More than 20 catties of oil skin, even the first-class wrestlers in the army can only throw a distance of more than ten zhang, according to the farthest distance on both sides of the valley more than 700 steps, unless there are Jinju first-rate sect leaders who are willing to risk their lives and condescend to do this work of throwing skins, otherwise they alone have arranged people on both sides of the valley, and they can't throw the fire oil onto the equipment stacked into a mountain in the center of the valley.

The oil is also a secret ordnance of the Ministry of War, which can withstand bumps and even ordinary swords, and the fire oil in it is configured according to the formula, only a little spark will burn brightly, and the water will not be extinguished, so you can only wait for everything that can be burned nearby to fly ashes.

This was originally a thing distributed by the Dayao military department to defend the city, until by chance a light cavalry attack disturbed the barbarians' supply and then used this fire oil to burn the seizure that could not be taken away, and later found that it had a miraculous effect, and it became a necessary thing for the team of people and horses to go deep behind the enemy, and a skin of fire oil may be able to burn tens of thousands of stones of grain and grass.

But the people who made this fire oil from the Dayao military department obviously didn't expect that this fire oil would be frozen into something like a stone in an extremely cold environment, and many people on both sides of the valley trembled like chaff after waiting for half an hour, and unscrewed the cover of the skin bag to see, hey, it was still the same piece, a little smaller, and people couldn't help but jump to scold their mother.

In fact, most of the barbarians' instruments are close to the valley walls on both sides, stretching out a hand and throwing the skin bag down, nine times out of ten. Still, these people had to go down, and the mountain of instruments in the middle of the valley was not something that any of them could throw through with the strength of their arms.

More than ten zhang high, not a few moments can fall, the barbarians below can easily find the movement on their heads, once the bow and arrow Wei Changpan will take these people into the target, unless....

Some people are willing to be bait to lure the snake out of the hole.

It was almost midnight, and the first group of barbarians who kept vigil had not yet waited for the time to rotate, even though these were all martial artists of the Taiqige Division, but this peaceful and peaceful situation day after day made these people can't help but relax, those cowardly Yao people were beaten by the lord and the cavalry of the tribes to shrink into those towering city walls to seek refuge, where would anyone go deep into the grassland, and happen to find this valley?

These warriors were all warriors of the Taiqige tribe, eager to go to the battlefields of the south to fight for wealth and status, but the lord suddenly ordered them to imprison them in this valley where birds don't, although there was no danger, but it also deprived them of the opportunity to fight their way out in this once-in-a-century war.

In the first few years of his succession to the lord of the Taiqige tribe, Dun Mao realized that if the power of these warriors led by Balo Batu was far beyond ordinary people, if one day the power of these warriors was too large to fall under his control, it would be a sword hanging over his head forever, and as long as these warriors did not die for a day, they would be like a fish in his throat.

These warriors are usually scattered under the tents of the nobles in the tribe, and it is not easy to gather them all together, and there will be no nobles who are willing to go to such a capable manpower.

Although when announcing the news to these warriors, he claimed that this was a difficult task, and that the cunning Yao people could appear around them at any time, and when he said this, he still believed in this, but when the vanguard cavalry advanced to the front line of Yuanseong and encountered some weak resistance from the Jinju state army, he did not believe his previous words at all.

The coalition forces of his box tribes attacked the state city of Yaoren Jinju and Yuancheng, and it seemed to him that it was already a matter of time.

In the valley, he was the only one who could spend his days with women and wine, and although he knew that he would not do anything in the valley, he already had considerable status and wealth as the number one warrior in the Taiqige tribe, and the population and cattle and sheep allocated to him were no less than those of many nobles. If he put Balopatu on the battlefield and made a great contribution, there were only a handful of rewards in his hands that could match his status, and Balopatu himself knew the consequences of the so-called high merit in Yao's mouth, so the two reached a subtle tacit understanding.

Near the valley mouth, the middle-aged samurai with a vicissitudes of life stabbed the yawning young barbarian beside him with a scabbard, this young man's martial arts realm is the worst in this hundred-person team, but he is the youngest son of a noble family in the Taiqi Ge Department, and he is the one who can inherit his father's cattle, sheep and tents, with this identity, the middle-aged samurai did not directly use the scabbard to slash at his face.

