"A wish from the Grand Duke?" As the main leader, Yang Shuang couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all.

The well-wisher was quite surprised by this, and opened his mouth and stammered: "You don't know the reward order issued by the Western Regions Protectorate? ”

"What do you mean?"

"Last year, the governor of the capital went east to Tuyuhun, but disappeared inexplicably, and according to the last news left, it seems to have entered the northern region. The governor of the Western Regions, the governor of the Metropolitan Protectorate, immediately issued a reward in the green forest, and anyone who went to the Northern Regions to find out the news of the Metropolitan Governor would be rewarded with a thousand gold! ”

Speaking of this, the diners on the side seemed to be a little unable to hold back their tongues, "However, the Turks are strong, the Yinshan Prairie is full of their people, and the Green Forest Ranger has suffered a lot of casualties!" ”

"In this regard, the Governor of the Eldest Sun and the generals of the Western Regions Protectorate were extremely angry, and immediately issued a reward for the green forest again."

"Whoever kills a Turkic dog will be rewarded with a sharp weapon!"

"Whoever kills ten Turkic dogs will be rewarded with a fine war horse!"

"Those who kill 100 Turkic dogs can enter the Western Regions as an official general!"

"Those who kill the Turkic leader can obtain martial arts and combat skills depending on the level of the opponent!"

At the end, the diners dressed as chivalrous around responded one after another, and the momentum was overwhelming.

And the dozen or so bearded faces who laughed at Yang Shuang before suddenly changed their faces and stood up suddenly.

"Shut up!"

"Hu Gou, who are you talking about?!" The man who kindly persuaded Yang Shuang also stood up, and the companions behind him pulled out their waist knives one after another.

"Sui Gou, don't think that our Great Khan is taking refuge in you, if it weren't for the bitter begging of the eldest grandson, how would we have moved here? No matter how presumptuous you dare to be, Lao Tzu will never return to the Central Plains! ”

"Oh, hehe, today, I'll see why you can't make us go back to the Central Plains!"

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As he spoke, he was tense.

Ge Shulian Shan didn't seem to care about this, and he wasn't prepared to calm the two sides, and his smiling face was even full of interest.

As for the owner of the food shed, after giving Yang Shuang a ceramic basin to serve the food he had just ordered, he quickly curled up in the corner and watched the changes.

Everything that happened here, except for Yang Shuang, seemed to be familiar with it, including all kinds of pedestrians walking back and forth outside the shed.

Of course, there are also some good people who come to help when they see strife.

For example, hundreds of Hu people poured in from Ulala, and the Central Plains men gathered scattered from all around.

Yang Shuang glanced at both sides, pinched a handful of salt in the small plate, smeared it on the leg of mutton, grabbed it and nibbled on two bites, and gave a thumbs up to the owner of the food shed, while saying vaguely: "You can do it, try not to be noisy, it's all too old, can you order it?!" ”

"Look for death!" The nearest Hu people seemed to be able to understand the Central Plains dialect, and they already saw someone unpleasant, and when they heard the sarcasm, they immediately broke out.

A slender ring-headed knife slashed straight in.

The other party seemed to be worried, although the knife was sharp, it did not point directly at the vital point, but swung at Yang Shuang's wrist.

This knife is solid, and you can't die, but it is estimated that it will be wasted in the next life.

In front of everyone's eyes, the long knife flowed and flickered.

However, to the confusion of the people watching this scene, the knife had already fallen, and the owner of the knife was thrown more than ten meters away like a tattered cloth bag, and finally landed in the crowd of onlookers outside.

The people closest rubbed their eyes in disbelief, and were stunned to find that the hateful bald head was still gnawing on sheep bones.

"Kill him!"

The Hu people are not without eyesight, but they don't know if their companions are beaten up or killed, and they will definitely retaliate.

And at this moment, seeing Yang Shuang being besieged, the men in the costumes of the Central Plains knights also flocked to the Hu people.

"Kill!"

The scuffle was about to break out, and Geshulianshan, who had been watching all this with interest, opened his mouth and let out a roar.

"Stop! The subordinates of the Tuli tribe, the patriarch of the Geshu tribe is here! ”

Well?

Yang Shuang, who was eating mutton, moved slightly in his heart, Brother Shubu?

Could it be that this is the ancestor of the famous general Ge Shuhan during the Anshi Rebellion?