The grassland has the rules of the grassland, and the understanding of wolf nature of the low-level Xiongnu herdsmen is like the understanding of the land of the old Han farmers, and they can know what is happening with their eyes closed. Since Tuntou was just able to climb on horseback, he followed his father and mother on the grassland. Seen all kinds of horses, sheep and wolves. The Huns, who have listened to the wolf howl and slept since childhood, naturally have absolute sensitivity to the wolf howl. Hearing the wolf's howl, Tuntou realized that danger was not far off, though he was not sure what kind of danger it was.

Rubbing his hazy sleepy eyes, Chuck Qi was very reluctant, and wrapped the sheepskin on his body tightly: "What's wrong?" Why do you wake me up when I don't sleep so late? ”

"Listen!"

The two men pricked up their ears and listened carefully for a while. Except for the wolf howl, there is only the sound of the wind. Chuck Qi said depressedly: "What's so good to hear, it's just a wolf howl." ”

"The wolf's howl is wrong, it's a cry for help, they're in trouble."

"What's so strange about this, it's not like you've never seen wolves fight, sleep and sleep, maybe you're going to battle tomorrow, and if you die, you'll sleep forever." As soon as you roll over, lie down again.

Tuntou listened for a while, and then pushed Chuck Qi to wake up again: "No, there must be a problem, let's hurry up and report to the headman, what if the Han people come?" ”

"Han Chinese? We can't stand such a cold day, not to mention those lazy Han people, I want to go to you, my dad hates others to disturb his sleep the most, I was beaten hard last time, I don't want to be beaten again. ”

Tuntou hesitated slightly, got up and left.

Chuck Qi grabbed it: "What? Are you really going? Aren't you afraid that my daddy will beat you? Besides, there are so many people here, and there are scouts and sentinels outside, even if the Han people come, it is impossible not to alarm us, you and I are ordinary soldiers, and we can't make those high-ranking adults unhappy. ”

The howls of the wolves gradually thinned away, and the grassland regained its calm. The Hun camp was behind a northerly hill. Those who have tents set up tents, and those who don't have tents can only find a corner in the snow nest to hide their figures. In the winter grassland, there is no dry wood to light a fire, and the damp cow dung is emitting a pale blue flame, and the temperature is not noticeable at all. As a result, everyone could only tremble and huddle together.

The argument between Tuntou and Chuck Banner woke up the sleeping headman, and he picked up the things around him and threw them over, just hitting Chuck Banner's back. The thing was heavy, and a muffled thud could be heard. Gritting his teeth and not letting himself make a sound, Chuck Qi tugged at Tuntou's robe and motioned for him to lie down quickly.

Mo Yu hid in the dark and saw all this clearly. As soon as it was dark, he led people to sneak over, scouts and sentinels were very easy to deal with, with the skills and skills of their Mo masters, they interspersed three or five back and forth in the sparse and sieve-like camp, and no one might find them. However, wolves are different, with a highly sensitive sense of smell and tense nerves, so they are quickly spotted by wolves.

At the first time, Mo Yu thought that the plan was likely to fail. Sneak attack, the most taboo is to expose too early, the wolves did the Huns a great favor. In order to drive the wolves away, the Ink Maker paid the price of five people, and the flesh and blood that were bitten by the wolves were blurred one by one, almost becoming a pile of minced meat. Looking at these corpses, Mo Yu was about to give the order to retreat, and Laifu stopped him.

After waiting for a long time, no one in the Hun camp shouted for horses to neigh, nor did they send anyone to check, as if nothing had happened. Those who sleep continue to sleep, those who tremble continue to tremble, and even the intermittent obscene sounds of that time remain obscene. Mo Yu asked, looked at the lieutenant general who was still pulling his sleeve beside him, nodded emphatically, and was the first to disappear in the boundless night.

The Mo family is the trump card in Su Ren's hand, and it is also a strange card that is unexpected. The ink masters are strong in martial arts, stealthy figures, and assassination and destruction are more than a thousand times stronger than those rough men who only know how to charge. Others don't know what role these people can play in the war, Su Ren knows better than anyone else, otherwise the next generation, large and small countries, are desperately developing their own special forces.

The Huns fought like they herded, or more precisely, fighting was actually an adjunct to herding. Drive herds of cattle and sheep to eat wherever you go, and eat wherever you go. If you encounter an enemy or a wolf pack, you will naturally pick up the cleaver in your hand and fight them. In the hearts of most of the Xiongnu soldiers, this attack on the Han was because the Han people blocked their grazing road.

The grain and grass of the Xiongnu army is their thousands of livestock, which is also their life. Today, Mo Yu was ordered to destroy these cattle and sheep, and if he could cause more damage, it would be an unexpected joy. According to the plan prepared in advance, the ink man infiltrated the Xiongnu camp and buried the black projectiles under the cowshed, in the sheepfold, and even in the hay field and next to the tent as required.

