In spring, Lake Harry is not clear. The melting of ice and snow brings abundant water, making the lake water as green as green grass. The dead grass in winter and leaves blowing from the distant mountains floating on the lake.

On a grassland about two hundred steps away from the west bank of Lake Harry, the Western Turks laid down more than a hundred tents, and more than a thousand Western Turkic cavalry were busy packing their belongings. They had just set up their camp last night, and the inside and outside of the camp were in a mess.

At this time, on the lake not far from the camp, a reed tube and a pile of dead grass were moving up the water and slowly approaching the camp. Several Turkic soldiers who were fetching water by the lake did not notice the obvious artificial traces of leaves on the water.

The Turkic soldiers walked away with a can of water and laughed. At this time, a pair of small eyes flashed with brilliance appeared under the pile of dead grass. The small eyes blinked, carefully observing the horses tied outside the tent and the busy Turkic soldiers.

He is a fat fish who is proficient in water. His father is a boat doctor on Luoshui. He travels on the rivers in various parts of the Central Plains all year round. It is the years of life on the boat that makes the fat fish have an extraordinary watery nature since childhood.

He crossed Lake Harry to investigate the information of the Western Turks. After counting the number of people, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, 'His grandma's number is three times more than theirs, and they are all good wool tents. There are also several people roasting the whole sheep outside the tent, and they are treated better than them.'

At this time, Fat Yu saw Shi Shu Hu Xi leaving the Turkic camp. A Turkic nobleman handed over the full-filled skin to Shi Shu Hu Xi. Shi Shu Hu Xi refused repeatedly and finally accepted it.

Fat Fish thought to himself, 'Is this guy taking bribes? It looks a bit like that.'

At this moment, the fat fish's little eyes suddenly widened, and a look of fear appeared in its eyes. A green little water snake swam past his eyes openly. The water snake suddenly turned around and spitted a red letter and swam towards his mouth. The fat fish, who had been afraid of snakes, was so scared that their hearts were about to break. "Gudu!" swallowed a mouthful of lake water, turned around and fled in panic.

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Yang Yuanqing returned to his tent, and Fat Fish happened to come back. He had changed into dry clothes and reported his discoveries to Yang Yuanqing.

"They have about a thousand people, all tall and very brave. They are all wearing armor, and their bows and arrows are the same as our Sui army. There are about a hundred tents in the camp."

I found important clues from the details. Only the Khan's guards of the Turks had armor, which means that Datou was likely to have arrived. Yang Yuanqing asked again: "Is there a wandering sentry nearby?"

"Yes, they are all fixed sentries, with about four people in each direction, about one mile away from the camp."

Yang Yuanqing took out a map paper for scouts, used a charcoal pen to outline the paper, and outlined the positions of the Western Turks and the traveling sentry.

"How did they camp? Is there any regularity?"

"It seems to be a plum blossom camp!" Fat fish scratched his head, he was not sure about this.

The main tent of the plum blossom camp is in the middle, and the other tents are distributed around like petals. However, Yang Yuanqing stopped the charcoal pen, raised his eyes, and stared at the fat fish with a sharp look, "It seems? Can you be sure?"

The fat fish grinned, and the little green snake interrupted his observation, he did not notice the other party's camping shape.

"It should be!" he said with a sad face.

Yang Yuanqing glanced at him and shook his head. He had always been strict with his subordinates and did not like this ambiguous information.

Fatty Yu felt ashamed and said to Yang Yuanqing again: "Otherwise, my subordinates will go there again."

Yang Yuanqing did not answer him. He quickly outlined the location of the tent and asked again: "What is the interval between the tents?"

"This subordinate has seen it clearly. The distance is very dense, and there is only about one foot between the camps."

Yang Yuanqing nodded. Whether it is the plum blossom tent is actually not important, what is important is the spacing.

"What information is there?"

"besides....."

The fat fish scratched her head and suddenly remembered something again: "I also saw that Shi Shuhu Huxi in the Western Turkic camp, as if he had received the honorary gift from the Western Turkic."

Yang Yuanqing nodded, the information was almost done. At this time, the voices of Yuchi Wan and Conbass came from outside the tent, "General, we are back!"

"Come in!"

Yuchi Wan and Conbas walked in with a curtain lifted the curtain. Conbas looked happy and could see that his porcelain bottle was sold at a good price and were satisfied.

Seeing that the fat fish had a embarrassed look, Yuchi Wan sat down, touched him with her arm, teased him and said with a smile: "Why, did you meet a snake in the water or a scorpion in the grass? It's so embarrassing!"

