sjar Chapter 377: The Conflict between the Huns and the Rakshasa
Chapter 377: The Conflict between the Huns and the Rakshasa
"Uncle, those damned Rakshasas have captured more than a dozen people. We're almost unable to control them. These beasts are going too far. Two people died last night."
Prince Kangying had just returned to his tent when his nephew Sukhbaru came in from outside.
"My little ancestor, shut up, is that what you said?"
Prince Kangying carefully covered his nephew's mouth. His sister passed away early, and this nephew grew up by his side since he was a child, almost like his own son.
"But my uncle and his men have gone too far. We have never had peace in our territory. We gave them gold and silver after they arrived, but they still ran out that night and plundered the Batu tribe. Batu is still waiting to see you in the tent ahead."
Sukhbaru was very excited when he spoke, and he gripped the knife at his waist tightly.
He didn't understand why he, a warrior of the Great Xiongnu, had to suffer such a loss. Those Russians encouraged us to become independent, but in the end, our lives were even worse than before.
He had also heard that when the Manchu nobles came to the grassland, they would simply offer a few beautiful women and would never disturb the lives of ordinary people.
But these Rakshasas had clearly been arranged for them, but they refused to accept the palace's arrangements and insisted on going out to rob on their own to satisfy their perverted thoughts.
To put it nicely, we are allies. To put it bluntly, this is their colony and we have no rights at all.
"I won't go see him. Go talk to him properly and ask him to be your deputy. The tribe should compensate them for what they owe. Don't dwell on this matter anymore. The war is about to start, and many Rakshasa troops will be coming. Notify the surrounding tribes and tell them to stay away."
After hearing what Prince Kangying said, Sukhbaru thought he had misheard. Where could he hide? Although the grassland was vast, each tribe had its own territory. Even if he hid in someone else's territory, wouldn't those Rakshasas have horses?
"Can't we just talk to them properly? If we don't, it might lead to trouble. Some people can't hold it back anymore and will take action tonight."
Sukhbaru said very angrily.
"This won't do. You must find those who are about to take action and lock them all up. A little impatience will ruin a big plan. They are just a few women. In order to protect the territory of our palace, this sacrifice must be made. If the Han people in the south attack us..."
When Prince Kangying thought of this, he really didn't dare to think any further. The Han people did send some officials over, a total of more than a dozen people, who were holding the decrees of the Beiyang government, but Prince Kangying, under the instigation of the Russians, buried these people alive.
According to the previous rules, you have killed the imperial envoy. Not only will your land be confiscated, but your entire family may even be executed.
After hearing what his uncle said, Sukhbaatar calmed down. According to the previous rules of the Qing Dynasty, if the Huns really killed the imperial envoy, no one in the family would survive, and Sukhbaatar would also be implicated.
"Batubatubat..."
Just as the two were talking, there was a shout suddenly from outside. Prince Kangying urged Sukhbaru to go out and take a look, and not to let Batu do anything stupid.
On the grassland outside, a dozen tribal warriors gathered around Batu. At this moment, they drew out the scimitars used by their ancestors and rushed towards the Rakshasa camp in the distance.
"Brother Batu..."
Sukhbaru only had time to shout out this sentence before he mounted his warhorse and wanted to go over and take a look.
Before I could run two steps, the sound of machine guns was heard in the distance.
Batu and a dozen of his men were machine gunned when they were still a few hundred meters away from the Russian camp. It turned out that these Russians were not fools. After robbing Batu's tribe, they knew that the Huns would retaliate, so they were prepared.
When Sukhbaru rushed over, Batu was holding a scimitar in his hand and slowly fell down. When he turned around, Sukhbaru could still see the look in Batu's eyes, as if telling Sukhbaru, is this the future of us Huns?
Sukhbaru felt something stuck in his throat. Batu was the most loyal tribal leader under his uncle.
The cattle and sheep given to him every year were the fattest. Whenever there was something happening in the palace, he would bring his warriors to help. He would do it even if there was no task assigned to him. But now the result is like this.
"What are you doing?"
While Sukhbaru was in a daze, several people came out of the Rakshasa camp and stabbed people on the ground with bayonets. It was obvious that these people were dead, but even death could not make them feel at ease?
"Sir, I am only carrying out the orders of our superior (I know that's not the title, but that title cannot be written)."
The few soldiers who came out also knew Sukhbaru and knew that he was not an ordinary Hun. They would explain a few words. If an ordinary Hun were here, judging from your tone, he might kill you too.
"You can't take him away. He attacked us. According to our rules, his body must be left here for the wild wolves on the grassland to eat."
Sukhbaru didn't want to say much to these people. He just wanted to take Batu back and bury him in Batu's favorite place, but he didn't expect that this would not work.
"What if I insist on taking it away?"
Sukhbaru was a young man after all, and he had already picked up Batu, and he never thought of letting go.
Several Luosha soldiers around raised their guns, their faces full of hostility. Even if you are the nephew of Prince Kangying, so what? Even your uncle has to live under our rule. Do you still want to fight with us?
"Collect the team."
Sukhbaru's men also pulled out their guns, but the Rakshasa officer in the distance shouted and did not let his stupid men make trouble here. After all, there were only more than 200 of them, and if a conflict really broke out, they would not have the upper hand.
Even if the Rakshasa government avenges them today in the future, they will lose their heads in a conflict, which will not benefit them at all.
Prince Kangying, who was hiding in a tent in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief. He was most afraid of something like this happening. Sukhbaru was going to be sent to the rear and could not be left here. He was too stubborn and if he stayed here, he would sooner or later have a conflict with the Russians. Don't expect the Russians to help then.