Guo Yang gave Amu a strange task, which was to cheer up the exhausted allied troops of the vassal states, like a man, to cheer up, fight, and then die in despair.

Guo Yang said very clearly, these dog offals were soaked into soft eggs by a rain, crying and crying, hanging their heads, killing them, just like killing a group of lambs, not relieving hatred at all.

Thinking about the dog-like days over the years, everyone feels that they have a stomach full of grievances, and they need to do something enjoyable to calm down their anger.

In addition, Guo Yang has other plans.

He believed that without a real battle, these people of his would not grow up and would become cowardly, reckless and stupid. He himself found that he was used to being a fox and didn't want to be a tiger at all.

If you can hide in the dark and kill someone, why do you want to pounce and bite it? This is the fox's mind, so the fox is slowly degrading, and finally it will never be able to bite the tiger.

Guo Yang has a deep pain in this, he can't bring out a bunch of foxes, he needs to make everyone grow into cunning tigers, just like him, a devil with a bit of brains.

……

Amu rode a horse, far behind the slow-moving alliance of the vassal states, enduring the suffocating stench, unhurried, and his brows furrowed.

This was a test, and Amu understood Master's intentions, so he had to cheer up.

Gradually, those people began to notice Amu, and with a hint of boredom, they looked back at him.

Amu told the horses to go faster and get closer to the generals and soldiers.

Decadence, weariness and despair were all these people, and on the muddy steppes, they were supported by a survival instinct, following behind their companions, too lazy to take off their bows and arrows.

Everything was wet and cold, so that they could not keep their spirits up, and they had long since resigned themselves to fate, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, leaving Amu's wild dog to follow.

A dozen generals with troops were slightly better.

They stood on the few remaining chariots, grim-faced, and discussed in low voices.

No one can do anything, this kind of ghost weather can neither charge nor stay, but can only slaughter horses for everyone to fill their stomachs, while moving forward lifelessly, waiting for the weather to clear.

Those elusive steppe people are tiresome, but they can only watch them eat meat and drink wine in the distance, stretch out their middle fingers at them, and say obscene things that everyone knows by heart.

"Old general, this god hasn't meant to let go of the sun, we have to think of a way, otherwise, those soldiers will give up on themselves, even if the rain is clear, they will become a pile of waste." A general said dejectedly.

"Those steppe people are just waiting for an opportunity to catch them all. The weather trapped us, and at the same time prevented their cavalry from charging, and now it's all about patience. The old general stood in the rain, and the wind and rain had made a mess of his gray hair and beard, which were all the more tragic against his huge head.

"Pass the order, be ready to fight at any time, and give those steppe people some color." The old general said in a deep voice.

Someone passed down the order, but those soldiers had already eaten in the mud and waited to die, who would want to listen to those ridiculous orders? The generals could only shake their heads and smile bitterly.

They were the ones who led the troops, but they fell into the trap of others, cutting off everyone's food and grass, and one by one they were soaked in rotten cow dung and smelly dog shit by the rain day and night, in fact, they had long lost their dignity and prestige as generals.

……

Amu began to provoke, but it did not have much effect.

He rode forward, putting himself within range of his opponent's crossbow, and fired an arrow that struck the neck of a banner-bearer.

The soldier dropped his horse silently, still clinging to the flagpole in his hands, as if it were the only thing he could hold on to.

It did not cause the imaginary panic and commotion, and if one of them died, he would die, and everyone would have to die anyway. No one gave his companion a second glance, and no one looked at Amu more, and as for the once majestic banner, it was soon trampled into the mud by the scattered horses' hooves behind it, turned into a rag, and remained on the grassland forever.

Amu looked at the scene in front of him depressedly, cursed loudly, and greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of those generals and soldiers, but he still couldn't attract people's attention.

Those people resigned themselves to their fate, and let the long rain soak into mud, without shape and character, which made Amu a little helpless.

In desperation, he shot another arrow.

This arrow hit a general, and Amu saw his two hands waving twice in the air, and then he fell off the horse's back.

It still didn't attract much attention, except for the general's crotch snorting a few times and spewing out a few puffs of white heat, and the soldiers were indifferent, as if they were the ones who shot them.

"Thief mother!" Amu roared loudly and returned dejectedly.

He couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to kill, he wanted to drink, he wanted to slash at the sky.

Stepping into Guo Yang's big ox cart, Amu's face was pale, and he lifted a jar of grain soju with his hand, and poured half of his stomach with a bang.

"Suffocate me!" Amu roared angrily and wanted to drink again, but was stopped by Guo Yang.

"Amu, did you play cockfighting when you were a child?" Guo Yang asked gently.

"No, I've been in the kennel since I was a child, and I only fight with dogs, and when it bites me, I'll pounce on it and kill it." Amu said.

"That'...... Have you ever fought a cricket? Guo Yang asked.

"No, Master, you know, I knew dogs since I was twelve years old, leper dogs, wild dogs, rabid dogs, black, white, yellow, no matter what kind of dog, I knew what color of dung and eggs it was going to pull as soon as it bared its teeth. As for the rest, I really don't know. Amu said depressedly.

Guo Yang shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Then you treat them as a group of dogs, go, and tease them again." ”

"The question is...... They're not as good as dogs. Master, do you know that dogs really have personalities, even the most shy dogs will bare their teeth when they are in a hurry, and they will dare to fight or not. The soldiers of these vassal states let a rain become cowardice, and I really don't bother to kill them. Amu said.

