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Chapter 448 Raid
Morigen rushed into the tent, and when he came out, he was carrying a longbow, a quiver on his back, and a scimitar at his waist. He strode to his warhorse, mounted it, and the children who had been playing happily in the distance were also urging their horses back, but apart from Jida, the other four were riding ponytails and could not run fast at all.

Morigen rode forward to meet them.

Since they are scouts, there shouldn't be too many of them.

He went to entangle them for a while so that Zhuoma and the children could escape.

Looking back at Zhuoma, the experienced woman had already lit a pile of cow dung and covered it with a lot of grass. Thick smoke was rising in plumes, and in this kind of weather, the warning smoke could be clearly seen even from ten miles away.

Morigen wasn't flustered. He wasn't alone. There were at least a few dozen herders around. Unlike his family, who were still just kids, each of those families could field several soldiers in their tents.

When the smoke signals an attack, it signifies war, and everyone will quickly gather here.

In a very short time, they were able to gather more than a hundred fierce warriors.

"Ah Da, run! Ah Da, run! There are so many people!" Jida frantically whipped his horse, even overtaking several of his younger siblings. Morigen saw utter panic on his face.

This made Morrigan very angry.

As the eldest son in the family, you should be a role model and protector for your younger siblings, not someone who runs away faster than them when trouble comes.

The child is still too young and needs more experience.

Morigen decided to forgive Jida this time.

Jeddah and Morgen's warhorses passed each other.

The next moment, Morigen pulled hard on the reins of his warhorse, and the horse reared up with a loud neigh.

Morigen finally understood why Jeddah was so panicked.

Where would you find so many scouts?

At least a hundred riders appeared simultaneously on that small hill ridge, and as they charged downhill, more riders kept emerging from behind them.

Despair instantly overwhelmed Morgen's entire mind.

Subconsciously, he reined in his horse and turned it around.

"Ah Da!" came the terrified cries of the children behind them, and further away, Zhuoma's desperate roar could be heard.

Morigen turned around.

His four underage children, riding on ponies, were overwhelmed by the surging tide of cavalry.

"Ah!" Morigen roared angrily. In that instant, blood rushed to his head. He forgot what fear was, and he was no longer afraid of death.

He turned his horse around and charged into the torrent.

Bend the bow and nock the arrow.

Morigen, the tribe's best archer, fired three arrows, then drew his scimitar and, alone, went upstream.

Jeddah is still on the run.

He didn't dare to look back.

He recognized those people.

They are barbarians.

Several years ago, these barbarians had plundered the area around Yandu during the struggle for the throne among the three kings. Their brutality left the people around Yandu terrified. Now, they have returned.

He heard his father's roar, and he saw his mother standing there like a statue, with horses right next to her, but she didn't mount one and run away.

Jida called out, and Zhuoma finally showed some expression on her face.
It looked like she was crying, but it also looked like she was laughing.

"Run!" Zhuoma's voice faintly reached his ears. Jida whipped the horse beneath him fiercely. This was the horse his father had carefully chosen for him, known as the best warhorse within a hundred miles, but now it had become his means of escape.

Jida burst into tears.

For the Yuan Dynasty, these past few years have been the darkest years since its founding, as they have split from a unified nation into three, and these three are constantly fighting each other.

But for the Rendo family, these past few years have been the best years of their lives.

Their power and wealth have reached new heights in recent years.

In order to defeat the Tiele, Akdun used the Three Kings Council to gain the support of the Rendo and Xifeng clans. Although he eventually became emperor, the price he paid was the loss of power.

He is now roughly equivalent to one-third of an emperor.

This was very different from what he had imagined.

For Ren Duozhong, the current court structure is the best possible one. As for unification or not, he truly doesn't care.

More than a hundred years ago, there was no Yuan Dynasty, and there were no kingdoms. Everyone was just a tribal alliance. Wasn't that a good time?

At least the Renduo family didn't need to bow to the emperor, and they didn't have so many complicated rules. They all believed in the simplest principle: whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

Akdun's power now extends beyond Yandu City. Xifeng Keqin suffered a serious illness last year and is still bedridden and on the verge of death. The Renduo family's power has undergone a new round of expansion, and its current strength is the greatest among the three kings. Even the Beiting Protectorate has begun to focus its contact on itself rather than Akdun.

If the Beiting Protectorate can support me in swallowing up Akdun and Xifeng Keqin, then even paying some additional price is not out of the question.

In previous contacts, the Beiting Protectorate was not very proactive.

They seem to prefer Akton a bit more.

Of course, as the opposing side, Aktun, that good-for-nothing, would naturally be more favored by the opponent than himself.

However, the Beiting Protectorate did not completely refuse; at least they offered a price.

Although his demands were too great, I couldn't possibly agree to them.

But once a price is offered, it means there's room for negotiation.

Asking for an exorbitant price? Let's negotiate on the spot!

In the end, all this politics is just a business transaction.

The Rendo family has lived on this land for hundreds or even thousands of years, relying on their ability to be pragmatic, seize opportunities, yield when they should, and make a fortune when they should.

For over a hundred years, the Yingzhuo family was simply too powerful, and the Renjia family could only retreat and grovel for over a hundred years. Now, it is the Renjia family's turn to realize their ambitions.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, which shot out like lightning. A hundred paces away, a copper coin tied to a willow tree jingled as it flew into the air.

Nine arrows flew in quick succession, producing nine crisp sounds, and nine copper coins flew towards the expert. Ren Duozhong laughed heartily and tossed the bow to a guard to the side.

Even at sixty-five, he could still eat three liters of rice, sleep with several women at night, wield a knife and a bow, and still be as brave and fierce as the three armies.

The Renta family is currently conducting their annual Barutu spring selection.

Balutu is the title of a warrior.

Regardless of your previous status—whether you were a prisoner, a slave, or a commoner—you could apply to participate in this selection. Once you won, your status and position would undergo a dramatic change, and you would embark on a bright future.

And this title of "Barutu" is awarded to only a mere one hundred people each year.

The army formed by Barutu is the core of the Rendo family's direct forces and the foundation upon which they rely for survival.

"Let's begin!" Renduozhong sat cross-legged on the felt carpet on the high platform, holding a wine cup in one hand and waving the other casually.

(End of this chapter)