When the eagle flew high, a beautiful feather fell, swayed, and smashed right on Amu's forehead.

Lying in the grass for most of the day, those damn cavalry hadn't come yet, which made Amu very bored.

It was two thousand cavalrymen, all of them strong, and the horses were also very fat, and all of them were horses from the land of Liaodong.

Those guys were sneaky, sneaky, touching the boundless grassland, slowly forming a huge encirclement, if Guo Yang hadn't discovered their conspiracy in advance, this time it would have suffered a big loss.

The cavalry of the Yan people were obviously specially trained, not only with superb riding skills and good archery, but also because they were also familiar with the grassland. It seems that they have been preparing for a long, long time.

They marched all the way, relying on robbing those lonely grassland people to support themselves, and they were ruthless and did not leave any life at all, so their traces were naturally difficult to find.

However, the opponent they met was Amu, a man who had struggled to survive in the wild dog pile since he was a child, and was trained to be more ferocious than wild dogs and more cunning than foxes.

He sneaked all the way, carrying the king's beard in the urn, assassinated seven or eight Yan cavalrymen, and went around behind them, ready to slowly play with this gang of insidious dog mongrels.

"Master's wonderful words, they are eagles, and they have come to the grassland to hunt. Lao Tzu is the one who boils the eagle, hehe. Amu got up from the grass, untied a wine sac, and poured half a belly of mare's milk wine.

Wang Huzi was poisoned by the sun in the urn, bitten by mosquitoes, and miserable, and Amu couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he saw him drinking, and his mouth, which had lost his tongue, looked a little shriveled.

"Brother Wang Huzi, are you thirsty?" Amu turned his head, looked at Wang Huzi's appearance, and asked with a grin.

Wang Huzi nodded desperately, his eyes full of pleading.

"Okay, okay, don't fucking pretend to be like this, or aren't you a man? Come, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you take a few sips. As he spoke, Amu shoved the mouth of the wine bag into the chapped mouth of the king's beard.

Wang Huzi drank heavily, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.

"Don't scold me in your heart while shedding tears of gratitude, I can't stand you like this." Amu glared at Wang Huzi and said disgustedly.

Wang Huzi looked up at the sky, then at the vast grassland, and sighed sadly.

"Brother Wang Huzi, speaking of which, in fact, you are also a good man, you are not good in this fucking world, otherwise, you will not betray my master. You see, if you don't betray, the cavalry from those farming tribes will simply be our prey, killing a few every day, how beautiful. ”

Amu seemed to understand what Wang Huzi meant, shook his head and smiled bitterly, patted Wang Huzi's unkempt head, and did not continue to torture him.

Amu looked at the sky boredly for a while, took out a roll of sheepskin maps, carefully consulted them, plucked a dog's tail grass and stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

……

The cavalry of the Yan people began to slowly assemble and gradually narrowed the encirclement.

Their team grew from three or five at the beginning, to seven or eight, and then to twenty or thirty.

They disguise themselves as grassland herders, communicate and identify in a unique way, and are more cunning than foxes, and once they find something wrong, they immediately scatter and flee, running into the vast grassland, and they can't find a single hair.

However, Amu slowly discovered their weakness, which was the inability to solve the problem of food.

Guo Yang's people, each horse's horse is loaded with Naren Tuoya's special dried beef, a bag full of is equivalent to three cows, as long as there is water, then they can wander the grassland for a year or two.

But those Yan cavalry couldn't do it, and their dry food had been eaten a few days ago, so they could only rob all the way and rely on the cattle and sheep on the grassland to support their actions. If they don't see cattle or sheep for a few days in a row, they have to rely on hunting to survive.

After discovering this rule, Amu was much easier.

He brought nearly a hundred people this time, all of whom had crawled out of the Grand Canyon of Bagen Divine Peak back then, so everyone was very efficient.

Guo Yang means that if you want to kill and maim those dog mongrels, you can't let one of them die, which is a special survival training.

Poisoning, assassination, hiding in the flock, these are what they do best.

Of course, the Amu loved the most thing to pretend to be a shepherd, and then they were chased by the cavalry, led to a no-man's land, and had their brothers cut their necks in the bushes.

People are assassinated every day, but those Yan people don't even know anything about it, which is also one of their Achilles' heels.

Because it is too scattered, there is no effective way to organize it. In their consciousness, the steppe people did not find their traces at all, so they acted separately and entered the predetermined place according to the predetermined route, so that they could unify their command.

Later, Amu felt that the assassination was too inefficient, so he began to think of another way.

They captured some of the Yan cavalry, began to torture them, and gave them a tour of Wang Huzi.

Seeing the half-dead Wang beard pickled in the big urn, those Yan cavalry were all frightened one by one, and their feces and urine flowed into the crotch of their pants, and they explained everything they knew.

After repeated verification, those people did tell the truth, including their joint code words and marching routes. As for the final assembly point, these Yan cavalry did not know, and it was said that someone would naturally inform them when the time came.

Getting this information, Amu asked the pigeon to pass the news to Guo Yang and began to plan.

They slaughtered those Yan cavalry casually, changed the line of Yan people, mixed into the Yan cavalry seriously, and slowly converged with those people.

Then, look for an opportunity to quietly kill the crumbs.

Before leaving, Amu was a little reluctant to accompany Wang Huzi to say something that would dig out his heart in the middle of the night, and then cut off his neck.