"Amu, you're wrong, it's people who are really scary, don't look at them as cowards now, when they breathe a sigh of relief, then they will be murderous." Guo Yang seemed to have thought of something, and his mood was a little depressed.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, Master, don't be so sad." Amu couldn't see Guo Yang's dejected appearance the most, so he went out as soon as he slipped away.

……

Amu changed his mind and really teased those people like dogs.

He figured it out, as long as it's angry, it should be a bit doggy, it depends on how you tease.

His method began to become rude, and he even led a team of cavalry to block the way of the alliance of the vassal states, and asked the other brothers to help, riding horses and walking around in the distance, to prevent these people from being in a hurry, and if they really dispersed, it would be troublesome.

These dog mongrels must all be killed, and none of them will be spared, this is Guo Yang's death order to them.

Amu is a little worried that once these people run around the grassland like livestock bombing circles, even a group of pigs and dogs will be difficult to catch them all.

"Prepare for battle!" The old general panicked and shouted.

The allied forces of the vassal states were walking dejectedly, and suddenly their spirits were lifted and they were decadent again.

The other side only came with a hundred cavalry, and it is estimated that they will retreat at the touch of a button, and they will knock down dozens of people with random arrows and leave. The grassland people's fast knife and slow cutting tactics have made everyone tired of it.

Someone raised a shield in a symbolic defensive gesture.

And more people simply ignore it, they will die sooner or later anyway, why bother!

"The people of the Yan Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom, the Zhongshan Kingdom, and the miscellaneous people of the bullshit vassal kingdoms listen, my master said that he wants to give you a way to live, so how about we have a duel?" Amu stepped forward and shouted.

The soldiers of the alliance of the vassal states looked at each other, not knowing what this shaggy steppe man wanted to do.

"I thought I wanted to duel, okay, come, let me send you back to heaven!" The old general saw that the army's heart was dissipating like this, and he sighed secretly, he had to give his soldiers a little confidence.

"Well, old thing, I've got a good guy at last. However, you are too old for me to look down on, so come here with a young man. Amu said with a grin.

"Presumptuous!" One of the old general's personal soldiers was furious, and with a "whoosh" arrow shot at the Amu Mian Gate.

Amu caught the arrow with his hand, broke it and threw it to the ground, and said with a smile: "You can't do this archery, did you teach this old thing's aunt by hand?" ”

The pro-soldier was so angry that his face turned pale, and he wanted to release another arrow, but the old general stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Prairie people, you are indeed very powerful, not only scheming, but also taking advantage of the right time and place. But how dare you dismount and duel with us one-on-one? The old general was really an old fox, and he climbed up the pole in two sentences, not only squeezing the other party with words, but also thinking of a one-on-one duel.

The old general is using his own strengths to compete with the opponent's shortcomings, which can be said to be a very powerful move. Because, in everyone's consciousness, the grassland people are invincible in the world on horseback, but their fist and foot kung fu is definitely not as good as these well-trained Central Plains rangers.

"Okay, I heard that all the people in your farming tribe are good men, even your mother-in-law is very powerful, one punch can beat your father to the head, haha, Lao Tzu agreed!" Amu laughed, his face full of excitement.

The old general ignored Amu's extremely rude words, he had never seen any big battles, how could he be dizzy for a few words of rap.

"Well, there is no one in the world who just takes advantage and does not suffer, tell your conditions." The old general said in a deep voice.

"There are no conditions, let your people be stationed on the spot, we will each take a step back, make a place in the middle, you send ten people, I will send ten people, let them fight, until one of the people is dead, and then the next one. How is it? Amu said with a grin.

When the soldiers of the alliance of the vassal states heard this, they were in an uproar, some suspected that this was a conspiracy, some suspected that it was a sword and a prestige, but more people finally had some spirits.

"Young people, there is always a winner in a duel, and if you have a win, you always have to pay your own price. Tell me, what the hell are you trying to do? The old general was still a little confused. These people can obviously rely on the right time and place, slowly drag these thousands of men and horses to exhaustion, and then solve the battle with a charge.

The enemy has an absolute advantage, but they use stupid moves, either they have a plan or they are crazy.

"Haha, how can you Yan Kingdom do your best to produce some old foxes. However, Lao Tzu really likes to deal with smart people. Amuhaha laughed and said, "The difference between victory and defeat is very good, the dead side is defeated, the living person wins, as for the reward, it's simpler, the enemy is dead, you don't know the fuck to get out?" ”

The hundred people behind Amu laughed heartily on horseback, which made the eyes of the soldiers of the alliance of vassal states burst into flames.

"Fight! War! War! ”

Thousands of people shouted in unison, which was quite powerful.

However, in the wet grasslands, the sound wilted before it could be heard far, which was somewhat frustrating.

Amu's mission is accomplished.

He finally gave these people hope and aroused their strong desire to survive and was willing to fight for it.

This is the strength, and it is best to kill some promising enemies to relieve hatred, otherwise, it is really better to lie on the grassland and curse the heavens.

"Haha, okay, that's what you're supposed to do. Say yes in advance, don't die, we don't run, you don't run, kill everyone on the other side to really tell the winner! Amu rode a horse that was muddy and muddy, and ran around proudly, which aroused the excitement of the soldiers of those vassal states, and they wanted to pounce on it and kill this guy immediately.

"Fight! War! War! ”

The dreary prairie finally took on some meaning, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to begin to dissipate.