The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

The day before Qi Yuanshuo went to the Northern Barbarians, an eagle suddenly flew over the camp.

The eagle always hovers a hundred meters in the sky and refuses to leave.

A soldier looked up at the eagle and said, "The northern barbarians like to raise eagles. Could this flat-haired beast be a spy for the northern barbarians?"

"It's possible, but it could also be from our Great Xia Kingdom."

"Who cares where the eagle comes from? If we shoot it, we'll get a good piece of meat. Go get the bow and arrow!" another soldier in centurion uniform said in a rough voice.

Immediately some soldiers ran to get bows and arrows.

The centurion gave the bow and arrows to the archer and ordered him to shoot the eagle.

The sharpshooter held a bow and arrow with a look of disdain on his face: "It's just a flat-haired beast. I'll shoot it into the oil pan with one arrow!"

All the soldiers craned their necks to look up at the sky, waiting for the eagle to be shot and fall.

The archer drew his bow with confidence, and the sharp arrow flew out into the air, aiming directly at the eagle.

The eagle spread its wings and hung in the air, as if motionless. Just when everyone thought it was doomed, it slightly turned its body, and the sharp arrow passed by it and missed.

Some soldiers burst into laughter. "The marksman's skills are not up to par!"

"It seems that one arrow cannot get into the oil pan, so I have to shoot another one!"

The sharpshooter had an ugly look on his face. He spat on the ground, re-routed the arrow and pulled the bow, but missed again.

The soldiers burst into laughter.

The eagle was very cunning. After the sharp arrow was shot, it did not move at all until the arrow was two or three meters away from it, and then it narrowly dodged it.

To the sharpshooter, that arrogant look, as steady as an old dog, was a naked provocation to him.

How could the sharpshooter endure this?

He cursed, aimed at the eagle again and shot.

In the end, the archer shot more than a dozen arrows, but failed to hurt the eagle at all.

The soldiers' eyes changed when they looked at the sharpshooter.

The sharpshooter was furious and cursed, "Damn it! This flat-haired beast has become a spirit! Don't look at me like that. If you don't believe me, try it yourself!"

After saying that, he handed the bow and arrow to other soldiers.

Some soldiers wanted very much to prove themselves in front of the centurion and even wanted to embarrass the sharpshooter, but in the end, they still missed a single shot out of more than ten arrows.

The soldiers then believed that the flat-haired beast had really become a spirit.

The centurion didn't want to waste any more arrows, so he stopped the soldiers, cursed them as a bunch of useless people, and let everyone disperse.

When Qi Yuanshuo saw the eagle, he recognized it as a white-tailed eagle at first glance.

Whitetail also saw him and chirped at him three times.

Baiwei came to accompany Qi Yuanshuo to Beiman.

Gu Qinghuai was worried about Qi Yuanshuo going to Beiman alone, so he sent Baiwei to accompany him.

With Baiwei, Qi Yuanshuo has a greater chance of winning.

Qi Yuanshuo grinned happily.

Yu Zhou saw him grinning foolishly at the eagle, looking confused.

The boss is acting weird, as if he's possessed by a ghost!

At the end of November, the northern wilderness was freezing cold.

A young man with brisk steps carrying a fur bag walked slowly across the endless grassland.

The young man was wearing fur clothing unique to the northern barbarians. His thick black hair was braided into several braids from his forehead to the back, hanging behind his shoulders.

The handsome face looks even more wild and unruly because of this outfit.

Those gloomy phoenix eyes were alertly watching the movements ahead, like a ferocious beast waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

There was no one around, only dry weeds half a person's height, swaying gently in the north wind, making a rustling sound.

A horned eagle was hovering above the boy's head. Sometimes it swooped down on the ground, grabbed a vole or rabbit and feasted on it; sometimes it flew to a height of a thousand meters to patrol the surrounding areas.

The young man paused, took out his water bag, and gulped down half of it.

The young man was Qi Yuanshuo, and he had been in Northern Barbarians for three or four days.

Suddenly, Baiwei swooped down, hovered in front of Qi Yuanshuo, pointed forward with his right paw, and called out twice briefly.

Qi Yuanshuo's face changed and he immediately hid in a depression nearby. Baiwei flew high into the sky again, looking ahead vigilantly.

Half a cup of tea later, the ground shook slightly and a group of cattle and sheep ran over.

Behind the herd of cattle and sheep followed three herdsmen holding whips, an old man and two young men, who all looked like ordinary herdsmen.

Qi Yuanshuo breathed a sigh of relief, simply stood up and walked towards them.

When the three herdsmen saw him, they were stunned for a moment, then greeted him in the northern barbarian language, which meant: Brother, where are you going?

Ever since Gu Qinghuai decided to raise a thousand cavalrymen, Qi Yuanshuo had the idea of ​​entering the Northern Barbarians to search for the treasure horse.

In order to better pretend to be a northern barbarian, he learned the northern barbarian language for more than two months.

He has had a photographic memory since he was a child and learns things very quickly. He is not nervous when meeting ordinary herdsmen.

He bowed to the three herdsmen and replied in northern barbarian language: "I came to look for my relatives, but I lost my way."

"What's your relative's name and in which direction is he?" asked one of the young herdsmen.

Qi Yuanshuo tried his best to put on a friendly smile: "He is my distant relative named Darmu. I met him when I was very young. It seems that there are herdsmen who raise horses near his home."

"Are you raising horses? Then go west!" said the young herdsman, pointing to the west.

Qi Yuanshuo thanked him and walked west.

The three herdsmen looked at Qi Yuanshuo's back and chatted with him with a smile.

The general idea is that this young man is strong and handsome. If he can stay and have children with the girls in their tribe, he will definitely have a lot of children, and the tribe will definitely become stronger.

Qi Yuanshuo walked west for two days and actually encountered a small tribe.

Qi Yuanshuo lay in the grass not far away, carefully spying on this small tribe.

This tribe was very strange. There were five or six shabby felt tents close to each other, and about ten meters away from them, there was a tent that looked better.

The shabby felt tent was filled with women and children, all of whom had dark complexions and were extremely thin.

The women didn't look very young, but the children were very small. The oldest was only eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was less than one year old and was still crawling on the ground.

Their clothes were thin and worn, and their hair was dirty and tangled, like a pile of licorice on top of their heads. It seemed that they had not taken a bath for a long time.

The better tent was occupied by several men, all of whom were armed. They did nothing but were served food and drink by the women and children.

Whenever the men were unhappy, they would whip the women and children with their whips without mercy.

Next to the felt tent, there is a fenced horse stable where hundreds of horses are kept, mostly ponies.

The women were all taking care of the horses, chopping licorice into small pieces and putting it in the trough, cleaning the stables, and giving the horses water.

Two burly men came out of the better tent, one was short and strong, the other had a long face and a hooked nose.

They walked to the shabby tent, and after glancing at the women, the short and strong man dragged a slightly younger woman to the grass on the side of the tent.