One day, at dawn, a herdsman of the Tengger tribe came out of his tent and stood on the hillside peeing with sleepy eyes, when he suddenly saw a large number of cavalry.

The cavalry numbered two or three thousand, and each one looked in good spirits, dressed in cowhide armor, carrying bows and arrows, with a shield on the left side of the horse, a spear on the right, and a sword hanging from his waist.

Their horses' hooves were covered with sheepskins, and each of them had half a small stick in his mouth.

The shepherd was frightened, because these cavalry were not Guo Yang's men and horses.

Then it can only be the enemy!

The sneak attackers quietly drove into the grassland.

The shepherd's tent was neither far nor close to the cavalry, and was not easy to spot because of the terrain.

He was frightened, and rushed into the tent with a rolling belt, picked up the woman in one hand, and took his daughter in the other, and ran directly to the horse pen behind.

Guo Yang's people have already spread the word, telling every family to prepare their horses, and in case of danger, they can get on the horse and flee for their lives at any time.

Many of the shepherds were unimpressed, but they prepared their horses anyway.

The shepherd pushed the dazed woman onto the horse, picked up her daughter, turned on the horse, and galloped all the way to the vicinity of the mountain of Bagen.

When he was almost near the Bagen Divine Peak, he asked the woman to carry her daughter to find the old patriarch Jida, while he rode his horse and galloped to report to Guo Yang's people.

Guo Yang's people stayed near the Bagan Divine Peak, and only Duanmu Niu.

The shepherd galloped all the way, and soon came to Duanmu Niu's tent, turned over and dismounted, and stumbled into the tent, but saw Guo Yang and Duanmu Niu drinking.

The shepherd was startled, and Ai Ai did not know how to speak.

He was afraid of Guo Yang, and the casual glance of this magician high priest would send chills down his bones.

"Something?" Duanmu Niu asked with a smile.

"High Priest, Lord Duanmu, the jackal dog is coming!" The shepherd said.

"Coming? How many people are there? Guo Yang asked gently.

"There are always two or three thousand people, a lot, I ran in a hurry, I didn't look carefully, anyway, there are mountains and fields." The shepherd said.

"Sheep, your judgment is really right, they really came to sneak attack." Duanmu Niu frowned and said.

"I'm still wondering if they're going to give up on the attack, just come. Let's go, let's take a look. Guo Yang put down the wine lord and stood up.

"High priest, there are a lot of them, hurry up and find a way." The shepherd panicked and said loudly.

"Let's go." Guo Yang smiled and walked out of the tent.

The sun came out, shining on the grassland like a huge jade, on the blades of grass, the dew drops were dripping, crystal clear, shining slightly in the morning light.

The Tengger people were already busy, the men were preparing to graze, the women were busy inside and out, and smoke was rising from many tents.

Guo Yang, Duanmu Niu, and the shepherd rode their horses and walked leisurely into the distance, and along the way, the herdsmen greeted respectfully.

Guo Yang smiled and returned the salute one by one, which flattered those shepherds, and they didn't know what to say with excitement.

Guo Yang rarely shows up, but the Tengger tribesmen know him and are grateful in their hearts. It's just that the mouths of the steppe people are relatively clumsy, and they can rarely say the kind of rhetoric of the farming tribesmen, at most, they just grin with a big mouth and smile honestly.

Guo Yang likes this feeling very much and thinks that this is what a man looks like.

That kind of duplicity and hiding a knife in a smile are the characteristics of farming tribesmen, which makes Guo Yang feel a little tired.

Although, he also came out of that place, but in fact, he is not good at dealing with those people for a long time.

He rode a black horse and walked in front of him, Duanmu Niu and the shepherd followed quietly, and the three of them soon came to a high hill.

There, Guo Yang used to drink alone many times, looking into the distance with a sense of loss, and often glancing sadly at the untended tent on the hillside.

There, it's Naren Toya's house.

Agoura's men and soldiers divided into two routes, one way to attack the military camp seven hundred miles away, all the way to the Bagen Peak, the road taken by the two roads is quite secretive, it is the best route to sneak attack the Tengger tribe.

It seems that the mad dog of Ullihan has given his new master, Agoura, a lot of bad ideas.

Guo Yang took out three leopard skins, a small pear blossom wood table, a jar of mellow wine brewed from nine grains, and three bronze wine jue with ancient shapes.

"Come, drink." Guo Yang sat down slowly and gently greeted Duanmu Niu and the shepherd.

Duanmu Niu sat down, smashed the sealing mud, and poured clear wine for the three wine lords.

But the shepherd's face was flushed, scratching his unkempt black head, looking at Guo Yang, looking at Duanmu Niu, and not daring to sit with him.

Guo Yang is the high priest, and in the eyes of the Tengger people, it is the person who talks to the sky and the earth, and only the old patriarch Jida is qualified to have direct contact with him.

"Sit down, loyal and honest Brother Xidu Rigu." Guo Yang smiled gently, pushed the wine forward, and motioned for the shepherd to sit down.

Xidu Rigu, in the grassland, means loyal and honest, and it is also the name of this shepherd.

When Hiduriku heard the high priest say his name, he was astonished and soon burst into tears.

He is the most unproductive man on the grassland, an ordinary shepherd that even the old patriarch Jida may ignore, but the high priest can open his mouth to say his name, which is simply a great honor!

