The two units with the word "night" in their names and the Night Wolf Battalion are like two extremes.

While the night does not retreat in the cold wind of the steppe and rushes towards death, the night wolf camp secretly plots unknown actions under the yellowing oil lamps.

Like them, they are planning to act, and there is also a large tent of grassland tribes three hundred far north of the Great Wall.

At this time, a man in a shaman's robe was sitting on a sheepskin blanket and sipping a cup of sweet and sour mare's milk wine.

He squinted at the leaders of the tribes below, shouting like wild dogs barking in the grassland.

In the light of the fire, he could see every subtle move of the men as they argued with each other.

He knew that some of these people were posturing, and some were playing on the topic.

But because of his presence, none of them dared to punch each other in the face.

The most ruthless thing between them is to spit each other in the face.

"Honorable Shaman, we have been waiting here for more than ten days, and seeing that the weather is getting colder and colder, the sons and daughters are about to grow fat."

Wan Qi Haiyin lined up in front of them, and the two small clan leaders who were arguing said.

"Yes, Lord Shaman, we were already a month later than in previous years, and now it has dragged on for more than ten days, doesn't this give those sheep in Yu Kingdom more time to prepare?"

Yu Jiu Lu Ying also stood up and stepped forward and said.

But the young shaman did not say a word, he drank the mare's milk wine calmly and then kept glancing around the tent.

Although most of the clan leaders did not notice the young shaman's anomaly today, the scheming Bano Gule kept a close watch on the young shaman's expression.

He had noticed a hint of dissatisfaction in the young shaman's eyes at the beginning, but he seemed to be trying to suppress it.

When Wan Qi Haiyin and Yu Jiu Lu Ying stepped forward to speak, he noticed that the young shaman's hand holding the silver wine glass was obviously using force.

This indicates that the young shaman should be on the verge of an imminent outbreak at this time.

But the leaders of the tribes below were still shouting and shouting at each other, and the pungent smell of wine made the air of the whole tent dirty.

Ten days earlier, it was also in this tent that the young shaman had carefully recounted his war plans to the leaders of these tribes.

At that time, he scolded Fang Xuan on the battle map, full of the pride of pointing out the country.

But just as he was about to put the plan into action, he suddenly received a letter from the Flying Eagle of the Wolf Court.

At that time, when he saw the letter from the wolf court, he angrily pinched the silver wine glass in his hand directly.

And that letter was written by the Yunying shaman of the wolf court, and there was only a short sentence in the letter.

"The plan has changed, postpone the attack, wait for orders."

As for why the offensive was postponed and how many days it was postponed, there should be no information about it.

This made the young shaman very angry, and he felt as if he had been excluded from the decision-making of the wolf's court.

But he had to obey the arrangement of the wolf court.

Although he slandered Yunying Shaman in his heart more than once, he was already old and confused, and he was not worthy of the reputation of the first wise man of the grassland.

But as the number two person in the Wolf Residence, no one could disobey his orders, except for the old man who lived at the top of the Wolf Residence Mountain.

In this way, he could only wait for more than ten days according to the instructions of the Yunying Shaman.

In the past ten days, he has clearly felt that his prestige is constantly decreasing.

The leaders of the tribes did not respect themselves as much as they had at first, although they appeared to be humble and respectful.

But, he knew how these damn fellows were choreographing themselves when they held the sleek and delicate woman in their tent.

And today, under the impetus of mare's milk wine, these fellows have now completely abandoned their humility and respect.

Their unbridled quarrel in front of him was a provocation to his shamanic authority, but he still had to endure it.

Because these people can only die on the battlefield, they cannot die under the butcher's knife of their own people.

During the season of the grass valley, all the tribes of the steppe must let go of their hatred for each other, a rule that must be followed even if he is a shaman in the wolf's court.

It was here that the tent was suddenly opened by one of the guards.

On the guard's shoulder stood an eagle with a parchment roll on one of its ankles.

Seeing the eagle, the young shaman immediately dropped his glass and stood up.

The guard respectfully walked up to the shaman, knelt down on one knee and handed him the eagle on his shoulder.

He untied the parchment that was tied to the eagle's ankle, and then eagerly opened it.

