After falling to the ground, both of them seemed to lose their strength and came to a standstill.

It took a long time for one of the two people stacked together to slowly turn to the side, gasping for air. The other man had a dagger stuck in his chest.

The dagger was so deep that even the calyx of the gauntlet had pierced into his chest.

The one who is alive is naturally Yan Ming.

When he was captured by the Hun soldier just now, the moment he rolled up, he pulled the dagger out of his boots. Then he slammed into the front of the Hun soldiers.

At the same time as he bumped into the Hun soldier, the dagger in his hand also slammed into the chest of the Hun soldier. This dagger is made of the same material as the hundred steel used to make the swallow knife, and it is extremely sharp. has been hidden in Yan Ming's boots, and now it finally comes in handy.

After this toss, the wound on Yan Ming's leg was torn even more, and the blood flowed profusely. He was lying on the ground, his brain dizzy from blood loss.

Looking at the corpses of the two Hun soldiers beside him, Yan Ming bit the tip of his tongue, and then he was a little more energetic.

He reluctantly propped himself up and sat up slowly.

With a dagger, he cut strips of rags from the placket of his clothes, and strangled the wounds on his legs round by round. This rough method made Yan Ming's painful sweat flow down. But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Now the first priority is to restrain the wound, otherwise the bleeding will kill him.

The slash just now was too heavy, even if Yan Ming strangled the wound on his leg with a strip of cloth, the blood would still seep out from the strip of cloth, but fortunately, it was not flowing so much.

Yan Ming gritted his teeth, remembering that he used soil to cover his wounds when he was a child, he directly grabbed a handful of soil on the ground and sprinkled it on the outside of the cloth.

Not to mention, after the soil surface, the blood finally solidified the soil and no longer penetrated outward.

Yan Ming gritted his teeth and stood up. At this time, you can no longer stay in the alley. He's going to find a way out of town. Only by leaving this head Manchester City can you have a chance to live, otherwise you will fall into the hands of the Huns, and the chances of survival are not great.

Stepping forward, the pain in my leg went into my heart and lungs.

Sweat has inadvertently wet Yan Ming's clothes.

"!" Yan Ming couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

He looked up at the sky from the alley, identified the location of the North Star, and headed south.

When everyone goes out, they will meet outside the south gate. As long as he finds Dahan's special forces, Yan Ming will be able to return to Dahan again.

He moved step by step, and the road in front of him became more and more blurred, passing through the alleys. On the avenue outside, the roar of the Hun soldiers continued.

The voice was far away and sometimes near, giving Yan Ming an ethereal illusion.

For a moment, Yan Ming felt that he was really going to die this time. Then his head began to get dizzy.

Seeing that he had reached the edge of Manchester City, he took another step and went to the main street. Faintly, you can already see the gate of the southern city.

Bands of Hun soldiers patrolled outside. With Yan Ming's current appearance, he will definitely not be able to get past it.

The gates were closed, and there were a large number of defenders watching.

Yan Ming sat in the dark part of the alley dejectedly, looking outside, it could be said that the city gate was close at hand, and let out a long breath. He was a little desperate.

If you continue like this, he will be discovered when the day dawns.

Although he wears the clothes of the Huns, after all, he is white and clean, and he is basically the same as the Huns.

The feeling of dizziness became more and more serious, and Yan Ming's consciousness dissipated little by little.

……

Outside the city, most of the special forces of the Han Dynasty successfully left Manchester City. The head of the military minister Shan Yu was hung by them on the war horse that Yan Ming was riding.

Now, only Yan Ming and a few people have not come out.

The Huns in Toumancheng had begun to have troops and horses constantly coming and going, chasing south.

According to the understanding, the Han army killed Shan Yu and would definitely return to the Han Dynasty in the south.

The Han Xiongnu fought for sixty or seventy years, and it has always been the Huns who have the upper hand and the initiative.

Now that their own heads have been cut off, it is a great shame. The Huns did not allow such a thing to happen.

They want to recover Shan Yu's head.

The Han special forces led by Yan Ming did not flee directly to the south, but assembled outside the city and waited for each other according to the pre-agreed agreement.

Nowadays, most people will come, but the most important Yan Ming is missing.

"What about Yanhou? The few people he brought with him didn't seem to come out. ”

"They're not going to die in Manchester City, are they?"

"Fuck you, if you die, Yanhou won't die."

Although the scolders said this, they had waited until dawn, but they had not seen Yan Ming come out, and now Manchester City had returned to calm. What does this mean?

Many people don't want to believe it, but they have to accept a fact. Yan Ming and several people led by him have now died in the head of the Xiongnu.

"Yanhou, you cut off the head of the Xiongnu Shan Yu and gave the Han a national prestige. You're dead, it's worth it. A strong man knelt on the ground, raised the head of the military minister Shan Yu, and said loudly.

"Xun Yan, are you sick, Master Hou will not die." Another Han soldier shouted.

The man named Xun Yu raised his head and said, "At this hour, he hasn't come out yet, he must have died in battle." There is no point in us dying and waiting here. It's better to kneel here, kowtow to Yanhou, let's go back to Chang'an, offer the head of the military minister Shan Yu, and fight for the descendants of the Yanhou family, and maybe give Yanhou a little compensation. ”

Everyone felt that what Xun Yu said made sense, and they knelt down one after another, kowtowed to Yan Ming in the direction of Manchester City.

This group of special forces is different from Captain Hu Cai's army.

Yan Ming took the captain of Hu Qi for the longest time, and those guys were born and died with him, as if they were brothers. The special forces were trained by Han Yan, and their feelings for Yan Ming were average.

After they kowtowed, they got on their horses one after another, made a few detours on the prairie, bypassed a few routes of Xiongnu rout, and then returned to Cloud City.

When the group returned to Cloudsdale City, five days had passed since they left them waiting for Yan Ming outside Touman City.

Fortunately, the weather in the north was not too hot, and they got some embalming stuff and stuffed it next to the head of the military minister Shan Yu, so that the head was not destroyed.

Han Yan stood at the head of the city these days, looking forward to Yan Ming's return.

When he saw the return of this group of soldiers he had trained, he looked for Yan Ming in the crowd.

But in the end, he couldn't see Yan Ming's figure, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Wei Qing didn't see his fourth brother, and his heart trembled.

On the battlefield, no one is immune. Although they had long been ready to die in a foreign country, when this moment really came, everyone couldn't accept it.

"Let them go into the city!" Wei Qing commanded.

The north gate of Cloud City, the iron gate that has never been shaken under the impact of the 100,000 Hun army, is now open for this group of returning warriors, but among these warriors, there is one less!

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