A seasoned warrior knows how to maintain a blade better than a novice. After all, the sword in his hand is even more reliable than his companions on the battlefield.
Like the scimitars in the hands of most prairie warriors, these knives are also made by the prairie blacksmiths. They are rough and crude. However, no matter how crudely made these scimitars are, those who have followed He Xiqing for several years and even The prairie warriors who call themselves Eagles also pay great attention to maintaining these weapons.
This is also the biggest difference between them and the new recruits.
Before following He Xiqing, these grassland eagles had already gained quite a reputation in their respective tribes. Compared with ordinary people, they are more aggressive and willing to fight - of course, there are still many people of this type on the grasslands, after all, most of the men in Mobei have this kind of temperament.
But only a few smart people would pay attention and go to those wizards regularly to sharpen their blades.
Before following He Xiqing, these smart prairie eagles would go to the big tribes to look for those crazy wizards every time they killed eight or ten people. The old wizard will blow the horn, which can calm their souls, and the crazy wizard will beat the war drum, using the rhythm to calm their restless blood. A calm wizard will polish the blade while reciting ancient inscriptions. This can return the blood evil energy on the blade to the world and make the old blade sharper.
After sharpening their swords again and again, these prairie eagles became more and more courageous.
"A sharpened knife will never stop chopping wood..."
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh when he saw this.
Sure enough, just as he could think that only by combining work and rest can we fight a protracted war, prairie veterans who can survive the battlefield will also realize this.
But what concerned Du Chengfeng even more was the way the wizards used the horns and war drums when sharpening their blades. Although the way the prairie wizards recited their words was a little too difficult to pronounce and he couldn't memorize it, after hearing the horns and war drums so many times, he finally got the answer he wanted most.
"In other words, the rhythm of the war drum drives the body, and the sound of the trumpet guides the consciousness."
Although he still doesn't know the specific principle of this thing, even if he just thinks along this line of thinking, Du Chengfeng has already figured out several tricks, which will definitely give He Xiqing some surprises.
Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng felt that his luck today was a little too good. Just for a trip, Carpenter Li had already mastered the ancient battle ax and became a fighting force that could stand alone. After that, in the process of sharpening the sword, he even learned how to use horns and war drums, and had the ability to target He Xiqing - just as he had lamented before, as the saying goes, all heaven and earth will work together. .
In addition, if he continues to sharpen the knife, he can still spy on He Xiqing's current actions. This luck is even too good, so good that Du Chengfeng is a little uncomfortable.
But soon, Du Chengfeng knew that his good luck was not without reason.
Continuing to polish the blade, Du Chengfeng also felt the next experience of the scimitars - after He Xiqing came to the Qingyang Department, the holders of these scimitars, those prairie veterans, were all beaten one by one by He Xiqing He surrendered and willingly became He Xiqing's soldier. After all, it is a great honor to be able to follow a strong man on the grassland, not to mention that they are following a man as tall as the sky.
As the man became stronger and stronger, these prairie veterans also felt like eagles, flying higher and higher.
Eagles naturally want to eat meat, and He Xiqing would often take them out to hunt for those disobedient tribes, or simply go south to plunder Jizhou. Every time they commit a crime, they dress up as horse thieves to deceive others, but unlike most horse thieves, they do not seek wealth, but only kill people.
This is the way He Xiqing trains soldiers. It is said that a real warrior must be able to control the blood evil spirit. Those things that cannot kill them will eventually turn into their strength. If you are a man, don't look for a wizard.
Since He Xiqing, who is a strong man, said so, the prairie veterans who compare themselves to the eagle certainly chose to agree. So, under the leadership of He Xiqing, they tore apart all the enemies in front of them like tigers and wolves, devouring all the lives standing in front of them. The blood evil spirit really made them become more and more courageous as they fought, and their eyes gradually became more and more courageous. Red as blood.
As long as they follow He Xiqing, they will be victorious in every battle.
All prairie eagles think so.
It is precisely because of this that even if they are faced with an almost crazy order to raid Ji Town overnight, they will execute it without hesitation.
After all, they completely trusted He Xiqing, their eldest brother, and their general.
It was indeed easy to break through Ji Town. After carrying out a large number of killings in the streets outside the city, they were filled with blood evil energy and broke through the city itself without any surprise. Liu Yanran, who once made the prairie warriors quite fearful, who was stationed in Jibei, was also killed by He Xiqing with a single sword.
If only it had come to this.
Those prairie eagles thought so.
Then Du Chengfeng saw his big face in this dusty memory.
"Okay, is it me again?"
Du Chengfeng sighed, he knew this would be the case.
Originally, this was supposed to be a great victory for these prairie eagles, but because of Du Chengfeng's several horseback attacks, the momentum of the original victory was cut off on the spot - these prairie eagles were not They never thought of resisting, but in order to facilitate the killing in the streets, they all dismounted and became infantry. But when they were about to catch up on horseback, Du Chengfeng had already beaten the horse and ran away.
Even if He Xiqing comes to hunt him down, it will be the same.
After pulling back and forth several times, He Xiqing failed to kill Du Chengfeng, which made the prairie eagles who were originally so powerful become dejected.
One of their own was killed, but the boss failed to help them. This was undoubtedly a major blow to the morale of the army - and more importantly, many people had already recognized the murderer who had killed many brothers in the prairie. , is probably the murderer who killed He Xiqing's biological brother.
He couldn't even deal with the murderer of his own brother. Is their eldest brother, this general, really as strong as he seems?
Many prairie warriors have questions in their minds.
But the next order made them even more sad.
All prairie warriors are not allowed to leave the city.
From Du Chengfeng's point of view, this was actually a quite correct decision. It was obvious that He Xiqing saw through his thoughts and used shrinking defenses to prevent him from gaining weapons and becoming stronger.
But most of the prairie warriors couldn't understand this decision. They just felt that He Xiqing was too cowardly.
So even for the sake of the safety of his men, He Xiqing could only send out the detective horse rangers in the name of reconnaissance before dawn.
This is also a correct decision in Du Chengfeng's opinion. On the one hand, he can appease his prairie eagles with "the information has not arrived yet" and thus delay their coming out. On the other hand, it can indeed bring more information from the outside world. , thereby making better strategic decisions.
But the next scene made Du Chengfeng amused.
Several prairie rangers with scarlet eyes returned to the city, bringing with them the body of one of their companions. There was a scimitar on the body, but no one dared to pull it out.
Until He Xiqing appeared in front of the corpse.
"This is also a bloody weapon... How many weapons can that person control at the same time?"
While saying this, He Xiqing pulled out the scimitar.
But after thinking about it, He Xiqing did not throw away the scimitar.
Instead, he found a sheath and put the knife in it, and hung it on his waist together with his portable sword.
"...You dare to take this?"
Du Chengfeng's eyes widened when he saw it.
But he probably also realized why he suddenly became so lucky.
The unlucky scimitar was finally given to the right person.
If you think about it this way, you can understand the good luck of the day. His good luck all comes from He Xiqing's bad luck. The better his luck, the worse his luck will be for He Xiqing, his enemy.
"This is an opportunity!"
Putting down the last old scimitar, Du Chengfeng's eyes lit up.
He had already sensed He Xiqing's fear before, and he had confirmed this when he was polishing these scimitars just now. Obviously, in He Xiqing's eyes, he has become an opponent who can compete with him on the same stage.
And now, he had seized the opportunity to take action.
"You are dead."
After throwing these scimitars into the warehouse, Du Chengfeng got on his horse.
Things went much smoother than he imagined, and the end of this war was getting closer and closer.
And he will definitely be the one who survives.
Du Chengfeng has such determination.
