A seasoned warrior knows how to maintain his blade better than a novice, after all, the sword in his hand is even more reliable than his partner on the battlefield.

Like the scimitars in the hands of most of the prairie warriors, these knives are also made by those prairie blacksmiths, rough and simple, but no matter how shoddy these scimitars are, those prairie warriors who have followed Su Xiqing for several years and even consider themselves eagles also pay attention to the maintenance of these blades.

This is also the biggest difference between them and the recruits.

Before they followed Su Xiqing, these grassland eagles had already gained a lot of fame in their respective small tribes. Compared with ordinary people, they are more brave and ruthless, and they are more willing to compete - of course, there are still many people of this kind on the grassland, after all, most of the men in Mobei are such a character.

But only a few smart people pay attention and regularly go to those wizards to sharpen their blades.

Before following Su Xiqing, these clever prairie eagles, after killing eight or ten people, would go to those big tribes to find those crazy wizards. Aged wizards blow trumpets to calm their minds, and mad wizards beat the drums of war to calm their restless blood with rhythmic rhythms. A calm wizard will recite an ancient verse while sharpening the blade, which will bring back the bloody aura on the blade to heaven and earth, and will also make the old blade sharper.

And after sharpening their knives again and again, these prairie eagles are becoming more and more courageous.

"Sharpen the knife and don't mistake the woodcutter......"

Seeing this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, just as he could think that only by combining work and rest can he fight a protracted war, the grassland veterans who can survive the battlefield will also realize this.

However, what Du Chengfeng cared about more was the way those wizards used horns and war drums when they sharpened their blades. Although the way the prairie wizards recited the Mawen was a little too awkward for him to memorize, after feeling the horns and war drums so many times, he finally copied the answer he wanted the most.

"That is, the rhythm of the war drums drives the body, and the sound of the horn guides the consciousness."

Although I don't know the specific principle of this thing yet, even if I just think about it along this line, Du Chengfeng has already figured out several sets of ruthless work, which can definitely surprise Su Xiqing.

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng felt that his luck today was a little too good, just going out, Carpenter Li had already mastered the old battle axe, and it had become a combat force that could stand alone, and after that, in the process of sharpening the knife, he even got the method of using horns and war drums, and had the ability to target Su Xiqing - just like he sighed before, as the so-called heaven and earth are all together.

In addition, if he continued to sharpen his knife, he could still spy on Su Xiqing's current actions, and this luck was even too good, so good that Du Chengfeng was a little uncomfortable.

But soon, Du Chengfeng knew that his good luck was not unreasonable.

Continuing to sharpen the blade, Du Chengfeng also felt the next experience of the scimitars - after Su Xiqing came to the Qingyang Department, the holders of these scimitars, those grassland veterans, were all subdued by Su Xiqing one by one, and they willingly became Su Xiqing's soldiers. After all, on the grassland, it is an honor to be able to follow a strong person, not to mention that they are following a man like the sky.

As the man became stronger and stronger, these grassland veterans also felt like eagles, flying higher and higher.

Eagles naturally want to eat meat, and Su Xiqing will often take them out to hunt, hunt for those disobedient small tribes, or simply go south to loot Jizhou. Every time they do it, they dress up as horse thieves to hide their eyes, but unlike most horse thieves, they don't ask for money, they only kill people.

This is the set of Su Xiqing's military training, saying that real warriors must be able to control even the bloody qi, and those things that can't kill them will eventually turn into their strength, and if it's a man, don't look for a wizard.

Since Su Xiqing, who is a strong man, said so, of course the grassland veterans who compare themselves to eagles choose to agree. So, under the leadership of Su Xiqing, they tore through all the enemies in front of them like tigers and wolves, devouring all the lives standing in front of them, and the bloody aura really made them more and more brave in battle, and their eyes gradually became red like blood.

As long as they follow behind Su Xiqing, they will definitely be able to win every battle.

That's what all prairie eagles think.

It is precisely because of this that even in the face of an overnight raid on Jizhen, such an almost crazy order, they will not hesitate to carry it out.

After all, they completely trust Su Xiqing, trust their eldest brother, and trust their general.

It was easy to break through the town of Thistle, and after a lot of slaughter in the streets outside the city, it was no surprise that they were filled with blood and evil to break through the city itself. Liu Yanran, who once made the grassland warriors quite fearful, was also killed by Su Xiqing.

It would be nice if things only ended here.

The prairie eagles thought.

Then Du Chengfeng saw his big face in this dusty memory.

"Okay, is it me again?"

Du Chengfeng sighed, he knew it would be like this.

Originally, for these prairie eagles, this should have been a big victory, but because of Du Chengfeng's several horseback charges, the momentum of this original big victory was cut off on the spot - these prairie eagles didn't want to resist, but in order to facilitate entering the market to kill, they all dismounted and became infantry. And when they were about to catch up on horseback, Du Chengfeng had already run away.

Even if Su Xiqing comes forward to chase and kill, it will be the same.

After pulling back and forth several times, Su Xiqing failed to kill Du Chengfeng, which couldn't help but make the originally imposing grassland eagles despondent.

The fact that their own people were killed, but the boss at the top failed to help them out, is undoubtedly a major blow to the morale of a force - and more importantly, many people have recognized that the murderer who killed many grassland brothers is likely to be the murderer of Su Xiqing's own brother.

can't even deal with the murderer who killed his own brother, is their eldest brother, this general, really as strong as he seems?

Many steppe warriors have questions in their hearts.

But the next order made them even more sad.

All steppe warriors were not allowed to leave the city.

In Du Chengfeng's view, this was actually a fairly correct decision, and it was obvious that Su Xiqing saw through his thoughts, and prevented him from becoming stronger by shrinking his defense.

But most of the grassland warriors couldn't understand this decision, they only felt that Su Xiqing was too cowardly.

So even for the sake of the stability of his subordinates, Su Xiqing could only send a horse ranger in the name of reconnaissance before dawn.

This is also a correct decision in Du Chengfeng's view, on the one hand, you can use "the intelligence has not yet arrived" to appease the grassland eagles under him, so as to delay more time to come out, and on the other hand, he can indeed bring a little more information from the outside world, so as to make better strategic decisions.

It's just that the next picture amused Du Chengfeng.

A few scarlet-eyed steppe rangers returned to the city, taking with them the corpse of one of their companions, with a scimitar on it, but no one dared to pull it out.

Until Su Xiqing appeared in front of the corpse.

"It's also a bloody blade...... How many swords can that person control at the same time? ”

While saying this, Su Xiqing pulled out the scimitar.

But after thinking about it, Su Xiqing didn't throw away the scimitar.

Instead, he casually found a scabbard and loaded the knife, and hung it on his waist with his sword.

“…… Do you dare to take this? ”

Du Chengfeng's eyes were straight.

But he probably realized why he was so lucky all of a sudden.

The scimitar was finally given to the right person by him.

If you think about it this way, you can understand the good fortune of the day. His good luck all comes from Su Xiqing's bad luck, the better his luck is, the worse the luck for Su Xiqing as an enemy.

"This is your chance!"

Putting down the last old scimitar, Du Chengfeng's eyes lit up.

Before, he had already spied on Su Xiqing's fear, and he had confirmed this when he was polishing these scimitars just now. Obviously, in the eyes of Su Xiqing, he has become an opponent who can compete with him.

And now, he has caught the opportunity to do it again.

"You're dead."

After throwing these scimitars into the warehouse, Du Chengfeng turned over and got on his horse.

Things are going well beyond his imagination, and the end of this war is getting closer and closer.

And he will definitely be the one who survives.

Du Chengfeng has such determination.