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Zhang Jingche was very aware of You Yunwei's demeanor - it was a sharp weapon sharpened by him, hidden in a dark corner with Jin Yiwei in the bright and in the dark.Usually, no one can notice their sharpness, but once they are out of the sheath, it is inevitable.

Even if Zhang Jingche is no longer the leader of You Yunwei, the nature of the sharp blade will not change.

After listening to Zhang Jingche's analysis, Zhuo Jiusi was no longer in a hurry to send people out of the camp, but he still had his own worries: "Hong Lu may not believe my words, even if he fails to block people outside the camp, he will try his best to search Daying. You Yunwei act as ghosts, come and go without a trace, no one knows where they will be lurking... If you stay in the camp, it will be too dangerous."

This was a real danger, but Zhang Jingche was not worried at all. He had already prepared for something and covered his face.

"What if that's the case?" He smiled faintly, "Do you think You Yunwei can still recognize me, General?"

It was a mask as thin as silk, which fit like a second layer of skin on his face. In the blink of an eye, the noble young man with beautiful eyebrows and eyes turned into a pale and consumptive man, mingling with the sick soldiers In the middle, even close relatives who are very familiar can't recognize it.

"My master's ability to change his appearance...it's amazing!" Zhuo Jiusi had already seen Zhang Jingche's ability to change his appearance, and he was still amazed at this moment. "I just want to wrong you, and stay in the isolation camp for a while."

Zhang Jingche smiled: "It's okay... It's hard for General Zhuo to support the overall situation by himself."

Zhuo Jiusi didn't even dare to say, even if he was the deputy general of the Northwest Camp, he wouldn't dare to fight in front of Zhang Jingche at this moment.Zhuo Jiusi knew very well that Zhang Jingche was the most responsible for Da Yin's ability to take the initiative in this battle. This man is already a backbone of the Northwest Army, and nothing can happen.

At the same time, Dingbianhou, who sneaked into the grassland, ran into trouble without any surprise—everyone knew that the biggest difficulty in a long-distance ambush was not the face-to-face confrontation with the enemy, but how to accurately find the wolf's den from the huge grassland.The Beile people live by water and grass, and their royal court will keep moving with the seasons. Experienced scouts can find the general direction based on clues, but no one can guarantee that they will be able to track the Beile people's location .

It was already September at this time, and the sudden drop in temperature would bring big troubles to the Northwest Army who went deep into the grassland.More importantly, the food and grass they carry with them is limited. Even if they can hunt wild game to supplement their rations, it will be a drop in the bucket for an army of 2 people.

When camping that night, the scouts found a place with abundant water and grass, and set up their tents with ease.Yang Fan squatted on the bank, picked up the river water to wash his face, and was about to put it in his mouth, when he suddenly remembered the serious illness that he had escaped from death not long ago, so he had to let go in resentment.

Liang Yizhi on the side handed over the water bag wisely: "Marshal, there is clean boiled water here."

Yang Fan unplugged the pouch, raised his neck and filled a small half of the pouch: "How much food is left?"

Liang Yi had just counted it all, and now he came in an orderly manner: "According to the current situation, it can last up to ten days... Marshal, we can't afford to waste time with the Beile people."

Yang Fan pondered for a moment, and called the scouts: "What, after tracking for so many days, can you find the direction where the Beile people retreat?"

The scout looked distressed: "Back to the commander, I did find traces of cattle and sheep passing by on this road, but I can't tell whether it is where the Beile royal court is... If the commander allows, I would like to take two hundred horses on the road." Let’s explore the road ahead, and we must find the old den of the Beile people!”

Yang Fan was about to speak, when someone beside him suddenly said, "If you want to track down the old den of the Beile people, I have a way."

Marquis Dingbian turned his head, only to see Xu Shen walking up with the water bag.

Xu Shen was born in Youyun Guard. When Zhang Jingche rebelled against the capital, he chose to follow without hesitation. Over the years, he has become Zhang Jingche's No.1 personal guard.This time when Yang Fan went deep into the grassland, Zhang Jingche sent Xu Shen, not only because he trained the firecracker team, but also because this person's ability to track and explore is outstanding.

Yang Fan said: "Mr. Xu, what advice do you have?"

Xu Shen repeatedly said, "Don't dare": "When the master traveled far away in the Western Regions and crossed the vast desert, he almost lost his way several times. After he came back, he learned his lesson and spent a lot of money to train a group of falcons, which are specially used as road scouts..."

Yang Fan's eyes lit up immediately.

Falcons are no better than human-powered horses, they can soar thousands of miles a day, and their field of vision is far above scouts—but the raptors are rebellious, and domestication takes time and effort. Only Wang Sun Gongqing has this patience. in the army.

