It's night, deep in the grassland, in the green sheep department.

Outside a simple tent, a young man was sharpening his saber by the moonlight.

In the heroic Qingyang Division, the young people are relatively thin, not only are they not as big and round as those wrestlers, but they are even a little shorter than most of the warriors. At this moment, he squatted on the ground and sharpened his knife, not so much a warrior as a monkey.

But such a monkey squatting on the ground made the strong man who was nine feet tall reluctant to come forward.

"Come here, Muerju."

As if sensing the restraint of the strong man behind him, the young man simply stopped what he was doing and turned his head.

"You've been with me for almost ten years, haven't you? There's no need to be so formal. ”

"It's eleven years, big brother."

Obviously, the young man just looked at it calmly, but this strong man named Mu Ershu lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at him.

I didn't dare to look at the blade that reflected the moonlight.

The warriors of the Mobei Grassland often look for wizards whenever they need to polish their blades, although these wizards often say crazy strange things in their mouths, but only these crazy wizards can wipe out the blood contaminated by killing on the blades.

Only the man in front of him will sharpen his own knife.

It's just because his name is Su Xiqing.

Cyan is the color of the sky, and this man named Su Xiqing is also as omnipotent as the sky. He seems to be thin, but he is the strongest warrior in the Qingyang Division, and his seemingly short posture is the most courageous warrior in the Qingyang Division.

It's not that there are no brave people who want to challenge him, want to defeat this man who is said to be omnipotent, even Muershu has tried several times, whether it is wrestling or blade.

But in the end, it's all the same.

Murshu saw the sky.

Therefore, as the strongest warrior in the Qingyang tribe in the past, Mu Ershu chose to follow this man, just like a stray wolf finally found his head wolf, just like a goshawk will eventually soar in the sky.

But now, this sky is crumbling.

"Big brother, we can't wait any longer."

Gritting his teeth, Murshu finally spoke.

"The wizard has received a revelation, Ah Xuan has not returned, and his soul has returned to the earth, with the warriors he leads...... Big brother, we can't drag it out any longer, we must avenge Ah Xuan immediately. ”

"Oh, that's it, I know."

When the man named Su Xiqing heard this, he just shook his head and continued to sharpen his knife.

Looking at the man in front of him who didn't care, Mu Ershu couldn't help but clench his fists anxiously.

You must know that it was not an outsider who died this time, but Su Xiqing's own brother. The brother was killed, but as the elder brother, he did not take revenge, which is undoubtedly a sign of cowardice in the eyes of the steppe warriors.

The wolves will only obey the strong head wolf, the goshawk will only hover above the sky, and when the head wolf starts to become weak, when the sky loses that vastness, who will want to stay in the team? Who would want to continue to follow this man named Su Xiqing?

There are already warriors who are secretly talking about it, saying that this mongrel born from Mobei and Nanren is not worthy of being in a high position at all, saying that his blood flows with the stupidity of Mobei and the cowardice of Nanren.

Mu Ershu naturally didn't believe that set of rhetoric, but at this moment, looking at Su Xiqing's indifferent appearance, he was still shaken after all.

Even his younger brother was killed, and he didn't dare to send troops. Is this man who is called "big brother" by them really worthy of their respect and follow?

"So that's what you want? I'm going to take revenge now? ”

As if sensing the confusion of Muershu, the man named Su Xiqing whispered while sharpening his knife.

"It's easy, very easy. After all, we've done this kind of thing too many times...... So you know what happens after this? ”

“…… After this? ”

Murshu was stunned by the question.

Full of revenge, he never thought about what would happen after that.

"If you can't think of it, then I'll tell you."

Su Xiqing sharpened the saber in his hand.

"We will slaughter that dock fort in one night, and then we will find that we have entered the pocket array of the Jizhou Governor's Mansion, and the soldiers and horses of the Jizhou Governor Liu Yanran will block our way back to the north and make that dock fort a graveyard for all of us."

"This ......"

Murshu's eyes widened and he couldn't speak.

This...... It seems that it is indeed something that those southerners will do, although those southerners do not dare to confront the steppe warriors head-on, but when it comes to these conspiracies, or ambush attacks, they have never fallen behind.

Just like Su Xiqing said, if you fight directly, it is likely that they will be greeted with a certain death.

"But, but that's Ah Xuan after all!"

With his fists clenched, the nine-foot-tall Mu Ershu burst into tears for a while, and beat his chest.

"Big brother, Ah Xuan is your younger brother, yes, but he is also our brother, we eat in a pot, sleep in a big tent, go to the battlefield and kill together, and he even blocked arrows for me...... Big brother, tell me, what the hell are you waiting for! Why don't you let us go and avenge Ah Xuan! ”

"I also know that Ah Xuan is my own brother."

While saying this, Su Xiqing put the sharpened knife in his hand and tried the blade with his thumb.

The sharp blade only brushed lightly, and it had already made a cut in the finger.

Left a piercing red.

"That's my own brother, my biological brother who fought for his life from the snowy mountains back then...... The Southerners who killed him, I want to dismantle them more than anyone else. I will hang their wives and children from trees, and I will skin them naked, and I will cut off their heads, and I will eat their flesh, and drink their blood. ”

Speaking of this, Su Xiqing's eyes returned to calm.

"But I know better that if you want to do all this, you have to wait, and wait."

"Big brother, what the hell are you waiting for?"

Seeing that Su Xiqing was already as crazy as they were, but he still insisted on waiting, Mu Ershu couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"What the hell are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the wind to blow."

Wiping away the blood from his fingertips, Su Xiqing continued to sharpen his knife.

"It's not ...... time yet"

"Big brother! Big brother! ”

At this time, a steppe warrior broke into the camp on horseback, shouting loudly.

"The order of the Mobei Royal Court has arrived! My Qingyang Department is fully armed, and I am ready to go to battle within three days! ”

"What......"

Mu Ershu didn't react for a while, but found that Su Xiqing in front of him had already stood up.

"The wind from Mobei has finally blown over."

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Su Xiqing waved his hand at the grassland warriors who were rushing on horseback.

"Go back and tell the leader that this assembly doesn't have to wait for me. Muershu, come and put on my armor. ”

Saying this, Su Xiqing smiled.

Like a beast of prey baring its sharp teeth.

"In less than three days, we'll kill all those southerners tonight."