Muk was directing his soldiers to shout and shout, and suddenly found that the lights in the Confederate camp were extinguished one after another, Muk hurriedly restrained the soldiers, retreated a stone's throw back, and waited for changes.

Although there were no lights in the camp of the Confederate army, by the light of the moon, Muk could see many flags circling and moving, and he gasped, the Great Khan only asked him to carry out the plan of disturbing the army, and now it seemed that the other side was going to meet the whole army, which was far more than expected.

"Come on, go back immediately to report to the Great Khan, the southerners are going to fight, go quickly!!" Mook turned and gave the order.

After Zamuhe got the report, he jumped up from the ground with excitement, Rao is the head of the clan, and in the case of extreme lack of military resources, he can only spread a layer of leather clothes on the ground, and then sleep on it. But at this moment, his depression has been replaced by excitement, they are crazy? How dare you fight at night with my steppe warriors?! Zamuhe turned out a sentence in his heart: Heaven is evil, especially violated, self-inflicted, can not live!

When all his generals came to the tent, Zamuhe's mood stabilized a lot, this is a good opportunity, not to be missed, but even more so to beware of the other party making trouble!

"Chahar."

"Yes, Great Khan."

"Give you three teams of 100 people, scout around my camp, and beware of the southerners stealing the camp!"

"Yes, Great Khan."

"Everyone else comes with me!" Zamuhe rushed out of the tent like a gust of wind, turned over and got on his horse, and the generals followed, nearly 500 horsemen rushed towards the southern camp like a swarm, this is all the strength of Zamuhe.

Zamuhe saw the flags dancing in the southern camp from a distance, and a few whistles sounded from time to time, did they really want to fight? God help me!

"Well done Mook, well done!" Zamuhe let out a loud shout, he didn't know what method Muk used to arouse Nanying's anger, but he saw the effect, very good effect!

"Thank you... Xie Dahan praised. Mook was confused.

The guards and light horsemen of the Flying Eagle Tribe were all quietly waiting for the southern army to leave the camp, and the queue was very quiet except for the excited snorts of the war horses from time to time. Zamuhe looked ahead with confidence, his requirements were not high, as long as he could defeat the opponent's cavalry, then the opponent's infantry would become meat on the cutting board, and he would never escape the end of being eaten!

Time passed little by little, and many points were combined for a long time, Zamuhe frowned, and just wanted to speak, when he suddenly found that the other party's camp gate was slowly opening.

"It's coming!" Zamuhe took a deep breath and took off the iron arm bow on his shoulder, and the guards and light cavalry also took off their bows, their movements were uniform and the killing intent was steaming, it seemed that their training was much stronger than Du Bing's cavalry.

Time is still passing little by little, but the scene of the southern army swarming out of Zamuhe's imagination has never appeared, not to mention the soldiers of the Flying Eagle Tribe, even Zamuhe, who has always been calm, is a little impatient, he slowly drives the war horse and presses forward.

Who knew that their queue had just moved, and a scene that made Zamuhe stunned appeared, and the camp gate of Nanying was actually slowly closing, which... This... What the hell is this going on??

"Mook, tell me about the situation, why did they come out to fight?" Zamuhe faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Great Khan, I... I don't know why, but I kept disturbing the camp according to your orders, and suddenly they turned off the lights, and I felt that something was wrong, so I immediately sent someone back to report to you. Mook replied timidly.

"Not good! Camp! Zamuhe turned around and looked back, his camp was still quiet, no... It stands to reason that Nanying should have done this with the aim of attacking his own camp? Why is there still no movement?

"Toto'er, you go back with a team of hundreds." Zamuhe was still a little uneasy, although he sent away a team of 100 people, and the number of people under him was less than 500, but he was confident that he would not suffer a loss by relying on 500 people to deal with the other party, and when his reinforcements came, it would be time to turn defeat into victory!

"Yes, Great Khan." With a wave of his hand, Totoel divided a team of 100 people and returned to the camp.

Nanying was still quiet, Zamuhe was a little irritable, beads of sweat broke out in the palm of his hand holding the iron arm bow, if he heard Qian Buli's speech, maybe he would be angry.

"Brothers, is it hard to patrol the night?" Money does not leave this opening.

"It's not hard!" Answers in unison.

"Hmmm... Don't tell the truth! I think you're still working hard! Qian Buli took out the 'incense fan' on his waist and fanned it a few times: "Do you think this is good, I will call up all those idiots who want to eat us, how about playing a little game with everyone?" ”

The soldiers on the night patrol burst into laughter, and one of them had the audacity to exclaim, "My lord, can you still command the enemy and make them listen to you?" ”

"A true general must not only be good at his own troops, but also learn how to command the enemy." Qian Buli smiled: "When you become a general, you will understand." Hey? Wang Rui, what are you doing? ”

Wang Rui didn't know where to get a charcoal pencil, and was burying his head in a small notebook to write down something, when he heard Qian Buli ask, he quickly turned his hand behind his back and said with a dry smile: "Big... My lord, I didn't do anything. ”

Qian Buli looked at Wang Rui with a smile: "Boy, listen well, everything that is written down in the book is dead, and what can be remembered in your heart is alive!" ”

Wang Rui bowed his head respectfully: "Thank you for your teachings." ”

If Zamuhe could hear these conversations, he would have taken the men and horses back to rest, but unfortunately he didn't know anything, and he was suspicious by nature, plus he was very much looking forward to the Southern Army coming out of the camp to fight a night battle with them, all of which created a Zamuhe who couldn't go or stay.

When the camp gate of Nanying was opened again, Zamuhe finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Sticky Han, you take a team of 100 people to attack, remember, don't rush too close, I want you to lure them out." ”

"Got it, big brother." As soon as Sticky Han urged his war horse, he galloped out with a team of 100 people, even Zamuhe couldn't bear it, Sticky Han could imagine what kind of mentality it was, and his war horse rushed straight to the camp gate of the southern camp.