There are many colors in this world, and some people may think that some colors are superfluous, but in fact, every color is not superfluous, and they should all have their meaning.

The desolate ancient road is full of simple colors, this quaint color is very special, and it can easily touch the sadness hidden in everyone's heart under the oblique light of the sunset. There were too many scenes of life and death parting on the desolate ancient road, and even a few crows that had just slipped through the air dropped a few touching screams under the background of this quaint color before slowly flying away.

"Great Prince, you are really amazing this time! I won't pat you on the back with the words of a great victory like a god, just judging from the captives captured in this raid, the emperor will definitely reward us heavily after returning to Kyoto. On the desolate ancient road, a neatly groomed army marched, and a young man with a good appearance walked a little in front of the line, and a young man with a fairly good appearance said with a hippie smile to a man dressed as a royal family next to him.

"I knew that you would be able to say such words of praise to the eldest prince, but what I didn't expect was that you could hold back for so long and not say it until now, so it is really difficult for you to hold back and speak until now." In front of the horses of these two people, an old man dressed in Taoist robes and not wearing any armor and weapons turned back to the two people with a smile and said.

"Alas! I said Xue Laodao, are you because our eldest prince robbed you of your job as a military advisor this time? Are you very unconvinced in your heart at the moment? Or do you secretly admire our eldest prince from the bottom of my heart? You must know that we not only skillfully avoided the main force of the Xiongnu this time, but also gave them a big detour to exploit a loophole for them, and gave them a trick to smash Huanglong and take their Longting Nest at once, I think if it weren't for their Da Shan Yu and his main force together this time, I'm afraid that now there will be no only their princess and Da Dan Yu's uncle in this group of captives behind us! "The person who spoke was a major general, and I thought that he would speak so casually to the military advisers of the army, and his identity would definitely not be too ordinary.

Marching in the middle of the army were a group of captives, all but a few elderly men, women and children. This group of almost fifty captives is actually very interesting when you look closely, because you don't have to look closely and immediately notice that there are two things that feel very strange.

A splendid carriage and a woman carrying a guqin.

The horses that pulled the cart were good horses, and they looked better than the horses of the generals of the army. The gorgeous carriage sat the princess of the Huns, and being a prisoner, whether it was a princess or a king, would be humiliated according to common sense, but the prince of the army of the supervising army uncharacteristically let the princess of the enemy country continue to sit in her own carriage, such treatment makes people feel unbelievable when you think about it, because this situation is not like escorting a captive but more like escorting the princess's trip.

The reason why the woman carrying the guqin makes people feel strange is not because she is still carrying the guqin at this time, but because her outfit is too sloppy, and her unkempt appearance will not be detailed, just from the smell of the body that makes people be able to smell it from a long distance. Although her outfit is the outfit of the maid next to the princess, how could she leave such a sloppy maid in such a stinking costume to serve by her side? The soldiers of the army were respectful of the woman who carried the harp, but the marching captives did not dislike her, and firmly encircled her in the middle of the captive crowd, as if they were afraid that she would be hurt a little.

What could be the reason for this?

"Xian'er, you don't give me pride in the back, this place is still far from our territory, our Jingshi, there will be danger all the time, you quickly give me some restraint, don't forget that at this time we should still be cautious and consider it the best policy." An old man in the front of the army, dressed as a commander, rode around and said with a serious face to the young man who had just spoken. After he said these words, he suddenly changed his tone, bowed down on his horse, and then said, "By the way, the eldest prince, I don't know if the scout horse we sent to the front has returned?" ”

The person who spoke was Ouyang Tian, the commander of this army, and the young man who was respected by everyone as the Great Prince was actually a supervisor in the army.

"Returning to the commander, although the scouts sent to the front have not yet returned, the left and right rear three scouts I sent have all returned, and the result of the investigation is that none of the enemy's military horses have been found." The eldest prince gave a military salute on his horse with a very solemn expression, and replied in a sonorous tone. His name is Murong Shang, the eldest prince of the Great Wei State in the Central Plains, although he is the great prince of the Great Wei Kingdom, but this expedition is extremely respectful to the veteran commander Ouyang Tian.

"Ao, the eldest prince can think of sending other three scouts to investigate, it's really thoughtful! There are advances and retreats, which is really the talent of the general, and the talent that can be created! The old man next to the coach, known as Xue Lao Dao, turned around on horseback and rode upside down, with a smile on his face, and he praised Murong Shang loudly with a thumbs up with his right hand.

"When have you been so solemn and polite, and so polite, Dad, I have also contributed a lot to the fact that the eldest prince was able to capture the princess of the enemy country this time, do you see if the emperor will give me a two-level promotion after the class teacher returns to the court?" The young man next to the eldest prince Murong Shang is named Ouyang Xian, and he is the third son of the coach Ouyang Tian.

