"Jeda, the knife is polished."

Qin Hao was holding a knife and leaning against the table in the depths of the tavern, and was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, when a short man who wrapped himself tightly came to him and said this.

Qin Hao opened his eyes.

He nodded, then got up and went to the back, dozens of jars of soju, dozens of catties of air-dried beef and milk skins, these were the baits he put out, and they had just arrived at noon.

Qin Hao didn't know where the general got these things, but these things undoubtedly made it more convenient for him to act on this grassland.

In this steppe, gold and silver are not worth much, but food and wine are very valuable.

He went out with a jar of wine and put it in the middle of a few people who were chatting and bragging.

These people had high noses and deep eyes, long brown hair was braided, and the leader was wearing a felt hat, and the beard on his chin was knotted, and he raised his cloudy eyes to look at Qin Hao.

"Yeda, just a jar of wine and want to ask Lao Tzu to do something, are you thinking too beautiful?"

"Fifteen jars of wine, one jar for each of your people, thirty catties of air-dried beef, twenty catties of milk skins, and two hundred catties of rye flour afterwards, Kunda, is it enough?"

The person known as Kunda laughed and stood up, reached out and patted Qin Hao's shoulder, "Yeda, you are righteous enough!" Why don't you go and get the meat out of the way! ”

Qin Hao knew that this was Kunda's way of doing things, and this time it was very risky, Kunda's team had a total of twenty people, although it looked like a ranger on the grassland, in fact, their combat strength was comparable to the strongest warrior in the Tartar army.

They disobeyed the leadership of the Anda tribe, the strongest tribe in the steppe today, so they gathered in such a tavern, and usually lived by robbery and assassination.

This time, Qin Hao deliberately revealed the news that the Great Xiao Dynasty had sent 100,000 grains to the Anda tribe, and said that this grain was sent by Chang Mingda, and the Anda tribe would not distribute the grain to ordinary people, let alone other tribes, and they could not get close to the camp of the leader of the Anda tribe, but it was still possible to teach the Great Xiao Dynasty a lesson.

It just so happens that Chang Mingda's son is in the north, so they naturally want to teach Chang Mingda a lesson, and then plant the blame on the Anda tribe, and when the Anda tribe and Chang Mingda fight, it is the result they are happy to see.

"Come, drink!"

"We need to let that boy of Urimu know that even if he destroys our tribe, our spirit will not die!"

"Won't die!"

This is the state of the steppe.

The Great Xiao Dynasty collectively called them Tartars, in fact, they also had various internal problems, the prosperity of one tribe was usually accompanied by the demise of multiple tribes, and hatred existed in every corner of the grassland.

The people here have grown up fighting and fighting since childhood, so they have stronger bodies and a spirit that is not afraid of death.

Qin Hao's eyes darkened, this was far inferior to the soldiers of the Great Xiao Dynasty.

This time, he just took advantage of the situation and gave Kunda and the others a chance to take revenge.

When everyone had eaten and drunk enough, they went back to prepare, and when they gathered on the steppe, everyone was seated on a war horse, with the same clothes, the same weapons, and even the same hair style as the Anda army.

At the end of the grassland, the sky is gradually brightening, and a red sun is slowly rising.

"Let's go, let's kill that grandson!"

The sound of horses' hooves arose, and the group of twenty-one people set out.

Huo Shangren knew Chang Shi and Chang Anmin too well, Qin Hao took Kunda to guard the designated place for a long time, and then saw Chang Anmin and them stop here, and then began to camp.

Kunda seems to be a hot-blooded character, but in fact he is very calm when it comes to assassination.

When the time had passed, and an hour or so had passed, the time when man was most tired, and the sound of horses' hooves alarmed the people who were patrolling the camp, and he hurriedly signaled.

"Enemy attack! Enemy—" He was only halfway through the third word, and a scimitar like snow grazed his neck, flew up with his head, and smashed into the small camp.

The scuffle begins.

Yue Qin Zhi's eyelids were beating wildly along the way, always feeling that something would happen, but now when he heard the enemy attack, first a carp jumped up from the ground, and in a hurry he thought while getting dressed, sure enough!

As soon as he rushed out of the tent, a broken arm flew in front of him, and he could see clearly what it was by the moonlight.

He mustered up the courage to look at the place where the battle was fighting, and immediately recognized that it was a Tartar!

The white knives of the snow are in, and the red knives are out, occasionally reflecting the moonlight, which can make people see their appearance clearly, which is exactly the appearance of the tartars on the grassland.

Tsuneishi stood with Kunda as he sharply rebuked Kunda in the language of the prairie.

"We are Chang Shoufu's people, this is our Chang Shoufu's second son, do you want to break the contract?"

Kunda laughed, "Are the people of the Central Plains so naïve? ”

"Contract? What we want is the land of your Central Plains, the money and food of your Central Plains, what we want is for you Central Plains people to crawl under our feet to lick our boots for us, and want your women to let us have fun and give birth to children for us to be slaves! ”

"Contract? What contract do we have with you Central Plains? ”

Tsuneishi's heart sank, and he gritted his teeth, "You're going to tear up the contract!" ”

"Haha, whether the Central Plains people are stupid or really stupid, there has never been a contract to talk about tearing up? We want your lives! ”

"I can take your life today, and we can take Yan Tingfeng's life tomorrow, hahahaha!"

Saying that, Nakunda's offensive is getting more and more urgent, and the other guards except for Chang Shi are already half dead, and a few Tartars have already touched the door of Chang Anmin's camp.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chang Shi caught a glimpse of Chang Anmin actually coming out of the tent, and in a hurry, he opened Kunda's big knife, turned around and swept towards Chang Anmin's place.

Kunda wiped her face, "With your back to me, this is too indifferent to me!" ”

He jumped up from his horse, and with a big sword, he passed behind Tsuneishi.

Yue Qin Zhi had already rolled into the grass on the side, hiding in the grass and shivering, not even knowing that he had peed his pants.

Chang Anmin didn't know the situation, so one of them was cut in two by a big knife in front of him, and blood spurted out violently, confusing Chang Anmin's face.

The warm blood woke Chang Anmin up, and after he saw the situation in front of him clearly, he howled, "Help! ”

Then Chang Anmin rolled his eyes and fainted.

A quarter of an hour later, corpses were lying on the ground.

Kunda rode on his horse, his eyes widened, "One more knife to make up for it, don't let any fish slip through the net." ”

"Yes!" He was answered by the neat and powerful answers of the crowd.