Putting himself in that position, he realized he likely wouldn't have been able to react in time either.

The fact that Batu could respond in time showed that his strength was by no means average.

Seeing Luo Yong take this seriously, Bise continued, "Bado has a son named Burgut.

" Burgute.

What a strange name.

Lu Yong instinctively responded while gnawing on a lamb chop.

His interest peiqued by Bise's words.

In the words of their prairie people, Bureugigu seems to mean eagle.

Bisay briefly explained then spoke with a heavier tone that Bureugigu is very strong, stronger than Badu.

Lu Yong was very interested in strong opponents.

He could clearly feel that he had hit a bottleneck.

He wanted to break through, but it wasn't easy.

Practicing with Lu Jang was useless.

He needed a real fight.

Only by pushing himself to the brink could he break through that invisible barrier and become stronger.

So after hearing Baise's words, he immediately asked, "Oh, this how strong is he?" Facing Luo Yong s inquiry, Baise hesitated for a moment, then pulled open his collar, revealing a wound.

This injury was left by Bureug under the flickering fire light.

A gruesome scar near Ba's collarbone came into Luo Yong<unk>s view.

The moment he saw the wound, Lu Yong's pupils constricted.

The shape of the wound suggested it had been inflicted by a long spear or similar weapon.

Of course, that wasn't the main point.

The key was the location of that strike.

If it had been off by just an inch, that blow could have pierced by Zay's neck.

In other words, it was a strike that nearly cost by Z's life.

That bureigud was surprisingly strong to that extent.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the undeniable fact was that Bise's strength had surpassed his own.

Yet, such a Bise had almost died at the hands of Burgid.

At this point, Lu Yong couldn't help but feel a heavy heart.

By the way, who won that battle? Consider it a mutual defeat, Baise said flatly.

All right, get some rest.

Bureugude is impatient.

Now that Badu is in our hands, he will definitely bring people to attack us tomorrow.

After saying that, Baise went back to his tent to rest.

Late at night, he found it hard to fall asleep again.

Perhaps because he had become accustomed to the wooden houses and beds of the Ming Jing tribe, and now sleeping in a tent felt strange.

At that moment, Bise inexplicably thought of Lu Gi, although he didn't want to admit it given that guy's intellect.

How could he possibly send someone as unsuitable for prairie combat as Lu Yong to the Wild Horse Tribe? Wasn't that just asking for trouble? Realizing this, Bise paused for a moment, asking for trouble.

It suddenly became clear to him just a moment ago.

He had come to understand what Luo Yang's weakness was.

Personality was one aspect, but another was his reliance on brute strength during combat.

Relying on brute strength is a weakness that is hard to correct in a normal environment.

The reason is simple.

When you can chop down the enemy standing in front of you with a single ax, would you think about using any techniques? Who would be that bored? Therefore, in order to correct this weakness, Luog had thrown him into an abnormal environment, which was the prairie.

For prairie people who grew up on horseback, cavalry is the most common troop type, and their most proficient tactic is ambush warfare.

Once a target is locked in, they charge in with a wave of ambush, grab the prey, and leave.

This is the most common way prairie people fight, even in pitched battles.

Their combat is in every sense high-speed warfare.

Riding on horseback, they charge and fight at the same time.

If you can't catch up to them, you won't even get a chance to fight.

However, Lu Yong had evidently fallen into a state where he couldn't fight.

At the same time, this was probably also Lu J's purpose in sending Luo Yong here, to put him in a place where he had no way to exert his strength, to temper his character while correcting his reliance on brute force.

Thinking of this, Bise felt complicated.

He want to admit that Lu G's methods were brilliant, but every outcome forced him to acknowledge it.

Chapter 211 Burjid there was no conversation throughout the night.

Early the next morning, Bae stretched his stiff body while walking out of the tent.

It was still dark, probably around 5:00 in the morning, but he was already unable to go back to sleep.

After a night of rest, his back and waist achd, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Bae couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh, then headed towards the stable.

It was his habit to personally take care of his beloved horse by long every day, which was also the task of every member of the cavalry unit.

Lajia advocated that each cavalryman should take care of their own waror to enhance the understanding between the two.

However, today for some reason, Bong suddenly became a bit restless, stomping its hooves and letting out Winnies.

Faced with this situation, Bae frowned slightly, then seemed to think of something and quickly crouched down to listen to the sounds.

Immediately, his expression changed.

Although he knew that Bong was an impatient horse, this was a bit too much, wasn't it? There was no need for him to remind anyone.

The situation at the Wild Horse Tribe was special.

The labor force had been used for the construction of the horse and livestock farms, resulting in the camp being quite rudimentary.

Everyone basically set up a tent and slept on animal skins on the ground.

So even the slightest noise could be heard immediately.

Enemy attack.

Enemy attack.

In an instant, the soldiers who had been sleeping soundly were awakened by the noise, hastily putting on their leather armor while shouting as they rushed out of the tents.

Damn, those bastards are attacking before dawn.

Looking up at the sky where the moon hadn't tea even had time to set, the soldiers cursed their bad luck in their hearts, their anger palpable.

Lu Yong was no exception.

In fact, he was the angriest among them.

Brothers, we must make sure these horse thieves don't return today.

The soldiers roared in response to Lu Yong.

And there was not much panic.

During their training in a new recruits camp, they had a drill called emergency deployment where the instructor liked to blow a whistle while they were sleeping soundly, sometimes even repeating it several times.

At that time, they thought the instructor and the leader were just trying to make trouble for them.

But at this moment, the effectiveness of the training was immediately evident.

Although the situation was urgent, it was not chaotic at all.

They quickly dawned their armor, grabbed their weapons, mounted their horses, and charged out of the camp, displaying astonishing efficiency.

Meanwhile, from the horizon, a group of horse thieves swept towards the distant wild horse tribe like a sandstorm.

The sound of their hooves breaking the last tranquility before dawn.

The two sides quickly made contact, and Beered's gaze fell on Bae.

Although the dawn light was still dim, he recognized Bae at first glance, and a flash of killing intent suddenly glimmered in his sharp eagle-like eyes.

With his superb horsemanship, he let his warhorse gallop wildly while loosening the rains, quickly drawing out the horn bow from his back.

He flipped his hand and shot an arrow towards Baze in the distance.

In this dim environment, it was hard to see the incoming arrow with a naked eye.

But Bae clearly heard the sound of the bow string being drawn.

After all, they were old foes, and he was familiar with the opponent's tactics, so he was on guard.

He slightly moved his ears, using his hearing to discern the direction of the arrow.

Then he swept his spear, knocking the arrow away.

At the same time, he shouted loudly to the others behind him, "Be careful of the arrows coming from the opposite side.

charging for close combat.

They could not afford to drag it out with the enemy as they could not outlast these nomads.

The horse thieves under Burjude were all equipped with horn bows.

In long-range combat, they were essentially a group of archers.

With their superb horsemanship, they could gallop while drawing their bows, and their accuracy was astonishingly high, far surpassing that of regular archers in mobility.