in the edge

Chapter 42 Hexi Qing

It's night, deep in the grassland, in the Qingyang Department.

Outside a large plain tent, a young man was sharpening his saber by 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 it was such a monkey squatting on the ground that made the strong man who was nine feet tall obedient and did not dare to go forward.

"Come here, Muirshu."

As if he noticed the restraint of the strong man behind him, the young man simply stopped what he was doing and turned around.

"It's almost ten years with you and me, right? There's no need to be so cautious."

"It's 11 years, brother."

Obviously the young man just looked over calmly, but this strong man named Mu Ershu lowered his head deeply, not daring to meet him even a glance.

Even less dared to look at the blade reflecting the moonlight.

The warriors of the Mobei Grassland would always look for wizards whenever they needed to sharpen their weapons. Although these wizards would often say some crazy strange things, only these crazy wizards could use their weapons on their blades for killing. The stained blood is washed away.

Only the man in front of him 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, Mu Ershu chose to follow this man, just like a stray wolf finally found its own wolf, like a goshawk that will eventually soar in the sky.

But now, the 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 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 to sharpen his knife.

Looking at the indifferent man in front of him, Mu Ershu couldn't help clenching 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 leader wolf, the goshawk will only hover above the sky, when the leader wolf starts to become weak, and when the sky loses its vastness, who will continue to stay in the team?Who would continue to follow this man named He Xiqing?
Some warriors have been secretly discussing that this bastard born from Mobei people and Nanren people is not worthy of a high position at all, saying that Mobei's stupidity and southern people's cowardice flow in his blood.

Mu Ershu naturally didn't believe that set of rhetoric, but at this moment, seeing He Xiqing's indifferent appearance, 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 Mu Ershu's confusion, the man named He Xiqing spoke softly while sharpening his knife.

"This kind of thing is very easy, very easy. After all, we have done this kind of thing too many times to collect troops and horses and then fight out... So do you know what will happen after this?"

"……after this?"

Mu Ershu was taken aback by the question.

He was full of revenge, never thought about what would happen after that.

"If you can't think of it, then 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. Graveyard for all of us."

"This……"

Mu Ershu's eyes widened, unable to speak.

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 they fight directly, what will greet them is likely to be a fatal ending.

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

Clenching his fists tightly, the nine-foot-tall Mu Ershu had tears in his eyes, stamped his feet and beat his chest.

"Brother, it's true that Ah Xuan is your younger brother, but he is also our brother. We ate in the same pot, slept in the same big tent, and went to the battlefield together to kill people together. He even blocked an arrow for me...Brother , tell me, what are you waiting for! Why don't you let us avenge Ah Xuan!"

"I also know that Ah Xuan is my real brother."

While saying this, He Xiqing put the sharpened knife in his hand and tried the edge with his thumb.

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

A bright red remains.

"That's my biological brother, the biological brother I brought out from 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 need to wait, and wait."

"Brother, what are you waiting for?"

Seeing that Hexi Qing was as mad with hatred as they were, but still insisted on waiting, Mu Ershu couldn't help clenching his teeth.

"What the hell are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the wind to blow."

After wiping off the blood on her fingertips, He Xiqing continued to sharpen her knife.

"Now is not the time..."

"Big brother! Big brother!"

At this moment, a prairie warrior galloped into the camp, shouting loudly.

"The order from the royal court of Mobei has arrived! Our Qingyang Department is preparing for battle, and we will be ready to go out in three days!"

"Varied……"

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

"The wind from Mobei has finally blown over."

Sheathing the saber back, He Xiqing waved at the prairie warrior who was galloping on horseback.

"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."

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