Quiet times can be difficult and boring for the recruits.

But it's a godsend for veterans, because it means their lives are still theirs.

When the wolf dwelling order of the wolf dwelling court was sent to every tribe in the grassland by the goshawk, the lives of some of the defenders of the border began to enter the countdown.

At the same time, some of the warriors of the various tribes of the grassland are also ready to die at any time, for them, death is the way to return to the embrace of the wolf king god, which is the supreme glory.

However, the defenders of the border fortress faced an unknown end, and only when the horses of the steppe tribes appeared in their field of vision did they know that they were about to face death.

When the defenders of Dayu in the earthen forts of the border fortress were still hiding from the wind and sand in the caves, the tribes in the depths of the grassland were already completely lively at this time.

From the sky, people are busy gathering among the felt tents.

The men hung their bows and arrows on their bodies, while the women packed the dried cattle and sheep into special leather bags, which they gently tied around their husbands' waists.

They hugged each other and said goodbye to each other, and the woman whispered in the man's ear.

They were singing hymns of prayer for their husbands who were about to go on an expedition, hoping that the wolf king would hear their prayers and bless their husbands for a safe return.

After the prayer, the husband would kiss his woman goodbye affectionately, and they waved the whip in their hands and let out a low sigh.

Their majestic cries of harmony are a promise to their women that they will return safe and full of loads.

Young children watched their parents busy, not knowing what their parents were doing.

They just knew that their father had taken with them the few pieces of jerky in the family, and those were the things they had coveted for a long time.

The older children knew that their father was about to go on an expedition, and although they didn't understand what it was, they knew that when they came back, they would bring a lot of things.

Those things are not found in the grassland, such as sweet caramel, soft silk, fine porcelain, and food to fill the stomach, and of course, obedient and well-behaved slaves.

It's just that they don't understand why the grown-ups like weak and useless female slaves.

However, there are also some children in the felt tent who can only stay by their mother's side and watch the lively crowd outside.

They did not need to see off their father, who had not been able to return from previous expeditions.

These children only have indifference and helplessness in their eyes, and they are numb from the oppression of the hard days of losing their father.

But every child on the steppe will eventually be sent to battle by his own women, just like their father, singing prayer war songs.

Whether you are the son of a patriarch or a herdsman, you are all equal under the wolf dwelling order.

Therefore, glory and death are equal to every man of the steppe tribe.

A large number of horses were driven back to the tribe by the wranglers in the vast pastures outside the tribe, and then they were saddled one by one and waited for the tribesmen to ride.

And on a grassland by water three hundred miles away from the border of the Dayu Dynasty, a felt tent that stretched for more than ten miles had been erected at this time.

These felt tents, large and small, are like small flowers blooming on the grassland.

In the middle of the tent is a huge white tent several acres in size, which is different from the round tent around it, and its shape is square.

The huge white felt tent was as white as a white cloud in the sky, and on top of the felt tent was a huge tree that was straight to the sky.

On top of the giant tree is carved a lifelike giant wolf, this wolf is sitting upright, the wolf's head is slightly tilted and seems to be howling at the sky.

Entering the felt tent, dozens of tables were placed in the middle of the felt tent, and the sides of the tables were covered with fine sheepskin blankets.

Roasted lamb and beef have been placed on the table, and mellow wine has been set up for people to taste.

And the tables in the center of the felt tent were already sitting there, and they were drinking with fine wine.

Although they were dressed differently, they understood the language.

One of the men in the middle of the middle had a head covered with pigtails that hung down naturally, and a jewel-encrusted trowel on his forehead.

The man said as he put the sliced mutton into his mouth, "This year's Grass Valley is nearly a month later than usual, and it seems that the shamans of the Wolf Court have a new plan. ”

"Wan Qihai Yin Khan, the shamans of the wolf court are not something we can speculate."

A man with a round felt hat drained the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and said with a breath of wine.

The man had already taken off half of his robe, revealing his thick arms, because of the drunkenness.

"King Yujiu Lu Ying Khan, it seems that you lost the war with Wan Qihai Yin Khan again this year?"

