It's night, deep in the grassland, in the Qingyang tribe.
Outside a simple big tent, a young man was polishing his sword in the moonlight.
Among the many heroes in the Qingyang tribe, the young man is relatively thin. Not only is he not as big and round as the wrestlers, but he is also a little shorter than most warriors. The way he squatted on the ground sharpening his knife at this moment looked more like a monkey than a warrior.
But just like this monkey squatting on the ground, it made even a strong man who was nine feet tall reluctant to step forward.
"Come here, Murshu."
As if he noticed the restraint of the strong man behind him, the young man simply stopped what he was doing and turned around.
"You and I have been together for almost ten years, right? There's no need to be so reserved."
"It's eleven years, brother."
It was obvious that the young man just looked over calmly, but the strong man named Murshu lowered his head deeply, not daring to even look at him.
He even dared not look at the blade reflecting the moonlight.
Whenever the warriors of the Mobei Grassland need to polish their weapons, they often go to look for wizards. Although these wizards often say crazy and strange things, only these crazy wizards can polish their weapons with the marks of killing. The stained blood is washed away.
Only the man in front of me can sharpen his own knife.
Just because his name is He Xiqing.
Cyan is the color of the sky, and this man named He Xiqing is as omnipotent as the sky. He may look thin, but he is the strongest warrior of the Qingyang Tribe. His seemingly short stature is actually the bravest warrior of the Qingyang Tribe.
It's not that there are no brave men who want to challenge him and defeat this man who is said to be omnipotent. Even Muru has tried it several times, whether it's wrestling or weapons.
But the end result is the same.
Murshu saw the sky.
Therefore, as the strongest warrior of the Qingyang tribe, Murshu chose to follow this man, just like a stray wolf who finally found his alpha wolf, just like a goshawk that would eventually soar in the sky.
But now, this sky is crumbling.
"Brother, we can't wait any longer."
After gritting his teeth, Murshu finally spoke.
"The wizard has received the revelation that Ah Xuan can't come back. His soul has returned to the earth, together with the warriors he led... Brother, we can't delay it any longer, we must avenge Ah Xuan immediately. "
"Oh, it's just this, then I know."
When the man named He Xiqing heard this, he just shook his head and continued sharpening his knife.
Looking at the careless man in front of him, Murshu couldn't help but clenched his fists anxiously.
You must know that the person who died this time was not an outsider, but He Xiqing's biological brother. The brother was killed, but the elder brother refused to take revenge. This was undoubtedly a sign of cowardice in the eyes of the prairie warriors.
The wolves will only obey the strong alpha wolf, and the goshawk will only hover in the sky. When the alpha wolf starts to become weak, and when the sky loses its vastness, who will be willing to stay in the team? Who would be willing to continue to follow this man named He Xiqing?
Some warriors are already talking secretly, saying that this bastard born from Mobei people and southerners is not worthy of a high position at all, saying that his blood is filled with the stupidity of Mobei and the cowardice of southerners.
Naturally, Mulshu didn't believe that rhetoric, but at this moment, looking at He Xiqing's nonchalant look, he was still shaken after all.
Even the murder of his own brother was regarded as nothing and he did not dare to send troops. Is this man whom they call their "eldest brother" really worthy of their respect and following?
"So this is what you want? I will send troops to take revenge now?"
As if aware of Murshu's confusion, the man named He Xiqing spoke softly while sharpening his knife.
"This kind of thing is easy, very easy. After all, we have to gather all the troops and fight them out. We have done this kind of thing too many times... So do you know what will happen after this?"
"……after this?"
Mulshu was stunned by the question.
He was full of revenge and never thought about what would happen next.
"If you can't think of it, I'll tell you."
He Xiqing polished the saber in his hand.
"We will spend one night slaughtering that Wubao, and then we will find that we have entered the pocket formation of Jizhou Governor's Mansion. Jizhou Governor Liu Yanran's soldiers and horses will block our way back north, making that Wubao a A graveyard for all of us.”
"this……"
Murshu's eyes widened and he was speechless.
This... seems to be something that those southerners would do. Although those southerners did not dare to confront the prairie warriors head-on, they had never been at a disadvantage when it came to these conspiracies, or setting up ambushes and attacks.
Just like what He Xiqing said, if you fight them directly, they will most likely be met with a fatal outcome.
"But, that's Ah Xuan after all!"
With his fists clenched, the nine-foot-tall Murshu suddenly had tears in his eyes, stamped his feet and beat his chest.
"Brother, it's true that Ah Xuan is your brother, but he is also our brother. We eat in the same pot, sleep in the same tent, and go to the battlefield to kill people together. He even blocked my arrows... Brother , tell me, what are you waiting for! Why don't you let us go and avenge Ah Xuan!"
"I also know that Ah Xuan is my biological brother."
While saying this, He Xiqing put the sharpened knife to his hand and tried the edge with his thumb.
The sharp blade only scratched lightly and already made a cut on the finger.
A blinding red was left.
"That's my biological brother, the biological brother I brought out of the snowy mountains all the way at the risk of my life... Those southerners who killed him, I want to cut them into pieces more than anyone else. I I will hang their wives and children on the trees, I will skin them all, chop off their heads, eat their flesh, and drink their blood.”
Having said this, He Xiqing's eyes became calm again.
"But I know better that if you want to do all this, you still have to wait and wait."
"Brother, what are you waiting for?"
Seeing that He Xiqing was already as mad with hatred as them, but still insisted on waiting, Murshu couldn't help but grit his teeth.
"What on earth are you waiting for?"
"Wait for the wind to blow."
He wiped off the blood on his fingertips and continued sharpening the knife.
"Now is not the time..."
"Brother! Brother!"
At this moment, some prairie warriors burst into the camp on horseback, shouting loudly.
"The order from Mobei Royal Court has arrived! Our Qingyang tribe has prepared its troops for war and will be ready to go out within three days!"
"Varied……"
Before Mulshu could react for a moment, he found that He Xiqing in front of him had stood up quickly.
"The wind from Mobei finally blows here."
Sheathing the sword and returning it to its sheath, He Xiqing waved his hand to the prairie warriors who were riding towards him.
"Go back and tell the leader that you don't have to wait for me for this gathering. Murshu, come here and put on my armor."
Saying this, He Xiqing smiled.
Like a beast showing its sharp teeth.
"In less than three days, we will kill all those southerners tonight."