Mo Yu saw the power of these things, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth at that time, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a small black projectile could tear a boulder to pieces.

Although Tuntou listened to Chuckqi's words and lay down, he didn't have the heart to sleep. Tuntou is a good shepherd, who spends his days with the family's cattle, sheep and livestock, and can distinguish subtle changes in each cow or sheep with a pair of ears. Today is no exception, the fat man in the tent behind him still snores loudly, as if his throat is blocked by phlegm, and there is no movement for a long time. The sentry on the left post muttered a whisper, complaining about the big fat man. A mile away, the general's tent was still drinking, still tasting the black mole on the belly of the singer in the middle.

Suddenly, Tuntou heard a strange noise, which came from the shepherd's camp in the right rear. A cow kicks her child with her foot, but the calf refuses to leave its mother and makes a pitiful cry.

Tun Tou furrowed his eyebrows. If in winter, in order to ensure that she can survive the winter smoothly and not be frozen to death and starved to death, the cow will have some outrageous behavior, and it is understandable to drive away her newborn child, and the animal must have no thoughts and kindness. But now that spring is about to begin, animals are the most sensitive to the changing seasons and will never chase away their children at this time. The only possibility is that the cow senses the danger approaching.

Tun Tou scrambled to his feet and fumbled for his weapon. Chuck Qi sighed, turned over and sat up: "What's the matter?" If you don't want to sleep, go stand guard, those sentries like you like the most. ”

"I'm not at ease, I think there's something wrong with the shepherd camp, go and see."

"Shepherd's camp? Where is the center of the army, if the Han people hit anywhere, the two of us would have died a long time ago, and we can still talk here? Seeing that Tuntou had gone away, Chuck Qi sighed again, slowly got up, wrapped the sheepskin around his body, and quickened his pace to follow.

The shepherd's camp was so large that it occupied most of the camp, and a foul smell could be smelled from afar. Cattle and horses have the habit of eating night grass, so there are still herdsmen walking back and forth late at night. Tuntou and Chakqi were both children, and their arrival did not attract the attention of others, and the shepherds just glanced back and went back to their own business.

"Look, I said it's okay, right? What can happen like that? Chuck Stomp his feet and fight with his teeth.

Tuntou glanced around, and the cattle and sheep were lying in the pen, regurgitating the grass in their stomachs, and chewing at the foam. The horses were sleeping standing up, and they saw the stranger shaking their heads vigorously and neighing. Tuntou is also a little strange, and he comes down from a high place with his head down.

Chuck Qi pulled his head and walked back: "Now rest assured, right?" You, save the lives of the soldiers, the general's heart, if I become a single Yu that day, I will definitely make you a general, okay, let's go, if you don't sleep again, the sky will be bright, who knows that you can see the sunrise the day after tomorrow. ”

The two boys walked back step by step, and could already see their own camp. Tuntou turned his head suddenly, screamed badly, and ran to the shepherd's camp. Before he could take two steps, a huge explosion swept at him with strong winds and snow, sending him flying in the air.

"Tuntou!" As soon as Chuck Qi shouted, he felt unsteady on his feet, and he stumbled and sat in the snowdrift. The scenery in front of him will never be forgotten in his life. Cattle and sheep flew around in the sky, tents flew in the sky, people flew in the sky, and it seemed that the whole camp had moved to the sky at once. All sorts of things fell from the sky, and before Chuck could stand up, he was hit in the head by a sheep and pestled into the snow.

The explosions came and went, the firelight reflected half of the sky, and the people in the Hun camp shouted and screamed again and again in the rolling waves. Tuntou thought he was dead, he was helpless, looking at the things that passed by, there were sheep, cows, armor and minced meat. There was a strange smell in the air, as if something had been burnt and as if the meat had been cooked. Qi and blood surged, and as soon as Tuntou opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Mo Yu ran fast with people, this was the fastest run in his life. Since the explosion behind him, none of the ink men who came with Mo Yu doubted Mo Yu's words anymore. They had never experienced such a tragic thing in their lives, and no one thought that the projectile that had been carried on their backs for a whole night would have such terrible power. If I knew that I would kill them, I wouldn't have carried them so much.

Running out for three miles in one breath, Mo Yu finally stopped, and the ink scholars stood behind Mo Yu respectfully, quietly watching the tragic situation of the Hun camp, and no one spoke. There was a wave of air, and a black thing fell from the sky and fell less than ten steps from the ink rain. The thing was motionless, as if it were a person, and it was estimated that it was already dead and could not die again.

"I'll take a look!" An inkman looked left and right and stepped forward. Soon he shouted, "It's a child, it's alive!" ”