In the Blade

It was night, deep in the grassland, in the Qingyang tribe.

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

Among the heroes of the Qingyang tribe, the young man was relatively thin. Not only was he not as strong as the wrestlers, but he was also a little shorter than most warriors. At this moment, squatting on the ground and sharpening his sword, he looked more like a monkey than a warrior.

But it was such a monkey squatting on the ground that made the strong man who was nine feet tall hesitate and dared not step forward.

"Come here, Muershu."

As if he had noticed the restraint of the strong man behind him, the young man simply stopped his movements and turned back.

"You have been with me for almost ten years, right? There is no need to be so restrained."

"It's eleven years, big brother."

Although the young man just looked at him calmly, the strong man named Muershu lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at him even once.

He dared not look at the blade reflected in the moonlight.

Whenever the warriors of the Mobei grassland need to sharpen their weapons, they often go to wizards. Although these wizards often say some crazy and strange things, only these crazy wizards can completely polish the blood on the weapons stained by killing.

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

Just because his name is He Xiqing.

Blue is the color of the sky, and this man named He Xiqing is as omnipotent as the sky. He looks thin, but he is the strongest warrior of the Qingyang tribe. His seemingly short figure is the most courageous warrior of the Qingyang tribe.

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

But the final result is the same.

Muershu saw the sky.

So, as the strongest warrior of the Qingyang tribe, Muershu chose to follow this man, just like a stray wolf finally found its leader, just like a goshawk will eventually soar in the sky.

But now, this piece of sky is crumbling.

"Brother, we can't wait any longer."

Muershu finally spoke after gritting his teeth.

"The wizard has received a 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 any longer, we must avenge Ah Xuan immediately."

"Oh, just this, then I know."

The man named He Xiqing just shook his head when he heard this, and continued to sharpen his knife.

Looking at the man in front of him who didn't care at all, Muershu couldn't help but clenched his fists anxiously.

You know, the person who died this time was not an outsider, but He Xiqing's younger brother. The brother was killed, but the elder brother was slow to take revenge. This was undoubtedly a cowardly performance in the eyes of the grassland warriors.

The wolf pack will only obey the strong alpha wolf, and the goshawk will only hover in the sky. When the alpha wolf begins to become weak and the sky loses its vastness, who will be willing to stay in the team? Who would still be willing to continue to follow this man named He Xiqing?

Some warriors have already discussed secretly, saying that this hybrid born of a Mobei man and a southerner is not worthy of a high position, saying that his blood flows with the stupidity of the Mobei and the cowardice of the southerner.

Murshu naturally did not believe that, but at this moment, looking at He Xiqing's indifferent look, he was still shaken after all.

He ignored the killing of his own brother and did not dare to send troops. Is this man whom they call "big brother" really worthy of their respect and following?

"So this is what you want? I will call the troops to take revenge now?"

As if he had noticed 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 done this kind of thing too many times, calling up troops and then fighting... So do you know what will happen after this?"

"... After this?"

Murshu 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, then I'll tell you."

He Xiqing polished the saber in his hand.

"We will use one night to slaughter that fortress, and then we will find that we have entered the pocket formation of the Jizhou Governor's Office. The troops of Jizhou Governor Liu Yanran will block our way back to the north and make that fortress a grave for all of us."

"This..."

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

This... seems to be what those southerners would do. Although those southerners dare not confront the grassland warriors head-on, they have never lost in terms of these conspiracies and tricks, or ambushes and attacks.

Just as He Xiqing said, if they go straight over, they may face a death sentence.

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

Muershu, who was nine feet tall, clenched his fists, and his tiger eyes were filled with tears for a while, stamping his feet and beating his chest.

"Brother, Ah Xuan is your brother, but he is also our brother. We eat from the same pot, sleep in the same tent, fight together and kill together. He even blocked an arrow for me...Brother, tell me, what are you waiting for! Why don't you let us go and avenge Ah Xuan!"

"I know, Ah Xuan is my brother."

While saying this, He Xiqing put the sharpened knife to his hand and tested the blade with his thumb.

The sharp blade only lightly brushed past, and a cut was already made on the finger.

It left a glaring red.

"That's my own brother, the one I risked my life to bring all the way out of the snowy mountains... I want to cut those southerners who killed him into pieces more than anyone else. I want to hang their wives and children on the trees, I want to peel off all their skins, I want to chop off their heads, eat their flesh, and drink their blood."

At this point, He Xiqing's eyes returned to calmness.

"But I know that if I want to do all this, I need to wait a little longer."

"Brother, what are you waiting for?"

Seeing that He Xiqing was as crazy as they were, but still insisted on waiting, Muershu couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the wind to blow over."

Wiping off the blood on his fingertips, He Xiqing continued to sharpen the knife.

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

"Brother! Brother!"

At this moment, a grassland warrior rode into the camp and shouted loudly.

"The order from the Mobei Royal Court has arrived! My Qingyang tribe is preparing for war and will be ready to go within three days!"

"What..."

Muershu didn't react for a while, but found that He Xiqing in front of him had stood up suddenly.

"The wind from Mobei is finally blowing."

Putting the knife back into the sheath, He Xiqing waved to the grassland warriors who were riding horses.

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

As he said this, He Xiqing smiled.

Like a beast showing its sharp teeth.

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

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