Zhang Huan walked for more than half a day without danger and finally walked out of the river valley, and his heart was relieved for the most part.

Out of the river valley, Zhang Huan turned northwest and went straight to the security military city, this section was quite peaceful.

On this day, Zhang Huan just came out of the security army for more than ten miles, he suddenly felt the tremor of the ground, this time there was no sound of running water, he immediately identified that it was caused by the horse's hooves stepping on the ground, Zhang Huan looked around and saw a few big trees in the field on the right side of more than 40 steps, and he rushed over.

He had just run halfway, the distance was dusty, there was a team of horses approaching quickly, Zhang Huan glanced at it, he ran quickly, this is the race of life and death, if it is indeed a Qiang ranger to ride, when the other party appears, he did not reach the big tree to hide, then he has little luck with the Qiang ranger in the flat land.

Zhang Huan ran to the bottom of the tree, he quickly climbed into the canopy to hide his figure, and at the same time held the war bow in his hand on guard, his heart pounding and gasping for breath.

A dozen or so Qiang people in leather jackets and galloping sideways rode past on war horses, followed by a few of their spare horses.

Zhang Huan coldly watched a few Qiang rangers wearing leather robes and bald hair rushing over wildly, and one of them raised his eyes to look at the direction of the tree, Zhang Huan could clearly see the gray fur hat and pigtails hanging down the temples of the Qiang man, the eyes of the two met, Zhang Huan clenched the war bow, staring at the Qiang man who found him, but the Qiang man did not pay attention to him, the Song man hiding in the tree, but beat the horse and left.

When the smoke and dust were far away, Zhang Huan put away his war bow and continued to walk, he walked more than a mile, and suddenly heard a woman's cry in front of him.

He was at the bottom of a gentle slope at this time, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Zhang Huan hesitated, whether to avoid or touch, at this time the woman's scream became more and more poignant, it was the cry of the Song woman.

He gritted his teeth and bent down the road, crawling through the half-man-tall barren grass and thorns.

The smell of wild grass and earth filled his mouth and nose, Zhang Huan skillfully climbed to the top of the slope, he lay on the ground and slowly held the war bow in his hand, put on the wrench and put on the bow and arrow.

At this time, the woman's crying was much quieter, he heard the laughter of the Qiang people, Zhang Huan slowly crawled to the edge of the main road, hiding in the half-human tall and somewhat yellow barren grass to look, only to see the two Qiang people on the opposite side of the road were smiling obscenely and putting on leather robes, Zhang Huan's eyes moved back again, and immediately opened his eyes angrily.

I saw a bald Qiang man with half of his leather robe pressed against a woman, and a few steps away from them, a man in Song costume was lying on the ground, with a few arrows stuck in his body, and scattered burdens around him.

Zhang Huan suddenly stood up with his bow and arrow, and the hissing sound was unusually harsh on the open road, and one of the two joking Qiang people did not notice the arrow in his left chest, and he staggered and fell while holding the arrow.

The other Qiang man was very alert, he didn't look in Zhang Huan's direction at all and immediately bent down to the ground, but it was too late, Zhang Huan's second feather arrow knocked him to the ground, and the arrows from the two stone strong bows were amazingly lethal at a distance of thirty paces.

Zhang Huan is very satisfied with his body's amazing archery skills, you must know that Zhang Huan is young, but he is the first person in Shunning Zhai archery.

At this time, the Qiang man on the woman's body rolled down, hurriedly packed his clothes, and drew his scimitar, no matter how savage he was, he couldn't see anyone naked.

Zhang Huan didn't attack him, this person didn't have a bow and arrow, and who was afraid of Zhang Huan in close combat.

It is said that the safest way now is to immediately shoot this Qiang man with a bow and crossbow, and then seize the two war horses tied to the side, and warn if there are any Qiang people approaching, but the fury of seeing the Song woman being humiliated made Zhang Huan definitely want to slash this fang.

The Qiang man was not tall, half a head shorter than Zhang Huan, his reddish-brown face was full of anger, he bared his yellow teeth and cursed in the local language, brandishing a scimitar and rushing forward.

Zhang Huan threw away the war bow and drew his own chopping knife, the opponent's scimitar flashed, Zhang Huan held the knife in his left hand and blocked, when there was a sound, the scimitar was taken off by Zhang Huan's huge force, and the Qiang people staggered, and his face was full of surprise.

Zhang Huan also threw away the horse chopping knife, he stepped forward and punched as fast as lightning, the Qiang people hurriedly dodged, in fact, Zhang Huan only used eight points of force, he expected the opponent's movements, the fatal thing was a silent kick below him, when the Qiang people found that the black shadow below flashed it was too late, bang, the Qiang people covered their lower bodies and roared on the ground and tossed, Zhang Huan was angry and kicked the Qiang people's lower body.

Zhang Huan knew his strength, he didn't even look at this person, he knew that this person was no longer worried.

He turned and walked towards the two Qiang who had been hit by the arrow, and his peripheral vision noticed that the Qiang were not dead, this was a threat, and he didn't want someone to attack from the flank and back.

