"Everybody put down their weapons!"

The red-robed man rushed into the camp, his spear raised, and shouted: "All Qiang brothers put down their weapons!" In the Hanwen appointment of the lower Jincheng, Dong Zhuo and Beigong Xiaowang are at the gate of the camp! Put down your weapons! ”

"It's Mr. Han."

"Ahh It's Mr. Han, sir, Ma Yue killed my king, you are a celebrity in Xizhou, you can't just let us go, that's not possible. ”

"Anyway, let's listen to Mr. Han first."

"Yes, the king is behind, just let the king deal with it, I can't run away from him." As soon as Han Yue appeared, the Qiang people seemed to have heard his name and respected him very much, and soon, the Qiang people all laid down their arms, but their hatred for Ma Yue was still strong, and although they were empty-handed, they all wanted to devour his flesh and bones.

After the Qiang people calmed down, Han Yue urged the horse to paced to the front of the horse, first looked at everyone expressionlessly, and said, "Put away the weapons, the matter is over." ”

Then he smiled at Ma Yue and said, "You are San Lang, Lord Thorn Shi often mentions you to me." As he spoke, he gestured to the North Palace Uncle on horseback and said, "This North Palace Uncle..."

Ma Yue reacted at this time, slowly pulled out the dagger in his hand, and nodded: "It's dead." ”

Han Yue tilted his head and nodded, closed his eyes, and sighed after a few breaths before he sighed and said, "Let your people put away their weapons." ”

Ma Yue looked at Han for a long time before nodding and asking everyone to put away their weapons.

Ma Yue had never met Han Yue, but he knew who Han Yue was.

Han Yue, in history, was wanted by the Han court for the later rebellion and changed his name to Han Sui. He has been focusing on rebellion in Xizhou for more than 30 years, and he is a man who has turned rebellion into an art.

This man is directly responsible for the death of his sister-in-law, his family, in another time and space. And now, this man in his thirties, wearing a red robe, a spear, and a horse, is standing in front of him.

Riding alone resolved the life-and-death catastrophe of Ma Yue and more than 40 brothers.

Be in spirits.

"Thank you, Mr. Han."

"Don't thank me, thank yourself if you want to thank yourself." Han Yuman didn't care, and said with some ridicule: "With such a big battle, three hundred cavalry dare to rush to Jincheng and release the wind to ask for the lives of the two leaders, and I can't ignore the responsibility." ”

Ma Yue chuckled and nodded. Han Wenyue was laughing at himself for being too loud and revealing the news.

"It seems that it was this battle that allowed him to receive the news and save his life."

"Hmph." Han Yue snorted lightly, raised his eyebrows at the door of the tribal camp, and said, "You are very wrong, it is the news that Dong Tingshi told me. ”

Dong Zhuo, Beigong Yu, the two of them crossed the horse into the tribe, followed by the horse to play with Li Ru and Niu Fu, and there were many guards.

"Beigong Bo sent Liang Xing to intercept and kill the Ma family's kissing team halfway, and killed Ma Yue's wife, the blame is self-inflicted, the tribe cannot take revenge, and from today onwards, the burning department will be under my hands."

"I have been elected by the Han court as the new king of Qiang, and from today onwards, there will be no Beigong Bo or Beigong Yu. It's just me, the three new Qiang kings in Huangzhong, and the Boyu of the North Palace! ”

Beigong Yu walked all the way to Ma Yue with a blue face, looking at Beigong Bo's corpse, he closed his eyes and shook his head, and when he opened it again, his eyes were red.

"I'll never give you a gift again... Let's go. ”

Ma Yue did not speak.

Before taking office in Beidi, Lao Beigong gave Ma Yue some gifts, and Beigong Yu also gave a few horses, but his father died of the epidemic. This time Beigong Yu sent some gifts to Ma Yue again, and his brother also died, and he became the new King of Qiang.

Pei Ying'er gave Ma Yue a jade pendant, and now she is gone.

Maybe I'm just a scourge.

Ma Yue thought.

