Spring is coming, and the grassland is goose yellow.

There was mud everywhere, and the horses' hooves stepped on it, making a "poof" muddy sound. On some sunny slopes, many unknown wildflowers bloom early, which looks very pitiful.

The Tengger herds, along with the caravan of mules and horses, entered a mysterious forest in the east, from which a steady stream of wood of all kinds was pulled. The huge pieces of wood were scattered and hauled and all moved behind the hill where Guo Yang lived.

No one knew what the idle southerner wanted to do, but since there was an order from above, both the caravan men and the Tengger people did their best to pull the logs back.

At the same time, charcoal was brought back, which was burned on the spot in the forest and then pulled back.

The Tengger people were forbidden to enter the hill, and they could only watch from afar, and there were seven or eight puffs of green smoke rising from the depression day and night, and the sound of "clanging" could be heard in the distance.

The old patriarch Jida was the only Tengger who could enter casually, but he couldn't figure out what Guo Yang was tinkering with. The men crushed some dark red stones and put them in a tall furnace, and it didn't take long for the black-red juice to flow out and quickly condense into hard lumps.

Old Jeddah once tried, and the kind of condensed hard lump was very brittle, and it broke when it was smashed hard.

Guo Yang instructed the young men to take out pieces of red-hot soft muttering from the furnace, and then beat them there repeatedly, making them into this shape for a while, and then into that shape again, in short, so that the old patriarch Jida was a little puzzled.

In the end, the black things that were beaten into a ball were sent to another place, where only Guo Yang, Anu and a few other people were allowed to enter.

They "tinkling" inside all day and all night, which made the old patriarch of the Tengger people, Jida, itch his heart, and he couldn't help but want to go in and see it several times.

Eventually, though, he managed to keep his curiosity under control. He was afraid of Guo Yang, and the person from the south naturally had a terrifying murderous aura, although he basically never lost his temper.

has been so busy for more than a month, and one day, Guo Yang finally came out in disgrace.

"Old Patriarch Gilda, organize the hands to assemble the wood. This group of people must be their own people. After speaking, Guo Yang handed the old patriarch Jida a few rolls of sheepskin, turned around and went in again.

The old patriarch Gilda unfolded the sheepskins and found them covered with dense lines, and his eyes hurt when he saw them.

He hurried back to the Tengger makeshift camp, and quickly gathered thirty men, twenty old men, and ten young women, all the most faithful of the Tengger.

They began to sort the wood according to the drawings, and then they began to assemble it. After nearly a month of busyness, they were stunned to see the tall shelves in front of them, and the bulky things like castles.

"Damn southerner, he tricked us into helping him build a house!" A young woman muttered and complained.

It's true, those clumsy guys put on wheels and put ten old cows on them, aren't they big houses that can move on the grassland!

There are also those tall shelves, which are installed around the perimeter of the big house, as if they were some luxurious balustrades.

The others had never seen a railing, but the old patriarch Gilda did, and he had seen all kinds of wooden railings in the merchants' palaces, and the wives of Tisin used to lean on the railings and watch the fish in the pond.

The old patriarch Jida was a little discouraged, and he worked hard for a month, but he helped Guo Yang's little gangster build more than 20 big houses!

He angrily looked for Guo Yang, but came back dejected.

Guo Yang was too busy to bother to see him, but just let people spread the word and speed up the progress. Also, wrap that "big house" with wool felt.

Although the old patriarch Jida couldn't figure out what Guo Yang wanted to do, he was also angry, but he still strictly implemented Guo Yang's order, commanded the twenty old men and ten young women, and wrapped the twenty or so huge guys with wool felt.

Subsequently, the young people of the caravan, and Tengger later figured out that the real identity of those people was actually craftsmen, but they all practiced very powerful martial arts. The craftsmen were stationed and divided into seven or eight groups, each with a different division of labor, to further transform the behemoths.

Bundles of long poles, thicker than a thumb, were carried into the big houses, inlaid with sharp tufts, and packed into large wooden boxes that seemed to have a mechanism design, one of which could hold forty, and each chest had twenty layers.

The more the old patriarch Jida looked at it, the more confused he became, these guys seemed to be making a very powerful bow and arrow, but could such a thick and long "arrow" shoot out?

There are two most terrifying things about the steppe people, one is the horse team, the short run, one charge past, often kills hundreds of soldiers who run on two legs. The other is the bow and arrow, whether it is shot standing up, crouching, or on the back of a charging horse, almost every shot.

These two things are all about speed, and give the opponent a fatal blow with lightning speed!

But this thing that Guo Yang tossed out is too bulky and has no practical value at all. This is the basic judgment of the old patriarch Gilda.

