must have been in a very embarrassed state.

He stared blankly into the distance. Although he couldn't see it, he knew that there was the army of the Huoxun Khanate, and his two sons were standing still there.

Two rebels!

Thinking of this, Zalandin became angry.

He will die sooner or later, but it shouldn't be like this!

He is an old lion. He can starve to death or die fighting with his prey, but he should not be separated from his relatives and die alone in such despair.

This is not how a Khan dies, and this is not how a lion dies.

He decided to try again!

While the morale of the army has not collapsed, and the number of war horses is still sufficient, make one last breakthrough.

This time, he will never look back after leaving the mound!

If you want to die, then die on the way to charge!

You two traitors, as well as Imperial Master Benjamin, you will not end well, absolutely not!

You have betrayed the King of the Grassland and the tribe. You are all a bunch of cowards!

Thinking of this, Zalandin was suddenly filled with pride, as if he had returned to his youth.

At that time, he rode a tall horse and galloped across the grassland with his best brothers.

Together they conquered the grasslands and plundered the world, but in the end it was just a mirror image.

As his power grew, estrangements also developed between him and his former good brothers.

He once told his three best brothers that they must not treat him as a Khan, but treat him as a brother for the rest of their lives.

These three fools actually believed it.

Therefore, they always pay less attention to the etiquette of monarchs and ministers in front of Zalandin.

In the end, these three brainless guys died.

He personally ordered the killing.

Since his last Anda died under a butcher's knife, he has finally become the loneliest person.

Thinking of Ivar Anda's last curse, his spirit froze.

Ivar, do you think you can’t survive without Ben Khan?

Haha, I want to let the whole world know today that Zalandin is just old, but he is not so weak that he can be bullied by anyone!

Zalandin picked up the saber and asked the guard captain to bring the war horse for pre-battle mobilization.

Tens of thousands of cavalry were gathered, looking at Zalandin sitting high on the horse with dull eyes, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Looking at the confused eyes of the soldiers, Zalandin laughed.

He raised his saber high and shouted loudly: "Warriors! I, Zalandin, the King of the Grasslands, will take you out now!"

"I only give you a quarter of an hour to get on your horse. Those who can't keep up with me later should find a way out on their own!"

The soldiers looked at Zalandin dumbfounded, their eyes even more confused.

Zalandin's hand holding the saber froze in the air, his expression a little embarrassed.

This was the slogan he shouted when he first went to war more than 40 years ago.

At that time, the warriors were inspired by his heroic spirit, and followed him to defeat the many with less, using 3 cavalry to break up the [-]-strong tribal line.

What a wonderful memory that was!

After so many years, he is actually stronger than he was then. Why don't these bastards trust him anymore?

Could it be that so much has changed in more than 40 years?

Indeed.

Zalandin suddenly realized that the young man who followed him more than 40 years ago was now 70 years old.On the grasslands, few people can survive this long.

Only the wise men and chiefs of the tribe could live such a long life.

For most grassland people, when they were young, they galloped around, licked blood from the knife edge, drank the strongest wine, fucked the most beautiful girl, and then died under the enemy's knife in a vigorous battle, and finally returned to the earth and re-entered the world. Reincarnation.

This is the life of a prairie man.

Those soldiers back then turned out to be old, or even dead.

Thinking of this, Zalandin suddenly felt a little lonely.

He put away his saber, picked up his riding crop, and prepared to lead the charge silently.

Just as he was about to set off, an old voice sounded.

"We are the children of the Golden Wolf God, we are the eagles of the grassland. Let's go together to kill the enemy, enjoy their wives and daughters, and seize their pastures!"

Zalandin's body shook violently. He looked back and saw an old warrior holding a horse and standing next to the team.

This veteran warrior has some difficulty getting on his horse, but is he still fighting?

Zalandin dismounted and came to the old soldier. He held the old soldier's arm and said loudly: "Can you still fight?"

"Not only can I fight, I can also cut off the enemy's heads and enjoy their women as much as I want!"

The old soldier answered loudly.

Zalandin laughed loudly. He personally helped the old soldier onto the horse and said loudly:

"That's right, how can the child of the Golden Wolf God grow old? We will only die in battle, not old age!"

"The Golden Wolf Army will win!"

Although I didn’t quite understand what I said before, everyone understood this sentence.

Under the leadership of the captain of the personal guard, everyone raised their sabers and shouted loudly:

"The Golden Wolf Army will win, the Golden Wolf Army will win!"

Those who followed were all members of the Huoxun tribe.

They believe in the Golden Wolf God, and their army is also called the Golden Wolf Army.This slogan resonates with them.

But those from the Black Sheep and White Sheep tribe couldn't shout.

They looked at each other with unknown anger in their hearts.

Each tribe on the grassland has its own tribal totem, most of which use eagles or various wolves as totems.

The Black Sheep and Aries tribe are unique.

They take the ram god as their totem.

Both the Black Sheep Tribe and the White Sheep Tribe are good at animal husbandry rather than nomadic herding.

They followed the road pointed by the Ram God back south and found their home.

There are abundant water and grass there, as well as rivers and black soil. It is indeed a good place to live and work in peace and contentment.

Also, under the guidance of the Ram God, they built homes, cities, and even reclaimed land, learning to farm like a farming civilization.

The dignified grassland man actually wants to farm?

At the beginning, the young people of the Black Sheep and Aries tribe couldn't figure it out.

But their stubbornness evaporated in the first autumn.

The rice they planted produced a bumper harvest.

The fragrant white rice makes every stubborn young man unable to help but pick up his rice bowl and shout that it smells so good.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that if they calmed down and farmed, they would actually gain more than wandering around plundering.They use the straw produced by planting for breeding, which also increases the output of cattle, sheep and other livestock.

On the grassland, cattle and sheep are actually the natural enemies of pasture.

Cattle and sheep are different from horses. The grass roots they gnaw on will be pulled out, and nothing will grow in the end.

This is also the reason why nomadic people have always been nomadic.

The cattle and sheep have eaten up all the grass. If they are nomadic, will they starve to death?

But the Black Sheep and White Sheep tribe are different. They fence off the best pastures for horses to eat, and fence off the second-rate and worst pastures for cattle and sheep to eat.

They did not drive cattle and sheep into the grassland, but harvested pasture to feed cattle and sheep.

In this way, inferior and inferior grasslands also have a use.

Hay and straw are enough to feed cattle and sheep.

They were surprised to find that this cycle was the best choice.