"Hmm..."

Xue Three lay on the ground, brought his nose close to the grass, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.

Beside Xue Three, A Ming silently opened his wine sac again, drank the last mouthful of blood inside, and asked:

"The scent of nature?"

"No, it's the smell of sheep dung."

"You've got quite the appetite."

Xue Three shook his head and said, "Do you know what else I smelled?"

"Didn't you just say?"

"Not just that, I also smelled that the sheep here are very robust and healthy."

"That's quite the skill. I admire it."

"Absolutely."

"In the future, if my lord's son falls ill, you can help by eating... something to show your loyalty."

"Why would I eat my lord's son's... things?"

"Unless you want to eat... " A Ming frowned slightly and said, "Let's end this topic. It's too disgusting, makes me feel a bit nauseous."

"You're interesting too. Why did you insist on coming out with me instead of staying in the city? The workshop isn't set up yet, production hasn't started, and instead of sleeping your big sleep in the ice cellar, you ran out. What's the reason?"

"Fun," A Ming said.

"Itchy fingers? Oh no, itchy teeth?"

"Partly it's that. Back on the battlefield, I had to stand by my lord's side to shield him from arrows."

"Like a toolman."

"Yeah, so I couldn't relax or have fun. My lord also had bad luck, always getting shot by stray arrows on the battlefield."

"Understandable. What's the other reason?"

"The other reason is through my filtration and comparison, I found a blood type that's palatable even if it's not strong, and that's ***'s blood."

"Whose blood?"

"***'s blood."

"I'm saying, why are you speaking censored even when we're face to face?"

"Just a habit." A Ming pointed to his angled top head and said, "Back in comics, when we spoke, wasn't there supposed to be a round dialogue bubble here?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Don't certain unspeakable words automatically become censored? Like if you take 'the' from a horse's eyes away, it becomes **."

"So whose blood is it?"

"Meaning I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Afraid you'd snitch."

"So realistic?"

"Yeah, everyone knows you're boiling with anger inside, afraid you'll drag me down."

"I'm feeling aggrieved."

"Aren't you?"

A Ming chuckled, reattached his empty wine sac to his waist, and ahead of him and Xue Three was a tribe.

The tribe occupied a large area, with many livestock, but seemingly few people.

This was the western part of the deep pool, originally the territory of the Anyang Tribe, but the Anyang Tribe had already been annexed by the Naman Tribe. According to snowfield tradition, the people of the Anyang Tribe would become the lowest layer of slaves for the Naman Tribe, moving back to Naman Tribe, and then the Naman Tribe would send their own people to take over the pastures originally belonging to the Anyang Tribe.

This is a form of digestion and division, and it is the most common tribe development pattern on the snowfields.

But the new splinter tribe is now undoubtedly very small and will need some time to develop and recover.

"Remember the first time we went on a long journey with my lord, it was a similar situation, only then it was my lord and me in the camp, now it's outside."

Before, we were the ones being ambushed, now we're going to ambush others.

"Have you got the situation figured out?" A Ming asked.

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"Oh."

"Did you really think I could sniff out the enemy's military layout from the sheep dung?"

"Can't you?"

Xue Three widened his nostrils and looked at A Ming,

"Are you serious?"

"I think you can further develop in this direction."

"Heh, our skill points are already allocated well, just that they are grayed out now, you can't fool me into changing the skill tree."

"Recovering step by step is actually quite boring, doing it again, why not try something new?"

"Hiss..."

"What's wrong?"

"I suddenly feel like your awareness is so high."

"Thank you."

Xue Three stood up, shook his three legs a few times, doing warm-up exercises.

"This tribe's camp was breached by the Naman Tribe earlier, still hasn't been repaired, there are holes everywhere, see that spot up front?

There're two towers, let's call them towers for now, and over there, there's a patrol horse team at night, you pick a side."

"Horse team it is."

"Alright, I'll take care of the towers, let's set a time in our hearts, one hour?"

"Sure."

"Silently."

"Do you need to teach me?"

"Heh heh heh." Xue Three chuckled, clapped his hands, then, behind the two of them, nearly a hundred dark figures appeared, "Follow up two hours later, Dai Li, inform the troops at the back to charge the camp on time after three hours."

"Yes, sir."

Dai Li started running back to deliver the message, while the others slowly disappeared again into the surrounding darkness.

A Ming said:

"The name Dai Li is really quite unique, did you choose it?"

"His parents named him, I just kept it, for good luck."

"Where did you see good luck in it?"

"In this era, it's not like I can take a flight."

"True that."

"Alright, let's go, I'm really pent up too, you wouldn't believe it, the other day I castrated a subordinate who had sticky fingers to feed the dogs. Only by smelling that blood could I sleep a little better."