"Cheer up, it's almost time to rotate, don't disgrace your father. The middle-aged samurai withdrew his scabbard, "Maybe Yao is nearby." ”

"How can there be Yaomen? They are less daring than marmots, and when frightened, they will retract into their holes made of masonry and poke out half of their heads. The young barbarian patted the small saber on his waist and the bow and arrow on his back, "If the Yao people dare to come, my bow and arrow and sword will not give them another chance to go back." ”

The middle-aged samurai didn't know how he was stimulated by his words, so he burst out and grabbed the young barbarian's leather collar and pressed him to the ground, riding on top of him while trying to control his movements while lowering his voice, "Mochiha! Don't say such stupid things again! That Yao scout was let go by your lame archery skills! This place has been exposed, and I only hope that Balabatu won't screw off your and my heads, so..."

The young barbarian lying on the ground without a defenseless knew how big the disaster was, and if it was found that even his father, who was a nobleman, could not protect him, so the young barbarian turned his head sideways and closed his eyes and waited to be beaten, and this young barbarian named Mochiha knew that shouting for help would not lead to anything, and if he attracted other samurai, not only would they not relieve him, but they would also have to give him some punches and kicks.

The fist did not fall, could it be that this middle-aged samurai actually had a day of mercy on him?

The warm liquid dripped on Mochiha's face, he opened his eyes and looked up, the middle-aged samurai's eyes were wide, and he wanted to raise his hand to cover his throat, which had an arrow gushing like a spring, but the trembling hands could only hang down weakly, and then the dying man fell aside, convulsed all over, and stretched out a hand to the frightened Mochiha, as if asking him to save his life, but in the end he could only look at the sky, and his pupils gradually dilated.

This arrow did not make the slightest sound in mid-air, from the arrow to the tail of the arrow was painted pure black, it was a favorite weapon of scouts and killers, the delicate machine and the crossbow made of excellent materials could pierce through three layers of cooked cowhide when fired from a hundred paces away, although the martial man's physique was far stronger than ordinary people, but it was only flesh and bones.

By the time the warriors reacted, two of them had their throats pierced, and the barbarian warriors drew their horned bows and arrows, and many threw away the torches in their hands.

It is impossible for Ballobatu to be unaware of such a big movement, this warrior of the Taiqi Ge Department cannot rush out of the tent at the first time because he has to put on his pants, although he has always been confident enough in his size, but the next fight is bound to have a big move, Bal Luo Batu does not want the scene of his battle with people today to become a joke passed on by the men, women and children of the Taiqi Ge Division.

When Balopatu put on his pants and picked up his blade and rushed out of the tent, three or five figures could vaguely be seen rushing out of the valley mouth and escaping on their horses, while these warriors under his command only put a few arrows in the distance and did not get on their horses to chase after them.

"What are you doing! Just let these cunning rats escape!" "Bald Batu, who was shirtless and wearing only a pair of calf-nosed pants, raised a huge palm and knocked one of the people next to him to the ground, "Kill Bald Batu's men, do you want to escape so easily?!"

The person who was slapped to the ground by him just slapped it up, he was a cronie sent by Dunmao, it was more or less a restraint, and he was the only person here who dared to argue with Bal Luo Batu,

"Bald Batu!" the man spat blood on the ground after struggling, "Can't you see that this is a lure to the enemy? There is only a hundred-man team guarding here, so it is so easy to send people out to chase and kill, if there is a large group of people outside the valley in ambush, how can you hold the things in this valley?"

Many people who were about to get on the horse were kept in place by this person's words, nominally Ballobatu was the leader of the hundred-man team, but the identity of the cronies of the lord of the Taiqige tribe made these people jealous from the bottom of their hearts, and it was true that Ballobatu was known as the strongest warrior in the Taiqige tribe and even the entire grassland, but the most powerful person on the grassland was always the lord of the Taiqige tribe, Dunmao Chao and Lad.

A cronie is someone who can speak in his ear, and a casual word can crush them as samurai.

Bald Batu didn't pay attention to him, someone brought his horse, he was nine feet long, he was almost everyone in the grassland tribe to look up to, and his mount was also one of the best horses in the grassland. The dear faith looked at him with an angry expression, and secretly made up his mind in his heart that after leaving the place where the birds don't, he would definitely go to the lord to say some evil words about Balopatu.

"Ballo Batu, the lord ordered you to guard this valley, not for you to take it upon yourself to hunt down a few scattered Yao people!" After moving out of the name of the lord and the lord, the cronie's words became more and more unscrupulous, "You are just a hunting dog in front of the lord's horse, and if the lord asks you to go east, you have to go east..."

The next moment the poor man said this, he was grabbed by Bald Batu with his palm, and with a sudden force, he pulled his head off his body and threw it away.

Bald Batu is a dog that is rising, not yours.