The soft breeze blew through the green grass tips, the green ripples bloomed in the sea of grass and swept into the distance, the clouds in the west revealed a red color, and there was a burst of eagle chirps in the red glow.

On the grassy knoll, a figure raised its head to look at the soaring figure in the sky, and then lowered its gaze, looking at a piece of grass stroking in the wind in front of its feet, and insects climbing on the blades of grass, slowly moving their lips and muttering broken words.

“… It's a serious problem... How did you get to the grassland... Remember to drive... And then... I think I've been shot...... That's dead? But why are you still alive... And turned into another person... Time traveled? ”

"Heh... Luckily it didn't fit on a woman......"

……

He looked at the western glow, the red shining on his face, his eyes narrowed, and his brain tried to remember what had happened that day, but only the fragments were simply pieced together.

I remember that day was also in the afternoon, driving the car onto the elevated road, and then I didn't know what happened in front of me, blocked in the middle of the viaduct, the real police blocked the two ends, someone was shouting with a megaphone, and the chaotic and panicked people ran out of the car, and then... He patted his head, vaguely remembering that it seemed that the police had engaged in a shootout with criminals, and that he had not gone far before he was hit by a stray bullet.......

The sound of the gun... The sound of an ambulance... Messy footsteps... The lights of the operating table... When he finally opened his eyes, he was already here.

"It's an ancient ......," he sighed as he sat on the stone and looked at the sunset.

He has been to the Mongolian grassland several times, because he likes wolves too much, and wants to see what kind of living conditions the wolves there are, and the environment at this time is obviously not much of a sign of desertification compared with the modern grassland, plus his own dress, even the people of Inner Mongolia will not wear it like this.

Facing the vast sea of grass, the rough and tattered leather jacket on his body, both feet were still exposed, stained with mud and grass clippings, as if telling him that this was an ancient fact.

After waking up for the identity of this body, some remember, some are still vague, his name is Gongsun Zhi, it is... It is the eldest son of Gongsun Zhan, the general of Beiping Zhonglang...... It was born with a maid, hidden and tucked for more than ten years, and finally let his wife Liu find out, first killed Gongsun Zhi's mother, that is, the maid, to Gongsun Zhi, Liu probably wanted to humiliate a thought, and took someone to the grassland to sell to the Huns to make a horse slave.

And Gongsun Chan turned a blind eye to this matter, he can have the support of Liu's father Liu Ji today, and he has another son.

How much suffering was suffered... A few years later, when he grew up, he took the opportunity to kill a Hun who was in custody, snatched a horse and escaped, but he didn't want to run into a horse thief again, the other party was originally going to kill him, but seeing that Gongsun stopped riding quite a skill, he let him join the gang.

"It seems that my identity... It's a horse thief, or in the Three Kingdoms in troubled times... Be a horse thief. The wind was blowing on his face, and his messy head was raised, and Gongsun Zhi rubbed his face and couldn't help but sigh again.

The wind on the grassland almost never stops, the dirty fluff strokes on the leather collar, and at night the wind becomes cold, and he is now thinking about how to live in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms and make some plans.

While thinking about it, there was a slight sound of footsteps pressing the grass behind him, Gongsun Zhi turned his head, and two figures walked over.

A big man with a bare head, with a crooked nose and slanted eyes, and a thin body but wearing a wide-sleeved robe with faded patches, with a turban wrapped around his head, looked like a poor scholar. These two people are his accomplices, and they will surrender their names when they enter the horse thief together, and the three of them will be able to rob a lot of property in a group, but the three of them have waited here for two days and have not seen a small caravan pass here, and before he crossed over, the only time, when he intercepted a caravan with only a few people, Gongsun Zhi's mount accidentally stepped on a rabbit hole, and the horse's hooves sank, throwing him off the horse, and he fell into a coma for a day before he woke up.

If he hadn't crossed over, then Gongsun Zhan's son would probably have been eliminated, right? Sometimes he suddenly has such an idea, so now that Gongsun Zhi is not dead, will there be this name in history in the future?

When he was distracted, the figure that came over stopped in front of him, and the bald man sat down and stuck the knife at his feet: "I'm afraid that there are no fat sheep here today, let's go back, it's better for those people to laugh than to be hungry at night." ”

"You are not slacking off when you are cold, you can be a master, and you, me, and him are in danger......"

Gongsun stopped glaring at the sour man who spoke, "Speak human words!" ”

"With a blank of the eye, you don't have to be cold and hungry at night, the three of us are in the same boat, and there is always a way to settle down......," the scholar shrunk his neck and whispered bluntly.

"I don't know why those horse thieves didn't kill you, a weak scholar..."Gongsun Zhi stood up and moved his strong arm, "Let's go, call the brother who is watching us, and let's go back." ”

Among the three, Gongsun Zhi was faintly headed, mainly because he had the best equestrian skills, tall stature, and the bald man Kong was powerful, and knew some martial arts, but he could only fight on foot, I heard that this person was the little leader of the Yellow Turban, and was later killed by officers and soldiers and scattered to the grassland to beg for a living, and he never said his name for two days together, as for the sour Confucian, he claimed to be the descendant of Dongfang Shuo, called Dongfang Sheng...... is also in the middle of the road, and he can't get mixed up, so he was chased here.

Walking back, there was another man leading the horse there.

It was the horse thief who was watching them called Wang Kui, a thin and tall man with a hideous scar on his face, and at this time, seeing Gongsun Zhi and the three of them leading the horse over in frustration, he grinned with a mouthful of big yellow teeth and laughed: "...... There was nothing for two days, and I ate the wine and meat in the camp in vain, and I will be sad to go back this time. ”

"Yes, yes, yes... It's not good, I'll wait for the three of us. Dongfang Sheng smiled at him.

The bald man snorted crookedly, took the horse that was temporarily given to him, turned over, and was about to speak, when he suddenly turned his face and shushed Wang Kui, who was sneering.

Seeing this, Gongsun Zhi frowned his eyebrows, listened attentively, and in the faint sound of the wind in his ears, there was a tinkling of copper bells, and he saw the big man turn over and dismount again, draw his sword and crawl down on the edge of the grass hill running in his hand.

"Hurry up, there must be a fat sheep coming to the door." Wang Kui scolded in a low voice.

Gongsun Zhi took a breath to calm himself down, the career of the horse thief was probably beginning, think about it, took the bow and arrow from the horse with his backhand and walked to the side of the big man, in the field of vision, a wisp of the remnant sun red, several horseback figures galloped into the sight, the copper bell on the horse's neck jingled, and in a blink of an eye they were about to go under the grassy hill.

"Brother, give me the bow." Dahan glanced at the few people below, took the bow and arrow from Gongsun Zhi's hand, wiped the spit on his thumb, and pulled up the bowstring.

While aiming, he spoke: "Shoot him alone first, and the rest will be solved." Then, the finger holding the arrow feather loosened for a moment.

The bowstring 'hums' with a vibrato.

Whoosh –

The arrow turned into a black line, and shot down in an instant, Dongfang Sheng nervously pinched a handful of grass, Gongsun Zhi held his breath and held the handle of the knife at the same time, and the flying feather arrow shot into the horse's hip with a pop.

…… Shot missed.

The people below shouted and neighed, and the Hun language sounded noisily, and among several people, some of them looked at the grass hill on this side, and the blade pointed over. Gongsun Zhi secretly said in his heart that it was not good, so he reflexively got up and kicked the big man, and yelled: "Get on the horse!" Run—"