Warfare in the Northern Plains

In the grasslands in the North, Yan Liuyuan was sitting at the campfire in his tent with a calm expression. The flickering glow of the flames illuminated his face red.

Next to him, the tribal chief, Hassan, placed some lamb meat into the metal pot hanging over the firepit. The lamb meat was already cooked, so he was just reheating it in the pot.

He said respectfully to Yan Liuyuan, "Master, the people from that large tribe who want to go to the Central Plains to plunder for food are doing so to establish their dominance. The khan will definitely not let it rest after you summoned that eagle from the sky to blind his envoy."

Yan Liuyuan laughed. "Hassan, you don't have to worry about that. I'm just worried that he won't dare to come."

"I understand." Hassan did not say anything more. After a while, he fished out the mutton from the pot and took out his small knife to cut it into slices.