"You only think about getting promoted and getting rich all day long, when will you be able to make a little difference, you look at your current income, you can have such achievements today is not because of the light behind the big prince, if you rely on your own ability, I really can't imagine how many times you will die on the battlefield."

"I've never denied that! You know best how capable I am, and I'm already very satisfied if I can follow the big prince and follow him. Ouyang Xian pouted at Murong Shang with his mouth as he spoke, and then piled up a wicked smile on his face. These casual actions do not show the distinction between monarchs and ministers at all, because the eldest prince in their mouth is a very open-minded person who is not formal and informal.

"Master Xue is really too modest, if it weren't for the fact that the military division secretly found the horseshoe prints left by the enemy's main force, I don't think our sneak attack on his rear this time would not have been so smooth." The eldest prince, Murong Shang, said with a military salute as he clasped his fists at Xue Junshi, who was riding on horseback.

"I don't think the eldest prince himself should be too modest, the old man just has insight into their horseshoe footprints, but the eldest prince, you can use this to think of a battle plan to avoid their main force and sneak attack their rear, just by virtue of this, it is several times stronger than me, a dog-headed military division!"

"Xue Lao Dao, since this is the case, why don't you let Rang Xian contribute your military salary, you can come to me when you want to drink, you don't have a military salary and want to drink wine, I can take care of your fullness here." Ouyang Xian grinned and shook the horse's ears under his crotch with his two hands.

"It's not big or small, and a small general dares to speak sarcastically to the military advisor like this." Coach Ouyang Tian shook his whip at Ouyang Xian and scolded in a sharp tone.

"Coach don't be angry, the little general is young and vigorous, and his words are too heavy, so he won't get in the way." Xue Junshi hurriedly played a round field, and sometimes it was difficult to march and fight in the matter of dealing with family affairs.

The army marched very slowly, mainly because of the presence of prisoners. The heavy shackles imprisoned the captives' feet, and it was difficult for them to move quickly, and the rattling of the shackles could even drown out the sound of the horses' hooves.

"There is one thing I have never understood about the eldest prince, since the princess of this enemy country has become our captive, why are you still so polite to her? I was tired of riding on horseback, but you made her sit comfortably in the carriage, not to mention that her carriage looked really too tempting, I looked from afar and had the idea of going up and sitting, if only I could go up and lie down for a while. Ouyang Xian, who was reprimanded by his father, retreated behind the eldest prince Murong Shang, his heart has always been active, so he whispered such rebellious words from his mouth.

"Our captives are old and weak, women and children, these people are different from the soldiers who invaded our territory and slaughtered the people of our frontier, so give the order now, and open the shackles of these people! The handmaidens taking these prisoners do not seem to pose a mortal danger to us without shackles, and unshackling them will at least increase the speed of our march. ”

"What if they run away?"

"These slave maids are already hard-working people, and being captured by us is undoubtedly a ruthless step on their despicable fate, they are not the ones who give the order to attack and slaughter our people, in private, I really hope they can escape safely, by the way, when you rest for a while, you can give them a little rice porridge! You get tired from riding horses, especially if they're all on foot? Murong Shang said indifferently while gently stroking the fluff of the horse under the seat, the reason why he had this action was not because he liked his horse under the seat so much, but just now his eyes collided with the eyes of one of the maid captives, and an inexplicable feeling made him almost mess with his mind. What's going on? How could I feel this way?

The eyes that collide together may not necessarily collide with sparks, but more often than not, they collide with abruptness in panic.

Who will be the one who messes with his mind? Who could she be among the many captives of the maids?

"I don't think the eldest prince is because of what he said! I see if you covet the beauty of the princess of the Hun Kingdom and give her special treatment! I've heard a lot of rumors about her, it's natural to be as beautiful as a flower, and the most divine thing is that the sound of the princess playing the piano can go around the beam for three days, which is very pleasant! Tell me, how can such a princess know so much more than our women in the Central Plains? "Ouyang Xian has followed Murong Shang since the first day of this expedition, and sometimes their relationship seems to be closer than that of their own brothers, so sometimes they are not very shy about their words.

Murong Shang didn't listen much to Ouyang Xian's words, because at this moment, his eyes saw a horse, and this horse also quickly pulled back his messy mind.

It was the horse he had sent to the front to scout the soldiers, but now he saw only the horses but not the soldiers on horseback.

His heart tensed for a moment, for the blood-stained saddle was like a sharp thorn piercing straight into his eyes.

What's going on? Is there an ambush ahead? Could it be that the soldiers sent out to investigate encountered the army of the enemy country?

As the sun approached, there was a sudden floating smell in the surrounding fields, and this smell had an oppressive hunger feeling filling it, a blood-devouring hunger.

What awaits them?