"High Priest, Hidurigu is a lowly shepherd who does not dare to sit with nobles." Hidurigu knelt down on one knee and said.

"In this steppe, Hidurigu is a lowly shepherd, and the high priest is also a lowly shepherd, sit down." Guo Yang said.

Xidu Rigu did not dare to get up, and remained on one knee.

Guo Yang stretched out his hand, grabbed Xidu Rigu's arm, gently lifted him up, and pulled him to sit beside him.

"In this grassland, the people who eat grass, whether it is cattle, sheep or horses, are our wealth, so they are fair. All the meat eaters, jackals, wolves, us shepherds, and eagles flying in the sky, are predators, so we are fair. Guo Yang looked into the distance and said.

Xidu Rigu sat with his hands and feet shrunk, looking up at Guo Yang's appearance, with tears in his eyes.

He has been honest and honest since he was a child, and his mouth is clumsy, except for herding sheep and horses, and then milking and combing cashmere, so in the Tengger tribe, he has always been an insignificant little person.

He was accustomed to living in a humble life, and the gentleness of the high priest made him embarrassed.

He secretly swore that from now on, he would be like a man, bending his bow and shooting arrows, riding a horse and wielding a sword, and only in this way could he repay the high priest for his attention.

While Xidu Rigu was thinking nonsense, Duanmu Niu whispered, "They are here. ”

Agoura's cavalry came, and they had already formed an attacking formation, divided into two groups, and quietly headed in the direction of the Bagan Peak.

"The intelligence is correct, it's really three thousand people. Coupled with the several cavalry teams that attacked the barracks, Agoura wanted to destroy me in one fell swoop. Guo Yang chuckled, took the wine, and drank it lightly.

Duanmu Niu and Xidu Rigu were very nervous, staring intently at the invading enemies in the distance.

The shepherd Xidu Rigu couldn't understand it, but he just felt that these cavalry looked very powerful, Duanmu Niu was well-informed, and he could see at a glance that these cavalry were well-trained and much stronger than those Zhou people's Wang Shi strong army.

Moreover, these cavalry were somewhere between light cavalry and heavy cavalry, and could not only charge into battle, but also quickly assemble and form a strong defensive formation.

Duanmu Niu was secretly frightened, and turned to look at Guo Yang, but found that he still had an indifferent expression, his face seemed to be smiling rather than smiling, thoughtful.

"Sheep, sure?" Duanmu Niu asked.

"Drink a bar." Guo Yang turned his head and glanced at Duanmu Niu and the shepherd Xidu Rigu, lifted the wine jar, and poured the bronze wine jue in his hand.

Where could the two of them drink, they could only stare at the enemy in the distance.

……

Tari Aqinfu was originally the son of a small merchant nobleman, and after the merchant destroyed the country, his family was imprisoned by the Zhou people and prepared to be escorted to Luoyi for settlement.

Halfway through, the general of the Zhou people who escorted them suddenly turned his face, intending to kill everyone.

Those Zhou Gou chose a good place to kill people, it was a small valley, and there was a small stream in the valley, the stream was babbling, and the scenery was good.

The general of the Zhou people, while camping in the evening, drove all the merchants into the small valley, sealed the exit with stones, and his two teams of men and horses condescended and began to shoot the unarmed merchants with bows and arrows.

Tazhi Aqinfu was only two or three years old at the time, and he was held tightly in the arms of his mother, a gray-haired old merchant who used his body to block the arrows of the Zhou people, so that his mother and son survived.

Later, at the behest of whom, the group of merchants who had been shot at by random arrows began to resist, killed the Zhou soldiers, and fled from the valley.

On the way into the grasslands, his mother, the mother-in-law of a merchant nobleman, fell ill and died. Before he died, he was given to Agoura, and from then on, he became Agoura's godson.

Now, Agoura has gained a foothold in the steppes and intends to destroy another rising overlord.

It is said that the overlord has only entered the grassland in recent years, and he is very young, very powerful, and very cunning, and he is a fierce opponent.

Agoura sent more than 3,000 cavalry, almost half of his family, to make a long-distance attack, ready to eradicate the stinky boy named Guo Yang in one fell swoop.

Or, let him submit and become a vassal of Agoura.

At this moment, as the commander of the thousand, Tazhi Aqinfu was riding on horseback, a little absent-minded.

In most people's terms, killing a young man who had just risen to prominence would not have to be so troublesome, and he could send a thousand light cavalry to flatten the Tengger tribe.

The steppe people were originally the overlords of the Ananda River, and had ruled hundreds of small tribes for a long time, and Agoura used a trick to drive them out of the Ananda River and almost wiped them out.

A small Tengger tribe, with a thousand cavalry, was enough to beat them to the ground, and such a mobilization made Tazhiaqinfu quite dissatisfied.

In the past few years, in order to fight for territory, he has also led the cavalry to fight in the north and south, killing countless grassland people, and even, he has fought two battles with the ghost people who are rampant in the northern snowfield, and he is on equal footing, and there is no shame at all.

Many of Agoura's cavalry were a little absent-minded, but because they were very powerful, they looked quite energetic from the outside.

However, an old fox like Guo Yang only needs to glance at it from a distance to see the mental state of his opponent, so as to basically judge whether his conspiracy can succeed.

Tazhiachov sat absentmindedly on horseback, thinking about his own thoughts.

Guo Yang sat on a high hill, drinking wine slowly, and thinking about his thoughts.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.