"Nonsense! When did I get scared of snakes? I just didn't notice the Western Turks camping."

Combas took out a small bottle and handed it to Yang Yuanqing, "General, I'll give it to you!"

"What's this?"

"This is a strong poison. Our hometown is called Papamu. It is extracted from a red snake in the Khwarezm desert. It only takes a little bit and immediately blocked with blood. It is said to be the most toxic medicine in the world."

When the fat fish heard that it was a snake venom, her face changed so much that she immediately moved two steps to the side. Yang Yuanqing took the bottle and asked curiously: "Where did you get it?"

"What I bought from the Sogdian woman in Shiguo is Shi Shuhuxi's wife, who just brought it from Sogdian."

Yang Yuanqing's heart moved. Could it be used to deal with Princess Yicheng?

"General, there is one more thing."

Combas said worriedly: "That woman in Shiguo asked me to leave you immediately, saying that I have to worry about my life with you. Judging from her words, it seems that the Western Turks have offered some conditions to ask for your head."

Yang Yuanqing walked slowly in the tent with his hands behind his back. Judging from various signs, the Western Turks were likely to be taking action tonight and could not drag it down any longer.

"Yuchi!"

Thinking of this, Yang Yuanqing said to Yuchi Wan: "You bring fifty brothers to protect the princess. The Western Turks may kill the princess tonight, so you should not be careless."

"General, I'll go too!" Fat Fish was worried about Yuchi's safety.

Yang Yuanqing shook his head, "You don't have to go, I have more important tasks to hand over to you tonight."

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Su Lie has been silent since the incident of the yellow sheep three days ago. He rarely speaks, just like a shadow attached to the army. He has been arrogant since he was a child. Since he was ten years old, he has traveled all over the world with one bow and one sword, and has never met an opponent. Unexpectedly, he met Yang Yuanqing in the frontier. Yang Yuanqing is only one year older than him, but Su Lie feels that there is a difference between them by 10,800 miles. The kind of demeanor he trained on the battlefield, the prestige among soldiers and grassland people, and his powerful martial arts are far superior to him. This makes Su Lie feel lost and he feels his insignificance.

From noon, he sat by the river, staring blankly at the river water, and was stunned. More than a dozen soldiers were competing martial arts and practicing swords not far behind him, and he turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

"Why are you always so worried these days?" Yang Yuanqing sat down next to him with a smile.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little homesick." Su Lie smiled bitterly.

"Have you...been married?"

Yang Yuanqing smiled and asked, "In the Great Sui Dynasty, it is normal for a woman to get married at the age of 13 or 14 or 15 to get married."

Su Lie shook his head, "I haven't started a family, and I don't want to start a family."

Yang Yuanqing understood his ambitions, patted Su Lie on the shoulder and smiled, "Now there is a chance to fight on the battlefield, do you want it?"

Su Lie's eyes lit up and he turned around and looked at Yang Yuanqing, "You are not lying to me, are you?"

"What am I lie to you for?"

Yang Yuanqing said lightly: "If you want, go back and prepare now, it will be tonight."

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About two miles south of the Turkic camp, there is a flat grassland. Unlike other grasslands, there are hundreds of grass targets and hundreds of wooden stakes standing on this grassland. This is the martial arts training ground of the Tuli tribe. Every morning, more than a thousand young Turkic warriors gallop here, practicing swordsmanship and riding, but in the afternoon, it is usually very quiet.

It was dusk, and there were sounds of horse hooves running in the martial arts training ground, which had always been quiet. From time to time, people were shouting loudly. In the martial arts training ground, the warrior Wutu held a long sword in his forehand and chopped wooden stakes like crazy in the martial arts training ground. His heart was filled with shame and grief.

Xue Qiluo is coming to take away his lover, but he does not have the courage to fight. No! It’s not that he doesn’t have the courage, but her tears. Her tears have wiped out the burning flames in his heart. He hates his cowardice and incompetence. The man’s self-esteem makes his inner depression uncontrollable and has nowhere to vent.

"And you, you are laughing at me too!"

Wu Tu pointed at hundreds of straw men and cursed. He took down the bow and arrow, and shot the bow at the farthest grass man. Before the arrow had arrived, another arrow shot from the side like lightning. The arrow was powerful. With a sound of "Dang!", his arrow was intercepted and shot away.

Wu Tu was shocked and turned his head to look at him. A few dozen steps away, the leader of the Sui army's escort Yang Yuanqing was looking at him coldly.
To be continued...