At the last moment, Wang Huzi let out a long breath, looked very calm, slowly closed his eyes, and even raised his face slightly, revealing his Adam's apple to facilitate Amu's hands.

Amu looked at Wang Huzi's appearance, but he was actually quite sad, so in the end, he gave him a good time and killed him with a knife.

……

After a long journey of nearly twenty days, the cavalry of the Yan State finally formed a predetermined encirclement and began to stop to accept unified command.

The commander of this operation was a young man of mysterious origin, who was said to be very handsome, and his horsemanship and archery skills were absolutely first-class, and it was especially rare that he was extremely familiar with this grassland.

His tent was set up in a low-lying area, surrounded by desolate hills, rolling hills for tens of miles.

This kind of place, called a wolf's den in the grassland, because there is not enough water and grass, the herdsmen avoid it far away, and only those wolves will thrive in the places where the birds do not.

As soon as the Yan cavalry came, they launched a wolf slaughter operation.

Two or three hundred cavalry charged back and forth, and after a dozen rounds, the wolves that had bred in the area for hundreds of years were slaughtered, dispersed, and fled into the distance.

The steppe wolves have always been brutal, and they are very vindictive, and if they offend them, they will often be subjected to endless revenge, so the steppe people have dogs, and when the wolves pounce on the sheep, they just disperse them, and do not dare to chase after them.

Therefore, this makes the wolves more and more arrogant, and even a little arrogant.

However, this time, encountering this group of ruthless people directly extinguished the arrogance of the wolves.

The two or three hundred cavalry charged back and forth, spears, javelins and crossbows, and before the wolves could react, they were beaten to the ground, and they ran away all the way wailing into the distance, not even having the courage to look back.

The young general seemed to be very good at dealing with wolves, which made everyone admire, especially the two or three hundred cavalry, who followed him with iron determination and became his right-hand man.

At the moment, he was sitting in his tent looking at a map, also depicted on a sheepskin.

He drew these maps by hand and never showed them to others.

"Guo Yang, where are you hiding this dog offal?" The young general was dressed in a military uniform, and his oily black hair was casually draped, making his handsome face even more angular.

"General, the first cavalry has been assembled, and a total of 1,200 people have arrived at the intended place." A young man dressed as a shepherd stepped into the tent and bowed.

"Twelve hundred? The other 800 have not yet arrived? The young general asked with a frown.

"Yes, General. The operation was so scattered that some of them may have lost their way. The young man said.

"Well, go ahead and count the numbers. At the same time, send all the scouts and let them disguise themselves as steppe herdsmen to infiltrate the predetermined area and quickly transmit all the information. Remember, don't scare the snake, violators, behead! The young general said indifferently.

"Yes!" The young man walked quickly out of the tent and went on his mission.

"I can smell you, Guo Yang, you bastard!" The young general's face slowly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said.

……

Amu was improvised into a team of hundreds, and their station was in a wooded area, which was desolate, but after all, there were a few springs, enough for a hundred people.

They had no tents, so they cut down some wood on the spot, built a row of improvised huts, covered them with sheepskins, and hid them.

They are waiting for orders, ready to attack at any moment.

Amu seems to be taciturn, and he never returns the favor when he is scolded by others, but just scratches his head with a shy smile, so it is natural that he becomes a dog leg to serve everyone, and his main task is to go out hunting or rob cattle and sheep, and come back to stew meat for everyone.

Along with Amu, there was also a veteran with gray hair and a dark face, which looked bitter and made Amu feel uncomfortable.

It was a poor man, and it is said that all three sons died on the battlefield, and even the corpses could not be found. Originally, like this situation, he didn't need to be a soldier anymore, but Yan Guo had too few men, and he was eager to expand the army, so he tied him with a rope.

He didn't have any skills, so he could only be a man for those cavalrymen in Tianshui Village, and this time, the cavalry was dispatched, and he followed.

The old soldier went out with Amu two or three times, and each time he babbled about his misfortune, cursing in a low voice to the Zhou people and merchants, feeling that all these years he had suffered was because of the two damned countries fighting for the world, and he had killed his three sons.

"Do you hate more Zhou people, or do you hate more businessmen?" Once, two people snatched half a flock of sheep, and while walking back, Amu asked casually.

"Of course I hate businessmen. I heard that the king of the merchant is really not a thing, and raised a demon fox to be the queen, killed many loyal ministers, invented the punishment of cannon branding, and listened to slander and cut the belly of a pregnant woman to verify the fetus in her womb. Alas, the world is unfortunate, why did there be such a dog mongrel, which harmed the people of the world. ”

The old soldier babbled and spat on the ground.

Amu stared at the green thick phlegm, and his face was a little ugly.

"Then you say, who killed your three sons? Is it the Shang King? Amu asked lightly.

"Ahem...... Not really. My two sons died when the Yan Kingdom conquered the Dongyi tribe, and the younger son was the most wronged, he was a soldier, and when he attacked the Guzhu Kingdom, he was killed by his own commander because he slaughtered seven or eight small merchants and hawkers who were not long-eyed. You say that those merchants, who were originally untouchables, were not much better than slaves, and they were killed and held accountable? Alas, what a reason! ”

The old soldier rode in front of him, sighing for a long time, as if he had endless sadness, not noticing that Amu's face had long since become iron-blue.

"Dog offal!" Amu said through gritted teeth.

"Who? Who are you scolding? The old soldier looked back in amazement, looked at Amu honestly and asked.

"What about you, old dog." Amu suddenly smiled and said with a smile.