The hunt begins.
The servant led the way with the hunting dog. The three princes and the young tribal masters who followed them entered the woods from different forest entrances.
"Come on, Mr. Song, speed up so that they don't overtake the prey!"
Bach took the lead and urged Song Che loudly.
He is really a simple-minded person with strong limbs.
The eldest prince Sultan has a strong family background, and the second prince Kuimu is too cruel. It will definitely not be a good thing if these two become princes.
That's why Song Che chose the third prince Bach. This guy is simple-minded, brave and foolhardy, and is easier to deceive.
Song Che asked calmly: "Has Your Highness ever known how to fish?"
Bach said: "My people live by nomadic fishing and hunting, how could we not know how to fish?"
Song Che smiled and said: "Then your Highness should know that after the fish bite the hook, they need to be collected and released for a period of time. When their strength is exhausted, they can then harvest the net - the same is true for hunting. This batch of prey was only released for two days." After a quarter of an hour, there will definitely still be energy left. It will be very difficult to hunt them. Instead of expending energy chasing them, you might as well sneak them away for half an hour. They are wearing thin clothes and are barefoot, and their limbs will soon be frozen. By then When we are full of energy, we will harvest again and catch them accurately."
Bach thought for a moment and suddenly said: "What Mr. Song said is absolutely true!" Then he ordered the team to slow down and enter the woods in order.
"Your Highness, if you use living people as prey, aren't you afraid that they will escape?" Song Che asked.
"Escape? Hahaha..." Bach laughed and said, "I hunted slaves not once or twice, but no slave survived;
What Mr. Song didn't know was that to the north of this mountain forest was the Liang River. At this time, the river surface had frozen into ice, but the ice was very fragile. Once people stepped on it, they would fall into the ice holes;
Moreover, we have already sent troops to monitor the northern links. Once we find slaves trying to escape across the river, we will order them to be driven back;
Even if they can escape our hunting, the cold wind in the winter will freeze them into ice cubes in less than half an hour. "
How cruel!
"Shashasha..."
There was a noise in the woods not far away.
"Hush..." Bach made a silent gesture, picked up the bow and arrow, lowered the horse's hooves, and searched for the sound.
Song Che frowned. He wanted to see the slave appear more than anyone else.
Bach pushed aside a branch and was about to use his bow to shoot an arrow, but found that it was just a red deer. He immediately lost interest and sneered: "It's really disappointing."
Song Che breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You don't have to be a slave to hunt. Why doesn't Your Highness release an arrow when you have such a good opportunity?"
Bach put away his bow and arrows and said: "It is the tradition of the Hu people to select successors through hunting. Back then, my father Khan came first in hunting and became the successor of the tribe;
Now that Father Khan is old and about to proclaim himself emperor, he will definitely choose a prince to be crown prince. This winter hunting is a test for us;
My background is incomparable to that of the Sultan, so I must win in this hunt to gain the recognition of my father Khan. Slaves are my target, and I disdain other animals. "
He is really a simple-minded person. Song Che didn't even deceive him, but he revealed so much information himself.
It seems that Timur is determined to become emperor, and the selection of the crown prince is proceeding as Song Che expected.
"Actually, as an outsider, I can also tell that the Great Khan seems to appreciate His Highness more." Song Che flattered him in a subtle way.
People with simple minds and well-developed limbs are the least able to withstand praise.
There was a hint of pride in Bach's expression: "Of course, I am the most heroic among all the children of the royal family. When I was thirteen years old, I followed my father Khan on many expeditions. I have been through life and death countless times. The position of crown prince should have been mine—— "
"Your Highness." Song Che interrupted Bach and glanced at the accompanying servants, "I can't listen to what you said, lest others listen and gossip outside, saying that I am helping you seize Direct descendant."
"What's wrong with this?" Bach pointed to the entourage around him and said, "These people are all my cronies, and they all think that I should inherit the throne."
He turned his head and looked at Song Che again: "Don't you think so, Mr. Song?"
Song Che smiled and said: "I'm just an outsider. I don't know anything. The reason why I hunt with His Highness is purely because I think Your Highness is easier to get along with. The eldest prince and the second prince are too selfish and arrogant."
"Hahaha... Have you, an outsider, even noticed that?" Bach laughed, then said coldly: "Sultan and Kuimu are just the products of Father Khan's last resort in order to consolidate the relationship with the big tribe. , if they didn’t rely on their mother’s background as a backer, they wouldn’t be worthy of competing with me!”
Where competition leads to success or failure.
Where success or failure comes there will be sacrifice.
Where there is sacrifice, there will be bloodshed.
For Song Che, the ending of the three princes is not important, what is important is the process in which they ruined the fate of their country for power.
Chatted for half an hour.
The hunting party entered deep into the woods, and the hounds began to become restless.
"go!"
The servant unties the hound. The hounds roared out. They gathered under a big tree and barked at the tree.
"Oh? It seems that today's first prey is hiding in the trees. Ah, my favorite is the prey hiding in the trees. They look desperate. The more I look at them, the more excited I am." Bach licked excitedly. Licking his lips, he summoned his followers to surround the tree.
Song Che looked up and saw a man shivering from the cold squatting on the treetops covered with snow. He was already climbing up very hard, just to avoid the pursuit of predators, but unfortunately... …He was desperate.
The most fearful thing is not death, but the process of waiting for death.
With his panicked eyes open, he looked down at the dozen bows and arrows that were ready to go under the tree, and finally couldn't help crying and begging for mercy:
"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me. I still have old parents to support at home..."
"Hey, so what if you have parents at home? Can you still go back?" Bach shot an arrow.
The arrow flew past the slave's face, scaring him so much that he quickly moved to the other side.
With Bach's arrow method of piercing the Yang at a hundred steps, it would never be missed, unless he did it on purpose - which he did on purpose. He walked around to the other side, looked at the slave with amusement, and shouted: "I will give you one." Chance, if you don’t fall to death when you jump from above, I will spare your life!”
From the slave's position to the bottom of the tree, the gap is at least five to six feet, which is as high as four or five stories. Even if he survives the fall, his legs will definitely be disabled. How can he be forgiven?
The slave tried to look down, and wanted to jump down several times, but in the end he was timid. He was afraid and hugged the tree trunk and cried loudly: "Father, mother! The child cannot die for you..."
"Your parents are probably dead a long time ago. I will send you to see them now to fulfill your filial piety."
Bach raised his bow and arrow, intending to shoot the slave down, but just when he was about to let go, Song Che gently pressed his arm:
"Your Highness, wait a moment, I have a plan that can help you secure the top spot."