When he saw the contents of the parchment, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

The first time he noticed the smile on the shaman's face, he knew that someone was going to be unlucky.

After a few moments, the shaman swept away his smile and kicked a drunken tribal leader lying at his feet.

"Now shut up all of them, and if anyone dares to quarrel again, I will cut out his tongue and feed it to the wolves."

The originally calm young shaman suddenly burst into anger.

His roar resounded like thunder in the tent.

The tribal leaders who were still arguing all kept their mouths shut.

Wan Qi Haiyin slammed a slap on the head of a snoring clan leader, and the man woke up from his sleep in a daze.

He was about to scold, but when he saw everyone around him looking at him with a gloating look, he immediately swallowed back the words that had already reached his lips.

"Maybe this leader was just in his sleep under the guidance of the Wolf King God, am I right?"

The young shaman asked in a mocking tone.

The man immediately nodded his head and said with his tongue open, "Yes, the wolf king god instructed me how to fight in my dreams." ”

He even thought that the young shaman was giving him a step.

As soon as he said this, all the leaders around him covered their mouths and snickered.

Only Wan Qi Haiyin covered his head and sighed.

This guy is the leader of a small tribe under his Xianbei tribe.

This stupid groundhog not only disgraced their tribe, but even the Xianbei tribe lost face because of him.

"Leader Wan Qi Haiyin, it seems that our leader hasn't woken up yet!"

Wan Qi Haiyin saw that the young shaman's eyes had burst out with cold killing intent.

He was sure that if it weren't for the time of the Grass Valley, this guy would have been dragged to death by the young shaman behind the warhorse.

"Strip this guy naked, throw him outside, sober up."

Wan Qi Haiyin said to the leaders of several small tribes around him who had surrendered to the Xianbei tribe.

So this unlucky fellow could only shiver in the cold wind shirtless, and I wonder if he regretted blaspheming the wolf king god at this time.

"Let the men of all tribes prepare, the sheep of the Yu Kingdom have already begun to act, and the opportunity we are waiting for has arrived."

The young shaman picked up the glass on the table and drank the mare's milk wine from the glass, then he threw the silver glass to the ground.

"For the glory of the wolf king god."

All the leaders in the account drank the wine glasses in their hands and threw them away heavily.

"For the glory of the wolf king god."

Then all the leaders walked out of their tents.

Not long after, the horns sounded one after another between the tents that stretched for more than ten miles.

The sleeping tribal warriors all emerged from their tents, and they began to assemble.

The war they had been waiting for was coming.

At this time, the Yang caravan was camping outside a border pass on the border between Gunzhou and Youzhou.

They missed the time, but when they arrived at the gate, it was already closed.

According to the regulations, once the city gate is closed, it is not allowed to open it without emergency without authorization, and the city gate is only allowed to be opened at four o'clock the next day.

They all brought their own tents, so they didn't worry about spending the night in the wilderness.

"Tomorrow we will enter the boundary of Youzhou, and we are less than four hundred miles away from the Yuyang defense line."

Li Yi took a map to reflect the bonfire and looked at it carefully.

He borrowed this map from Yang Qi, the head of the cauldron, but he had some difficulty looking at this map.

It's not that he can't read the map, it's that the map he'd seen at Taijizi before was clearly different from this one.

The maps at Taijizi have strict scales and contour lines.

And this map only draws hills, and occasionally a few lines representing rivers, which looks very random.

"Yes, the rest of the road should be completed in two or three days."

Keiko was wrapping around the leather robe she was wearing, and then stretched out her hands to the fire.

This is already the junction of Gunzhou and Youzhou, and the climate has become significantly colder.

Since ancient times, the land of Youyan has been a bitter cold place, and every winter here is a mixture of ice and snow, which is much colder than the warm Sizhou County.

"I don't know if this more than 300-mile journey will be intercepted by the Night Wolf Battalion?"

Li Yi's tone was filled with a hint of expectation.

He was eager to see what the so-called Night Wolf Camp was like.

"It's better not to run into it, I just want to reach the Yuyang defense line safely."

Jing Zizheng is unwilling to encounter twists and turns.

