After Qiao Yu arranged the ambush points for several teams, he returned to the tribe and found Wu Yu and asked, "How much of the anesthetic I asked you to prepare have you made?"

Since spring, she has been asking everyone in the tribe if anyone has encountered a plant that can cause loss of sensation in the skin if it is cut.

The tribe, young and old, men and women, spent their days wandering the mountains and forests. There were so many different plant species here that when she asked, someone actually claimed to have seen them. However, that person only recognized the plant after it bloomed, and had to wait until summer to find it.

Qiao Yu gave the plant to Wu Yu, asking him to experiment with rabbits to see if he could make an anesthetic from it. He also had a large amount of the plant harvested.

Originally, Qiao Yu thought that a large-scale war was still a long time away, and was worrying about how to preserve the anesthetic, but he didn't expect it to be used so soon.

"Not much, just this small jar." Wu Yu pointed to a small pottery jar.

Qiao Yu took a look and said, "That should be enough."

They just dip the arrow head in it and don't use much.

This is a high concentration of anesthetic.

Wu Yu had been working on the concentration ratio. Qiao Yu's requirement was to coat the arrow with a little medicinal juice. When the arrow struck an animal or person's leg, the animal or person would quickly become numb and temporarily lose the ability to move.

Once the anesthetic effect wears off, the animal or person will regain consciousness, with minimal aftereffects.

They had only tested it on goats. As for humans, they didn't dare test it because they didn't know if it would have any effect on them. A while ago, when the refugees attacked, Qiao Yu shot an arrow down from the city wall to test the drug's effectiveness. When he got down, he found the man had been shot dead by Hei and his men with spears.

Now, she can only test the medicine on people from the Sun Tribe or the God Tribe.

After everything was ready, the people of the Dragon Tribe continued to do their work as planned, setting up only a few sentries in front of the tribe.

The war was imminent, but the people of the Valley Tribe were fine. At least they had experienced a surprise attack from the Stone Tribe, and they had a lot of experience in preparing for war. They were eating and drinking as usual, and there was nothing to worry about. The Stone Tribe also had experience in surprise attacks.

Only the people of the Shanyin tribe had never experienced any of this except for the time they escaped with Ming.

One day, Mu Guan from the Shanyin tribe asked his companions, "Aren't you nervous? I often wake up in the middle of the night, always thinking someone is attacking."

Shanshi said, "Hasn't the tribe arranged sentries? If there's any movement, the guards will know from a distance. They'll knock down the message tree and notify us."

As he spoke, he also shared some experiences, recounting how they used the message tree to warn the Stone Tribe when they launched a surprise attack.

"Yeah. We were all completely confused back then, and had no idea how they knew we were coming for a surprise attack," Menghu laughed. As he spoke, he put his arm around Shanshi's shoulder, acting like a good friend.

Mu Guan looked at these two people who were as close as brothers and felt very strange.

Finding an opportunity to avoid the rocks, Mu Guan asked the tiger: "They killed your leader and captured you. Don't you hate them?"

The tiger gave him a puzzled look. "Shuo hasn't been very kind to us either. We didn't have enough to eat or warm clothes in the Stone Tribe before, and we lived in cold, damp caves. But after arriving in the Dragon Tribe, we have food, clothes, and nice houses like this. The leader is so fair, so what is there to complain about?"

As he spoke, he looked at the other person with suspicion: "Could it be that you now think our Dragon Tribe is not good and miss the Shanyin Tribe? Maybe there are people from the Shanyin Tribe here this time. If you like them, you can go back with them when the time comes."

"No, no, no, don't talk nonsense." Mu Guan waved his hands hurriedly, "I'm just asking out of curiosity. I'm also very satisfied with my current life."

"That's more like it." Menghu patted his shoulder. "It doesn't matter where you go. Isn't it enough to live well here?"

Mu Guan wanted to explain a few more words, but suddenly he heard the sound of a bamboo whistle. He jumped up suddenly and said, "Is it a police whistle?"

Qiao Yu made a few bamboo whistles and distributed them to the guards. When the enemy attacked, they would blow the whistles and run around the tribe to remind everyone to prepare for battle.

"Hurry, form a team." The tiger ran towards the captain's location.

Their team quickly formed up and ran towards the tribe's gate, carefully avoiding traps, and ambushed at the location designated by Qiao Yu.

Team leader Shuze removed the warning items next to the trap and used branches to wipe away their footprints, then went to the place where the tigers were ambushing.

Other teams also arrived quickly.

Mu Guan crouched behind a clump of vines. These vines entwined a few trees, forming a weaving barrier. Though their leaves had dried up due to the winter, they still clung to the trees. Snow blanketed them, completely obscuring their figures. However, through the gaps, Mu Guan could still see the scene on the road. He could shoot arrows from the gaps, without exposing himself, greatly ensuring their safety.

Even so, Mu Guan's heart was still pounding.

He glanced at the rocks and tiger beside him, and saw that although their expressions were serious, they seemed relatively calm. He tried his best to calm himself down.

They belonged to the first team, and their ambush location was the farthest from the tribe, where they could see the enemy first.

From the first outpost to the second, and then to the third on the tribal wall, there was a long distance between the three outposts. Everyone reacted quickly after receiving the news. Mu Guan squatted there until his legs felt numb and his nervous heart calmed down, and then he heard footsteps.

"Is it here?"

"Yes, it's here."

A man with a limp came into Mu Guan's sight.

Bo turned back and said flatteringly to Beifeng, who was wearing a bearskin: "If we walk a little further, we will see the gate of their tribe."

At this time, a man walked up to Beifeng and asked him, "Do you want to stop first and send someone to check the situation?"

When Mu Guan heard this, his heart began to lift.

If they sent someone to explore the way, the trap would be set in vain.

But thinking about the medicine that Yu had coated on their arrows, which was said to make people feel numb and fall to the ground when shot into the body, unable to move temporarily, Mu Guan's heart returned to his stomach.

Then Beifeng asked Bo: "What do you think?"

"This place is quite far away from the tribe. Of course, to be on the safe side, you can also send someone to take a look first from Beifeng." Lame said.

Beifeng looked back.

This time, he brought out all the men of the God Tribe, a total of 337 people.

"Leng, take your men and walk in front," he ordered.

A man agreed and came forward with a dozen of his men.