Ding Kucha roared angrily in the direction of the people coming from Zhang San's side, then immediately realized a problem.
Why am I explaining this to him?
Why don't I just kill him directly!
Now on the grasslands, the two legitimate Khans are gone. Besides me, who else is qualified to inherit the Khan's position!
"Warriors of the grasslands, it's time to protect your Khan!"
After Ding Kucha shouted, he looked over towards Zhang San's direction.
Facing Zhang San, Ding Kucha wasn't worried about anything.
After all, Zhang San is from the Great Sui, not their Tujue.
As long as it's an outsider, he could have a hundred and eight excuses to get all the Tujue on the grasslands to help him deal with Zhang San.
However, when he saw the cavalry from Zhang San's side swarming over the hills like a tidal wave, Ding Kucha got a little flustered.
After all, this time he only brought thirty thousand men.