Another thin man carefully sliced the mutton with a knife and said slowly.

"Baye Gule, don't stir up trouble at this time, the shaman masters of the wolf court will arrive soon, if we fight at this time, we are afraid that we will not get benefits at that time, but let a few of them take advantage."

Wan Qihai Yin Khan was not annoyed by the provocation of King Yujiulu Eagle Khan and the provocation of Baye Gule Khan.

But as soon as he said this, the others looked at Wan Qihai Yin Khan with dissatisfaction.

But they didn't say much.

Because in recent years, among the tribes of the grassland, the Xianbei tribe is the most powerful, and the tribe to which they belong cannot compete with it.

And the King of the Eagle Khan is the Khan King of the Rouran tribe, and the Rouran tribe is second only to the Xianbei tribe.

They have fought on the grassland several times this year, and although they have won and lost, the Rouran division still has more defeats and fewer victories.

As for Baye Gule, the Khan of the Uhu tribe, he is also the most favorite of the many clan leaders to use intrigues.

Although most of the people who usually meet each other are swords, but now on the eve of this grass valley, they still let go of their grievances with each other.

While the chiefs of the tribes were feasting and drinking, a man in a cloak rode from deep into the steppe on a warhorse toward the felt tent where they were.

At the same time, a large number of warriors of the steppe tribes were galloping on horseback in different directions of the steppe, and their direction was also where the felt tent was.

On the towering city wall of the Yuyang section of the Great Wall of the Great Wall of the Great Yu Dynasty, an old man in battle armor was looking out to the north.

Although the old man's face was wrinkled and his bun was gray, he stood tall and tall on the Great Wall like a pine.

"General Long, this time the northern tribes are already a month later than in previous years, it seems that this time they have a lot of plans."

A middle-aged man beside the old man said in a white and bearded voice.

This person was dressed in a scarlet robe and a black hat, although he spoke softly, but in the cold wind of the grassland, he also stood upright, without a trace of delicateness.

He is the supervisor of the Pengzhou Army, Zhou Mi's father-in-law.

This Zhou Mi is the eunuch of the Wupin Supervision Army of the Northern Division, who has studied military battle formations quite a lot, and is said to have given advice on the extermination of barbarians in the south, and is a practical school that understands military affairs.

At the same time, he is also the confidant of Gonggong Qiao, the chief supervisor of the North Division.

"Father-in-law Zhou is right, the old man has been guarding here for ten years, and in previous years, the grassland departments have never been so late as this year."

General Long looked at the grassland in the distance, his eyes were sharp, as if he could penetrate the space.

"When things go wrong, there must be demons, and we think that this time we may face the hardest battle in the past ten years."

Gonggong Zhou said worriedly.

"This year, the defenders of our Yuyang section are relatively weak, and the probability of being attacked is much greater than that of Shanggu, Yunzhong, Yanmen, Shangjun and other sections."

General Long was worried, not because he was afraid of fighting with the tribes of the steppe.

It's just that there are tens of thousands of Dayu people living south of the Great Wall.

Once they can't hold the line of the Great Wall and let the steppe tribes raid in, then these tens of thousands of people will face annihilation.

"Father-in-law Zhou, are the reinforcements promised by the imperial court ready for us, and when will they leave?"

Old General Long turned around and asked.

"I've sent 800 miles to urgently send a letter to the Ministry of War and the North Division, and there should be a reply in the next two days."

Gonggong Zhou was also very anxious about the reinforcements, and if the reinforcements could not arrive in time before the other party attacked, they would face a huge risk.

And once the grassland tribes have opened a gap from this section of Yuyang, they can drive straight into it and then go around and attack the neighboring upper valley and Yunzhong two sections back and forth.

Once this happens, then the entire Great Wall defense system will completely collapse, and the entire northern part of the Dayu Dynasty will face the iron hooves of the steppe tribes.

Such a result is something that the current Dayu Dynasty cannot afford.

Because once this happens, then there will be complete chaos within the dynasty.

