"Where is everyone?"

A burly, shirtless man, holding a curved knife, circled around a few times, scanning his surroundings with his eyes.

"Barutu, if you pee there, when Tash smells the stench tomorrow morning, he'll hang you up and beat you."

Haha~

"Barutu, you didn't see any gray squirrels or hares again, did you?"

"Hahahaha, Balutu, even the gray rats can dig burrows now, and you still haven't managed to bring Agula into your tent?"

Barutu was wondering about the figure that had just disappeared when he heard his companions behind him making no attempt to hide their mockery.

Although he was somewhat dull, he wasn't stupid. He was unfazed by the unrestrained ridicule and malicious slander from others towards the woman who would smile at him with a bright and cheerful smile, like a flower.

A surge of anger welled up inside him, and his mind was completely consumed by rage. He forgot all about spotting the figure.

He clenched his fists, turned around, and charged at his companions behind him.

Two hands are no match for four fists, not to mention there are nine of his patrolling companions.

Soon, Barutu was knocked to the ground, and the nine men walked away amidst laughter and noise, continuing their patrol around the large food storage tent.

After the nine men walked away, Barutu, who had been knocked to the ground, angrily pounded the grass.

His gaze was fixed on a certain spot, and all he could hear was the faint sound of the wind rustling through the grass.

No other sounds or noises came from that place.

......

Upon hearing the Tartars' voices, Lu Qiqi swiftly brought Song Yanqing into the space.

They could hear everything that was happening outside the space clearly.

Lu Qiqi couldn't understand a single word of the Tartar language, so Song Yanqing acted as her translator.

Once the noise outside subsided, the two, just in case there were still Tatars outside, feared that their whereabouts might be exposed and attract a Tatar attack.

Therefore, it stayed in the space for a while before leaving.

The moment Lu Qiqi stepped out of the space, she looked around to make sure there was no danger. After confirming that there were no patrolling Tatars, she saw that she was standing about thirty meters away from the main camp.

She stepped forward and leaned closer to Song Yanqing, saying, "It's the middle of the night, and the Tartars are still patrolling outside their camp. This must be the place we're looking for."

When it comes to military campaigns, the most important thing is the storage of provisions.

If supplies are damaged, even the fiercest and most invincible warhorses will be hampered by the lack of food at the rear.

After all, no one can charge into battle on an empty stomach.

The Great Jin Dynasty had extremely strict regulations on the inspection of grain storage, and the Tatars were no exception.

Thirty meters is a distance that is not easy to cover without being detected by the Tatars by crossing an open area.

Fortunately, Song Yanqing was skilled in light-body techniques, and the distance of thirty meters was as light and silent as a dragonfly skimming the water for him.

On the other hand, for Lu Qiqi, although she lacked the skills of light-body kung fu, it was still a considerable challenge.

However, she had practiced parkour in her previous life, so her steps were exceptionally light and she could quickly traverse open spaces.

The two stopped in front of a large tent. Song Yanqing held a handy short dagger in his hand. After exchanging a glance with Lu Qiqi in the darkness, they nodded to each other and quickly lifted the tent flaps from the left and right.

The huge tent was pitch black, but under the bright moonlight that shone into it, one could vaguely see the sacks piled up like small mountains inside.

How could the Tatars possibly have so many sacks?

The sacks used by the Jin Dynasty army for marching and fighting were mostly woven from straw; to put it bluntly, they were just straw bags.

The Tatars, who live in the grassland tribes, make a living by herding and living near water. Apart from cattle, sheep and horses, there is very little hemp on the grasslands used for making burlap sacks.

Not to mention that such a large number of burlap sacks would only be possible if burlap were grown.

Judging from this, the grain must have come from somewhere else.

As Lu Qiqi was analyzing what she saw in her mind, she and Song Yanqing tacitly lowered the curtain and stepped towards the mountain of sacks.

In the darkness.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed before their eyes.

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through the air instantly reached their eardrums.

Sensing danger, Song Yanqing quickly shielded Lu Qiqi behind him and then used his short dagger to parry the attack of the sharp blade, producing a clanging sound of sharp weapons clashing.

Five or six burly men suddenly sprang out from the mountain of sacks.

Lu Qiqi's eyes lit up, and just as five or six burly men, each wielding a curved knife, launched a simultaneous attack on them, she suddenly scattered a handful of white powder in the air.

The powder entered the Tartars' lungs through the air, instantly activating its effects. One by one, they collapsed to the ground like limp shrimp, some lying on their backs, some sprawled out, and some twisting and falling into the center of the burlap sack.

Looking at Lu Qiqi's masterpiece, Song Yanqing couldn't help but smile proudly. His little girl was really amazing; she could take down several big men in no time.

The noise from the food storage tents was negligible in such a large space.

The Tatars patrolling outside the camp naturally couldn't detect the commotion.

When Lu Qiqi administered the sleeping potion, she paid close attention to the dosage. Firstly, it could quickly knock out the Tartars, and secondly, there was no need to worry about the food knocking out our soldiers when they ate it.

Lu Qiqi clapped her hands, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining powder from her palms.

Song Yanqing squatted down and reached into the several open burlap sacks.

The feel of the sack quickly told him what kind of grain it contained.

Wheat, rice, and millet.

These things are not food for the chieftains of the grassland tribes. In the seven or eight large tents, the stored grains are enormous quantities.

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