Black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, this is a Yuefu poem by Li He, who is known as a poet and ghost in the Middle and Tang Dynasty, this romantic poet in the Middle and Tang Dynasty has no shadow now, and it is said that this guy is also a descendant of the Li Tang royal family. It's just that the blood relationship is weaker, so it is not the royal family. But these two lines of his poems are the most realistic portrayal of the grassland now, in this grassland, in the middle of summer, the rainy season on the grassland has arrived, which is also the most exciting time on the grassland, because the abundant precipitation will make the grassland more abundant, so that more cattle and sheep can grow fatter and feed more people. But in the middle of summer in the sixth year of Zhenguan, a storm was about to come on this grassland, and the boundless black clouds were dense in the sky, as if to cover the entire sky under its figure.

Where the sun does not shine, a shadowy shadow looms in the dim light, which is where Xue Yantuo's royal tent is. The tents all stood under this black cloud, like ghosts. At this time, a scarf banner was flying in the royal tent, which was several feet high, fluttering in the wind, as if it were a spirit. In the midst of this tent, the silence was almost breathless, and everyone was startled by their own conjecture, which was a bold conjecture, but it seemed reasonable. All this shocked everyone, this Datang is really generous. However, they did not dare to publicize it directly, and at this critical moment, they were willing to stop their preparations, but the leaders of the rest of the tribes on the other side who had already been burned by the burning ambition in their hearts would never believe it.

But if this continues, it will definitely make the entire Xue Yantuo fall into this trap of the Tang Dynasty, although this is just a guess. But they are very sure that this must have nothing to do with Datang. It's just that there is not the slightest evidence to prove that all this was done by Datang, so there is only a secret vigilance. It's been too long since the grassland has been like this. Let everyone believe that they are the most powerful tribe on the grassland, and they are the ultimate masters of this grassland. So they are hostile to each other. They will only gather together when they are faced with the looting of the Tang Dynasty, but they are still wary of each other, and they will never leave their own territory. Now there are four most powerful forces on the grassland: the Xue Yantuo Tribe, which represents the most veteran force in the royal tent, led by Yi Nan, and the Qibi Tribe, which created this regime together with the Xue Yantuo Department at the beginning, these are the two oldest forces in Xue Yantuo, and they are also the big tribes that have been rotating the Xue Yantuo Sheji artifact in charge. Underneath them are two tribes that have risen to prominence in recent decades: the Uighurs and the Western Turks, each of whom has a great deal of power, and although each of them is not as powerful as the Xueyantuo and Qixin tribes, they are all tribes with their own sovereignty, and each of them is very united. Because they were outsiders after all, they would be more or less ostracized by the previous Xue Yantuo herdsmen, which created a closeness within their own tribe. And only those who are new to Mobei can occupy a place in this grassland where the strong are respected, so these two tribes who have not been in Mobei for a long time actually jumped up and suppressed many of Xue Yantuo's original tribes, becoming two of the strongest forces in this regime.

In this case, Xue Yantuo's desire for complete peaceful reunification was really an unattainable thing, so when he got the incense bait thrown by the Tang Dynasty, all the tribal leaders with ambitions in their hearts were crazy at that moment. Because it occupies the righteousness, then it can be righteous and righteous, and it can make the rest of the tribes press below. Although this position is inexplicable, it is extremely attractive to the most ordinary people. And this weapon of mass destruction is only after the war has been fought to a certain extent. will play the greatest role, because at that time, all the people are already disgusted with war. When people are at peace, they are the time when their beliefs change. At that time, he showed his hole card, the sacred statue that shone with colorful light. I'm afraid that the soldiers on the other side will immediately turn back, and this is the ending that all those in power think about.

Many tribes in the steppe with this kind of thinking are all frantically gathering the power in their hands at this time, countless cattle and sheep are directly slaughtered, and then smoked into bacon and brought on their bodies as dry food, and countless soldiers began to maintain their bows and arrows, and began to wipe their scimitars. Everyone felt the breath of the coming war, and none of the soldiers felt that this war was coming, and they were eager to fight, eager to exchange the enemy's head for cattle and sheep in the hands of their own leaders, or for beautiful Han girls. Therefore, war for them does not mean death and killing, but promotion and wealth in exchange for cattle and sheep. All of them had red eyes in their eyes, eager to go to the battlefield now and kill them, so that the group on the other side would know who was the most powerful warrior on the grassland.

