I knotted the red rope and tied it around his wrist, and said to him: "We, the children of the grassland, weave our oaths into the knots. When we tie the same knot, our hearts will be connected, and our love will be determined for this life."
On the battlefield, he shot the Khan - my father!
I must avenge my father. Since we can no longer fight, I will fight him fairly and let him die by my arrows.
Motto: War is meaningless