Zhang Jingche didn't have such scruples, he specially allocated manpower to tame the falcons, hunting in leisure time and exploring the way in wartime, it was more useful than the map that he carried with him.This time when he went deep into the grassland, he was worried that the road would be difficult, so he specially asked Xu Shen to bring ten falcons, which happened to be useful at this time.

Yang Fan sighed quietly, thinking: I owe this kid a favor, this life will never end.

The released Xinying came back in the evening of the next day. It was a sea dongqing, its spread wings were half a foot long, and the most rare thing was that it was pure white with no trace of variegation.

The people of Beile attach great importance to sea dongqing, thinking that they are the messengers of the longevity heaven. The pure white sea dongqing is especially rare, and the price of one is enough to buy a city.It's just that no one expected that the Silk Road Merchant Kui was so generous that he actually domesticated a priceless pure white sea dongqing.

Yang Fan catches Hai Dongqing who has returned from a long journey. The huge bird of prey seems to be worth mentioning, and he is very close to Dingbianhou.It folded its wings docilely, stopped on Yang Fan's raised right arm, turned its head to look at him for a moment, and then lightly pressed against his face.

Dingbian Hou, a general made of steel and iron, instantly melted his heart.

"Sure enough, the bird follows its person and is as likable as its master," Yang Fan thought with a smile on his face. "It is said that Hai Dongqing has a fierce temperament and is difficult to tame. I really don't know how he was tamed."

Hai Dongqing scratched Dingbianhou's armband with his paws, and Yang Fan noticed that his paws were stained with blood, and there was even a small piece of fur left between the claws.Yang Fan picked up the fur with a dagger, took it close and looked at it carefully, a light flashed in his eyes.

"It's the mane of Beile's war horse," Dingbianhou said affirmatively, "This eagle has tracked the Beile people's lair."

Xu Shen's tense back relaxed, and Liang Yi let out a long sigh of relief.

Hai Dongqing kept scratching on Dingbianhou's arm, and sometimes picked up the hem of his clothes with his sharp beak.Yang Fan was puzzled at first, but soon he realized that he took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, took out the jerky and fed it to Hai Dongqing's mouth.

Hai Dongqing yelled contentedly, and ate voraciously.

Yang Fan caressed Hai Dongqing's neck lovingly, but his tone was chilling: "Everyone rests where they are, and set off overnight in half an hour—this time, I'm going to take the son of a bitch from Bei Le!"

When the Marquis of Dingbian found out where the King's Court of Beile was, and ventured on his way in Yeheifeng High School, the King's Court of Huihe in the Western Regions finally reached an agreement with difficulty. In the name of "volunteering", under the leadership of the Chamber of Commerce, he headed eastward and sneaked into the grassland quietly.

Numerous and complex lines point to the same end point, intentionally or unintentionally, with the help of people with a heart.

Beile people don't know that the crisis is coming to them. In their narrow impression, the great Tumen Khan is fighting for the glory of the grassland, and the cowardly and incompetent Central Plains people will tremble under the fangs of the wolf king. The prosperous and prosperous Qianli Mountains and Rivers will soon become a paradise for Beile people.

From the perspective of the Beile people, the royal court deep in the grassland is safe enough. It is far away from the borders of the two countries.

The Beile Royal Court is not a city like Gaochang, but a camp composed of tents and Lele carts. The closer to the core, the more valuable the identity of the owner, and the more heavily guarded by warriors.On the outskirts are ordinary herdsmen. The young Beile children are chasing and playing with the horses, and the dark and strong Beile woman is watching them with a smile.

At first glance, this scene looks no different from the Central Plains village, everything is so harmonious and peaceful...

Until a sudden hawk chirp broke the calm.

It was a snow-white Costinus, with its outspread wings like clouds gliding across the waves.People in Beile respect Costinus and regard it as the messenger of the Longevity Heaven. The pure white Costinus is especially rare.The Beile children cheered unceasingly, and when Hai Dongqing folded his wings and swept low, he happily chased after him.

The guarding lady Beile looked at her child with a smile. When Hai Dongqing swooped down again, she seemed to notice something and frowned slightly.

"Strange..." Mrs. Beile said to herself, "This sea dongqing...why did I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

A golden tent was erected at the core of the Beile camp, and Beile female slaves filed in and out, holding golden pots and silver pots in their hands.Tumen's wife and his young daughter lived in the tent. The little girl inherited her mother's beauty and was known as a "walking flower" on the grassland. She wore a fiery red pleated skirt and stepped on a deer. The leather boots drove the pony, and the female slaves surrounded her, fearing that the noble Princess Beile would fall off the horse.

"Let her go," said the fur-wrapped woman leaning against the door, indulgently and pamperingly, "Where have the children of the prairie not fallen off their horses? I fell several times when I was young. His legs were all broken, and my father said, beat him more, the child will be strong when he grows up."