Dong Zhuo's fat body was on top of a treasure horse, almost crushing the horse, and his expression was not very happy.

Ma Yue walked over, Dong Zhuo patted him on the shoulder, glanced at the scars on his back, and said to Guan Yu and Yang Feng: "Take San Lang to Jincheng to find a doctor to bandage it, leave Jincheng quickly, and go back to Longxian, there are still a lot of things waiting for you to go back." ”

Guan Yu and Yang Feng nodded in agreement, Ma Yue was also tired, this trip, Dong Zhuo, Beigong Yu, no one was happy.

Since receiving the news of the deaths of Gutar and Pei Yinger, the New Year of revenge has been supporting him, and now that he has taken revenge, he feels very unhappy when he should be happy.

It was as if a thousand pounds of boulder were pressed against his chest, and his anger was not relieved by the killing.

Suddenly, he saw the horse playing, paced to Ma Yue step by step, and gave Ma Yue a big smile.

Ma Yue felt very tired, but his mood suddenly became much brighter, and this was the first eager smiling face he had seen in the past few days.

He said, "Let's go, Brother Monkey, let's go home." ”

"Hey, it's hard for San Lang to let me go home, go ahead, go to Jincheng and find me a carriage, otherwise I won't be able to go back."

As soon as Ma Yu said this, Ma Yue noticed that Ma Yu's white face was a little sickly pale, and hurriedly jumped off the horse and grabbed Ma Yu's arm and asked, "Brother Monkey, what's the matter with you, is the wound broken?" ”

Ma Yu waved his hand to signal Ma Yue not to care, and said with a smile: "What else, it's just an old injury, hey, I have to practice martial arts diligently when I go back and wait for the injury to heal, damn, you guys don't have any, and I'm so injured that I can't even ride a horse now." ”

A few people walked outside the tribe, and looked at the people around them, there were many familiar faces.

Li Dao, Guo Yan, Fan Chou, and Zhang Ji were still in the tribe with Dong Zhuo, Ma Zong, Guan Yu, Yang Fengcheng, Yi Yan Xing, and Zhang Liao and Xu Huang were all fine, but half of the soldiers brought out from the Ma family stayed here.

When he left the camp, Ma Zong pouted and tore off a big flag, wrapped his horse cutting sword and carried it on his shoulder, facing the angry eyes of the Qiang people around him, Ma Zong grinned twice, not caring at all.

On the sword of chopping horses, carry a package.

Liang Xing's head was inside.

"Ma Saburo stays."

Ma Yue turned his head, and Han Yue was driving his horse over, so he stopped and asked, "What advice does Mr. Han have?" ”

Han Yue glanced at everyone with a smile and said, "Don't worry, San Lang please take a step to speak." ”

Guan Yu and Yang Feng on the side immediately frowned, and Ma Zong said directly: "If Han Cheng has something, just say it directly, San Lang has an injury on his body, and it is inconvenient to borrow." ”

Ma Yue lowered his eyelids and glanced at the ground, and many doorways turned out of his head. Because of the knife wound on his back, the entire torso was almost unconscious, and Han Yue had bad intentions...... I'm afraid I can't resist it.

can think about it, although Han Yue will be the leader of the rebellion in the future, but now he has no reason to harm himself at all, not to mention that with the brothers by his side, killing himself Han Yue will also pay for his life, which is not worth it.

Ma Yue didn't know what Han Yue was going to say, but it didn't matter if he took the risk, so he smiled at Ma Zong: "Brother don't be angry, Mr. Han is his own person and will not harm me." Ma Yue smiled at Han Yue, raised his hand and said, "Mr. Han, please." ”

Ma Yue and Han Yue rode side by side, pacing on the grassland, stepping on the snow and talking.

Of course, what cannot be ignored is that Guan Yu and the others, who are only dozens of steps away behind them, are eyeing each other, for fear that Ma Yue will make a mistake.

In the winter of the fourth year of Guanghe, the heavy snow in Liangzhou came later than usual.