At that time, the feudal kings and feudal towns will attack each other and support their own armies, and the rebel bandits will also take advantage of this opportunity to expand in time.

With such a situation of internal and external troubles, it is impossible to determine whether the Dayu Dynasty can continue.

"I don't know how many old decay and these veterans under his command will be left in the end this time."

Old General Long said lonely.

"The old general should not be so pessimistic, maybe this time they will attack from other sections, and then we only need to support this section at the right time."

Father-in-law Zhou said with relief.

"I hope so, I hope that this time the northern front line will be safe and sound."

Old General Long prayed secretly.

"Some time ago, our family has sent a letter to Father-in-law Qiao to tell the old general and the Pengzhou army, it is estimated that after this war, the old general will be able to disarm and return to the field, and then he can go back to enjoy Sun An's old age."

Gonggong Zhou felt that General Long's mood was a little low, so he quickly diverted the topic.

"Yes, the old man has been guarding the frontier for ten years, and my eldest grandson was only born when he first set out on the expedition, and now I am afraid that he no longer recognizes me as a grandfather."

At the mention of Sun Tzu, General Long's mood instantly eased a lot.

"Didn't your son write to you a while ago that he gave birth to another granddaughter for you, and now you have two grandchildren and a granddaughter, and you can be regarded as a full house of children and grandchildren."

Song Shilong, the deputy general on the side, said with a smile.

Hearing Song Shilong's words, General Long's face showed a kind smile.

This kind of smile is rare on the face of a military general like General Long, who has been fighting all year round.

After inspecting the walls of the Great Wall, they went back to their camps to handle their official business.

A few days have passed, and the situation in northern Cyprus has not changed.

Although it seems that nothing has changed, this has made the soldiers of the side plug feel invisible pressure.

Everyone knew that the steppe tribe's delay in attacking was not because he was going to give up the attack this year, but because he was accumulating strength to plan an attack.

The longer they drag, the more intense the fighting will become.

But there is nothing they can do, waiting is the only thing they can do.

The area of the felt tents on the grassland was expanded several times at this time, and more felt tents were erected by the tribal warriors who arrived later.

At this time, the whole area can be said to be full of people, and a large number of tribal warriors are drinking and eating meat outside the felt tent.

There were many people who lit bonfires, danced and sang around them, and some people were tearing each other on the grass and wrestling with each other.

Compared with the noise outside the felt tent, the largest felt tent was silent at this time.

A man is standing in front of a large sheepskin map, drawing in circles.

The man was the man who had been riding a horse on the prairie a few days earlier, and by this time he had taken off his cloak and was dressed in this leather robe embroidered with strange patterns, and a row of white eagle feathers on his forehead and on his head.

This man is none other than the shaman sent by the Wolf Court.

And the leaders of the tribes below all watched in silence as the man wrote and drew on the map.

As this man continued to draw different lines on the map, the strategy of this time was also constantly refined on the map.

The leaders of the various tribes were now contemplating their brows, carefully deducing the different forms and outcomes of the war in their hearts.

I have to say that these perennial fighting tribes have far-reaching insights on war than the soldiers of the Dayu Dynasty.

And none of these clan leaders had grown up from the mountains of corpses, blood, and intrigues, so they could understand the strategic intentions of the shaman in the Wolf Court at the first time.

"This is the case with our strategic plan, and although the plan has been formulated, we would like to ask you to carefully consider and give your opinions."

Although the shaman of the wolf court seemed to be asking for the opinions of the tribes, his tone did not have the slightest hint of asking for advice.

In fact, before he set off, the Wolf Court had already made the best plan based on the information sent by the secret agents within the Dayu Dynasty.

This plan has been repeatedly scrutinized by various shamans, and it can be said that it has reached the point where it cannot be changed.

As long as these clan leaders follow the strategy of the Wolf Court, then this time they will completely break the defense of the Great Wall.

At that time, it will be the biggest harvest of the grassland tribes in more than ten years.

Looking at these tribal leaders, the shaman looked proud, and this time he would be able to command the battle by doing everything he could.

He was confident that once the war was over, he would return to the Wolves with glory and victory.