The woman is very young. She is Tumen's wife Su Rina, who was born in the Baishui tribe, one of the eight major tribes in Beile.She and Tumen's childhood sweethearts were also famous beauties on the grassland before they got married.In order to marry her, Tumen once broke into the depths of the grassland and hunted and killed a huge and fierce white wolf alone.He stripped off the whole wolf skin intact, and sent it to the Baishui Ministry along with dozens of carts of dowries, and then married their noble princess back.

Su Rina loves her husband very much. Her only regret is that Tumen is too busy. Since they got married, they have been together less and more often.In order to cultivate an heir from an early age, Tumen took Haran, who was still a young son, by his side, and taught him how to fight with soldiers. Su Rina, who stayed behind in the royal court, could only depend on her daughter.

The little girl's name is Turunya, and she is less than four years old this year. She jumped off the horse and trotted into her mother's arms.Su Rina took out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Tulunya squinted her eyes and smelled a quiet fragrance on the handkerchief.

"This handkerchief is so soft," she said, "softer than the skin of a newborn lamb... Mother, what is it made of?"

Su Rina patted her daughter tenderly: "This is a cloth woven by people in the Central Plains. It is made of silk extruded by a kind of worm. They call it 'silk and satin'..."

Tu Lunya tilted her head, her lake-blue eyes stared at the elegant silk handkerchief: "Silk and satin? Did Father Khan go to the Central Plains?"

Su Rina pinched her delicate face: "Yeah... your father went to the Central Plains to fight, and when he comes back, he will bring countless silks and satins, as well as salt, sugar, and brown tea. Tulun Yagao is not happy ?”

Turunya knew what "fighting" was, which meant that her father would return home smelling of blood, and the warriors who followed her father would have the heads of enemies tied around their waists, and the spoils would be divided according to the number of heads.

"Happy," the little girl nodded sensiblely, frowned her beautiful brows, and said in a low voice, "but I want Father Khan not to go to war...I want him to stay with me, and Harlan."

Su Rina sighed faintly, and hugged her daughter even tighter in her arms.

"It's coming soon," she murmured in a low voice, "Your father is the wolf king of the grassland, and behind him are thousands of clansmen. He must fight bravely for them. When the battle is over, he should come back... …At that time, we will be able to leave the grassland and move to that richer land, where there will be no hunger, no cold, and even in the snow and ice, there will be endless food. My Tulunya will wear clothes made of silk and satin, Galloping in the palace of the Central Plains people, your father will never leave us again."

Tu Lunya looked at her mother with half understanding. Although she was sensible, she was too young to understand the meaning of Su Rina's words.There are only four people in her small world—mother, father, and younger brother. As long as she can be with her family and run horses on the prairie every day, she is content.

To the west of Beile Royal Court is a highland, the wild grass has not yet withered in September, and the depth of the grass nest is as high as half a person.Countless soldiers of the Central Plains in strong and sharp clothes crawled among them, and the leader, Dingbian Hou, held up his clairvoyant eyes to see the movements of the royal court.

"The barracks of the Beile people seem to be chaotic and disorderly, but they are actually very organized," Yang Fan said softly. "The center is the noble settlement, surrounded by elite warriors, and outside are ordinary herdsmen. Once we charge, the outer herdsmen will definitely Warning, their warriors will have enough time to respond and guard against foreign enemies."

Suddenly there was a long cry from the sky, and Hai Dongqing folded his wings, and swooped down like an arrow off the string.Yang Fan raised his arm, and caught the raptor who was swaying. The ferocious divine bird nestled in his arms, and the bird's beak lightly rubbed against the shoulder armor.

"What the Marquis wants is the elite heads of Beile, and he is not interested in the old and the weak, women and children," Yang Fan said softly, "I need the Beile people to move."

Xu Shen at the side pondered for a moment: "If Master Hou can be trusted, I am willing to give it a try."

Two hours later, the shadow of the sun gradually slanted to the west, and the fiery red clouds kissed the end of the grassland.The sharp crowing of the eagle tore through the fire, and the sound of galloping horses' hooves alarmed the Beile people.

The strong Mrs. Beile picked up the stick and protected the young child behind her. However, their vigilance was lifted soon, and there was only one galloping fast horse, with a bloody face on the horse's back. The man looks like a shepherd on the prairie.

The children of the prairie have always been enthusiastic and friendly to travelers passing by.Several young men from Beile stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the horse desperately. The man on the horse struggled and fell down. He seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth and coughed up a stream of foam.

"I...I have an urgent report!" The man hissed in authentic Beile language, "Central Plains...the Central Plains people are here! Take me to see Kechidun!"