Countless scouts were sent out to their respective areas, roaming the grasslands to gather information about the enemy, and countless horses galloped across the grasslands. They will rush up the low hills on the grassland, look into the distance from above, and some will even rush directly to the other party's territory to visit, all of them are dressed similarly, they have no armor, all are wrapped in animal skins, which is too common on the grassland, so that all the tribes can not tell whether the other party is their own side, because all the large tribes are countless small and medium-sized tribes gathered, and everyone does not necessarily know the people of the same position around them, which gives all the tribes the best chance to plant spies.

As the days passed, the tension on the grassland gradually became more and more pervasive, and all the people could not let go of their blades in their sleep, and they did not know if someone would suddenly kill them in the middle of the night while they were asleep, and let them die in their sleep. So they didn't dare to sleep too hard, and they would all wake up at the slightest disturbance. Such a wake-up call can be said to be like a shepherd dog outside their respective tents. Gradually, the war was about to begin, because all the herdsmen of the steppe had been gathered together, and in this area of only a radius of hundreds of miles, there were no tribes on the steppe except for those wandering vagabonds who had no cattle or sheep, and all of them were concentrated here, and a decisive battle was going to be fought to determine the tribe that commanded the steppe.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill ......" a earth-shattering shout, from the mouths of rows of grassland warriors, as if to tear apart the clouds in the sky, rushing to the sky with murderous aura straight to the bullfighting, like a heavenly sword splitting the barrier of the sky, to open the night sky out of a hole.

Countless war horses neighed, and under the spur of the master, these psychic horses all snorted angrily, and the front hooves under them were also swaying low on the ground, just waiting for the master to clamp the horse's belly and rush out as fast as possible, cutting down those people on the opposite side. In addition to the four powerful forces in this grassland, there are three that should not be underestimated, although they did not gather incomparable strength like the four major forces at this time, but none of the other four forces dared to underestimate them, because their three parties formed an alliance with each other and stood together, each of these three families was far worse than the four major forces, but the three in one jumped up and could sit on an equal footing with them. It is a existence that does not dare to be underestimated, and the three tribes support each other, forming a strong alliance, and all of them have written blood letters, and they will never betray each other until the end.

In this way, a situation of five-party talks was formed on the steppe, with two powerful old forces, the Xue Yantuo and the Qixin tribe, as well as the new noble Uighur and Turkic tribes. Finally, there are three alliances that are united. These five forces occupy the most lush grasslands on the grassland, forming an antagonistic situation, and no one dares to take the lead in making a rash move, because if they move, they will become the target of everyone, and if they move, they will attract endless attacks. So they all cast the same trap, not daring to attack others first, as if they were more expensive than anyone else.

The grassland seems to be calm, but there are always people who are unwilling, in this early morning, the morning wind blows the flags outside the tent, a small group of troops quietly touch out of the tent, they agile between the various areas, like a snake winding around, waiting to find an opportunity, to give the enemy a fatal blow, this is a death squad, every big tribal leader will have such a team, they are responsible for helping this leader to do some dishonorable things, walking in the dark. It's like Li Junzhong also has such a power - Baiqi Division. Notorious, but also distorted by everyone's conversation, this is the deterrent power of the dark forces in the hands of kings.

The small army approached a camp opposite, heavily guarded, but these men were agile like cats, tossing and turning from tent to tent, tumbling and jumping, and they could see the specific layout of the whole camp, where was their final tent, and where was the trap and what was an illusion. All of this is extremely precious news, and all of them are tight secrets that all forces have to cover. But in the hands of these people, it was done with ease, and it didn't seem to take much effort. At the same time, the same army was doing the same thing on the other side, and one camp after another passed quietly under the footsteps of these men, without alarming anyone, as if they were ghosts, and went to visit these heavily guarded tents.

The morning sun, soft but not dazzling, under this soft sunshine, a new day began, all the forces finally began to act on this day, groups of men and horses began to assemble, began to arm, everyone rode on horseback, put on leather armor, and some people were constantly quietly drawing out the scimitar in the sheath, as if this snowy blade was waiting to drink the blood of the enemy.

"Charge...... Slay the miscellaneous pieces on the other side! The steppe must be ours in the end! The leader of the Xue Yantuo tribe shouted loudly at this time, in front of him was an army of thirty or forty thousand, all of them in leather armor, all sitting on horseback, all holding the bow in their hands, and the arrows were on the bowstring, and they could pull the bow like the moon at any time and kill the enemy. Opposite them, a general like a black bear was also reprimanding the soldiers across from him, these people were also dressed in the same way, and they were also waiting for the enemy to rush towards them. As soon as the big battle starts, it is just waiting for who will shoot the first arrow, and then it will be completely unfolded and sweep across the entire grassland. (To be continued......)