It's not that he's cowardly, it's that if they send so many supplies, it would be a huge trouble if they made a mistake.

Not only did they have to be punished, but more importantly, he was afraid of delaying the battle on the front line.

"I also hope to be safe and secure like Jing Gongzi."

Yang Ping walked from a distance with a chubby belly and a smile, and he was still carrying two wine jars in his hands.

And he was also followed by Qi Ning and Qi Chao's two sisters and brothers.

"Jing Gongzi, Li Gongzi came to drink wine to warm up his body, the night in Youzhou is cold!"

Yang Ping handed the wine jar in his hand to Jing Zizheng and Li Yi.

Jing Zizheng was not polite, he patted off the mud seal at the mouth of the altar, and leaned to the tip of his nose to ask about the aroma of wine.

"It's not rice wine, it's a burning knife!"

Jingzizheng couldn't help but rejoice, as literati, in addition to their daily companionship with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wine is also indispensable in their lives.

Since ancient times, literati have been good at wine, and how many ancient famous poems have been opened by the ancestors after drinking.

Li Yi was not too interested in alcohol, because his master Tai Jizi had sternly warned him not to drink alcohol under the age of eighteen.

However, Taijiko himself is a complete drunkard, because it is inconvenient to buy in the mountains, and the wine he drinks is made by himself.

Once he and Liu Yu secretly drank it, and then they were found out by Tai Jizi and punished severely.

At that time, Tae Jizi was still muttering something that people couldn't understand, such as drinking alcohol affecting brain development.

"This wine is really delicious!"

Qi Chao, who was beside Yang Ping, smelled the aroma of the wine, and only felt that he sat down with Jing Zizheng.

And Qi Ning naturally sat down around the bonfire, but she deliberately kept a certain distance from Li Yi.

When Li Yi saw her sit down, he couldn't help but move his buttocks, widening the distance between the two again.

"Enjoyable, it's really good wine!"

Keiko took a sip of the wine and immediately felt a flame burning in her mouth and belly.

Li Yi handed the jar back to Yang Ping, and then took the wine in Jing Zizheng's hand and poured it in the same way as Jing Zizheng.

But when the wine was in his mouth, Li Yi felt like a flame was burning in his mouth.

He couldn't help but squirt the wine out of his mouth.

When the atomized wine passed through the campfire, a huge flame immediately rose.

This took everyone present in a jump.

Jing Zizheng and Qi Chao reacted the fastest, and the two jumped away quickly, while Yang Ping was close to Li Yi, so although he didn't react fast enough, he was not burned by the flames.

And the most unlucky is Qi Ning, who is the farthest away from Li Yi.

Her reaction was slower than Yang Ping's, and the huge flames rushed towards her face in an instant.

Faced with the sudden flames, she subconsciously squatted down with her head in her hands.

The flames passed over her head, and though they didn't burn her face, they still lit up the beaded flowers he wore on top of his head.

Looking at Qi Ning, who was on fire overhead, it took a while for Qi Chao to scream and pounce to extinguish the fire above her head.

And the culprit Li Yi still stood stunned and at a loss.

When Qi Chao extinguished it, Qi Ning's hair did not burn, but the beautiful beaded flower on the top of her head had been burned out.

"Did you do it on purpose, surnamed Li? If you have an opinion about my aunt and grandmother, you can say it. ”

Qi Ning held back for a long time, and finally angrily pointed at Li Yi's nose and shouted.

"Miss Qi, I really didn't mean it, and I didn't know it would be like this."

Li Yi waved his hand in a panic and explained.

Yang Ping and Jing Zizheng looked at the embarrassed Li Yi and couldn't help but smile.

Since he met Li Yi, Li Yi has always been an image of a young man and an old man with excellent martial arts in Yang Ping's mind.

In Jing Zizheng's opinion, his junior brother has a similar personality to Liu Yu, calm and capable, not like other young people.

But today they saw another side of Li Yi.

At the same time, Jing Zizheng and Yang Ping both felt that this Qi Ning and Li Yi were a good match.

And Qi Chao always felt that his sister's attitude towards this Li Yi was very intriguing.

Because he had never seen anyone who could make his sister angry so often, even if he couldn't.