In addition, there are those sharpened wooden sticks, which seem to be useless, and when fighting, cavalry against cavalry, knife against knife, no one is stupid enough to let their horse team crash into those sharp logs!

Things seemed to be getting worse and worse, and the old patriarch Jida went to Guo Yang again, and he wanted to ask him what was the use of making so many bulky things.

"I really want to know?" Guo Yang was idle this time, he was drinking with Anu, and the two bastards seemed to be in a good mood, and they could still grin.

"Guo Yang, I just want to ask, can those things kill the Bagen people? There were nearly three thousand warriors in their own tribe, and seven or eight thousand in addition to the other subordinate tribes. We're sitting here dreaming, and I'm afraid we won't be able to kill those hateful Bagans! "The old patriarch Jida was really anxious this time, and his tone was a little rushed when he spoke.

However, Guo Yang was not angry, but invited the old patriarch Jida to sit down with a smile and drink with him: "Old patriarch Jida, don't worry, take your time." ”

"Why don't you worry, those hateful Bagan people are still showing off their power in the distance, and our young people have become their slaves, and may even have been killed." Old Patriarch Gilda said angrily.

"Aren't they just jackals who are flying and domineering, don't worry, I'll try to kill them all." Guo Yang took a handful of wine and handed it to the old patriarch Jida with both hands.

The old patriarch Gilda took a jue of wine and sighed, it was really hard to swallow.

"Old Patriarch, tell me, what is the most powerful attack method of those Bagan people?" Guo Yang asked.

"Of course it was the horse team that charged. Seven or eight thousand horses, plus brave riders, that's seven or eight thousand bolts of lightning, seven or eight thousand whips of punishment. Old Patriarch Gilda took a sip of wine, shook his head and sighed.

"What else?" Guo Yang then asked.

"And ...... It is that they like to play tricks the most, often placing a team of cavalry on the surface, but their main force is often hidden in the distance, like a poisonous snake waiting for the opportunity to attack, and if they do not pay attention, they may be stabbed in the back. Old Patriarch Gidda said.

"What else?" Guo Yang asked.

"Also, their bows and arrows are too strong and too dense, and often as soon as someone else charges, the archers behind their hidden horses will quietly appear, either on the left and right flanks, or in the front, or simply from behind, and shoot the charging warriors and horses in the middle of the way."

The old patriarch Jida groaned and told Guo Yang in detail about the fighting methods of the Bagen people.

Guo Yang took the wine and pondered for a long time, and finally, he suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, what you said doesn't seem to be of much value. Hasn't it always been the case that the steppe people fight? ”

The old patriarch Jida was slightly stunned, and thought sideways for a while, feeling that it seemed to be true.

"Now that we know how our opponent is playing, we can naturally think of a way to crack it. I think those crossbows should be able to teach those Bagan people a lesson this time. Guo Yang said quite confidently.

"Okay, I know you have a way to deal with those Bagans, so, when can we do it?" Old Patriarch Gida asked.

"Wait." Guo Yang said with a smile.

"What are you waiting for? Wait for the spring snow to melt completely, and the ground on the grassland will be hard, and the horses' hooves will not be able to sink into the muddy water, and their attack speed will not be reduced. "The old patriarch Gilda has commanded thousands of battles, large and small, and has considered the details of the right time and place.

In the past, Guo Yang may have scoffed at this idea, but after on-site investigation, it was found that many external details and factors often change the success or failure of a war.

"Old Patriarch Gilda, what you said makes sense, and I am completely convinced. But let's wait. Guo Yang said.

"Even if you wait, you have to give a time limit, no one can bear such a drag. All the Tengger people are up and down, swearing to fight to the death, even if it is a complete defeat, so that we can have a good time, it is worth it. Old Patriarch Jida frowned and said.

"You go back first, there are other important tasks that you need to deal with in person these days." Guo Yang poured a full jue of wine for the old patriarch Jida and said lightly.

"Okay, as long as you promise to kill those Bagan people, especially the black dog in the Harinao Sea, I will promise you whatever you say!" The old patriarch Jida said resolutely, and drank all the wine in Juezhong.

"Good wine, good wine!" The old patriarch Gilda roared under his breath, as if deliberately suppressing the resentment and anger in his chest.

……

Wait, wait, wait.

It's been another two months, spring is coming to an end, and the summer wind is already starting to blow the grass as far as the eye can see.

The Tengger people were counting with their fingers every day, and another day had passed in vain, and the thug from the south still hadn't decided when to attack!

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't have the strength to launch a decent attack, Tengger wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to the Central Plains people who pretended to be ghosts.

Wait, wait, wait...... Wait a minute.

Guo Yang is waiting for an opportunity, he wants to wipe out those proud Bagen people!