A Qiang man turned his back to the sky with his eyes glazed and hung up, while a Qiang man broke an arrow and struggled on the ground to climb to a war horse tied to a tree by the side of the road, with a bow hanging from the saddle of the horse.

Zhang Huan walked behind him and stepped on his outstretched right hand, which was immediately bloody and fleshy, and the Qiang man let out a piercing scream, his body fluttered, and the leather robe on his body exuded a foul smell.

Zhang Huan then stepped forward and broke his knees and elbows one after another, and the Qiang man fainted with a terrible roar.

Zhang Huan didn't intend to kill him immediately, it was too cheap for him, how could he spoil a woman and die too simply, let him not move his limbs in this wilderness, and finally let wolves and leopards and other fierce beasts gnaw him, and he watched himself being devoured in horror is the real revenge.

Zhang Huan walked towards the sluggish Qiang man who looked up to the sky, kicked him in the neck, his head and neck were broken into an abnormal shape, Zhang Huan will not leave any troubles, you must know that cleaning the battlefield is a technical job, you must not be lazy, otherwise you may lose your life if you are careless and leave the enemy.

Zhang Huan turned around and walked towards the Qiang man with broken eggs, and at this time the woman was crawling towards the dead Song man.

Zhang Huan walked to the Qiang people who were still wailing, and the woman over there let out a terrible scream and cried, Zhang Huan didn't look up, the death of his relatives was inevitable and grieving, he couldn't help anything in this regard.

Zhang Huan concocted the same method to break the limbs of the Qiang man, turning him into a walking corpse, and the Qiang man also fainted.

At this moment, a hoarse female voice suddenly came out,

"Thank you for avenging us,"

Zhang Huan had a bad premonition, as soon as he looked up, he saw that the woman who was still in her twenties was looking at him with tears on her face, the woman's clothes were torn, her hair was scattered, her eyes were full of despair, and she held a feather arrow in her right hand and plunged it into her throat.

Zhang Huan only had time to raise his arm, the arrow had already entered the flesh, and the woman let out a cry, fell on the man's body and twitched, and then gradually lost her voice.

Zhang Huan watched two Song men and women in shabby robes lying on the cold ground, blood flowing out and soaking the ground below, the scene was miserable and bloody.

Zhang Huan took a few steps forward and looked at it, the man in his twenties glared angrily and his eyes were unwilling to close, Zhang Huan sighed, he couldn't save his life in Song Realm, this is the so-called Song Zhihua, and he will eventually laugh and talk for eternity, giving wedding dresses to others.

Zhang Huan didn't plan to bury the two, if he was not wrong, the Qiang people who had just left were in a group with these few, which means that they could return at any time, and it was dangerous for him to be alone, so when he arrived at Shunning Village, let the soldiers clean up the mess.

Zhang Huan came to the place where the horse was tied and untied the reins, this colored war horse continued to retreat backwards, obviously very resistant to the unfamiliar Zhang Huan, Zhang Huan took out his saber and slammed it twice with the back of the knife, this war horse had a deep fear of Zhang Huan and had to stand in place honestly, Zhang Huan turned over and got on the horse, he didn't have time to communicate deeply with this horse, he only needed its fear, this horse he rode to Shunning Village and immediately abandoned.

Yes, these Qiang people and war horses Zhang Huan had no intention of taking them for merit at all.

It is not so easy to ask for merit, these Qiang rangers are all born of the nearby Qiang tribes, not the regular army of the Western Thieves, the Great Song Dynasty government does not recognize it, of course, the Great Song Dynasty official army itself must be regarded as military merit, so Zhang Huan immediately abandoned these corpses, the only pity is those war horses, these war horses have more than Yanzhou, I dare not say that thirty guan is enough, and in the Great Song Jingshi, the Hequ horse does not have sixty or seventy runs, don't think about it.

But Zhang Huanzhen can't be taken away, and without proof of purchase, he may be arrested as a smuggler, and smuggling war horses without permission is a serious crime, and the sentence is light, and it is possible to be beheaded and hanged.

To put it bluntly, Zhang Huan is a white ding, if there are some identities and statuses, who else dares to check, many border generals and important ministers are the biggest smugglers in the border areas, and they control the caravan openly and secretly to smuggle more objects, from Hequ war horses, furs, fine iron of the Great Song Dynasty to Qingyan in Western Xia, as long as there are profiteering objects are in these smuggling caravans.

This point is that the officials of the Great Song Dynasty also know that for decades the official family of the Great Song Dynasty has been fighting against the smuggling syndicates on the border, but they have not been able to do so, and it is always the officials who fail in the end.

In fact, although his father Zhang Qinzhou is just a palace attendant, a battalion in the Baojie army, it is no problem to ask him for credit, even the war horse can be digested, and this means is still available.

However, now his father's life and death are uncertain, and it may not be certain that people will go to tea and cool, but just in case, Zhang Huan doesn't want to cause trouble.

Zhang Huan beat his horse and galloped towards Shunning Village.

Shunning village is not big, the week is not more than three miles, but the rammed earth city wall is three zhang wide, more than five zhang high, there is a moat protection outside, as the northwest of the Yanyan Road in the west thief junction of the important place, the protection is still quite strict, because the Qiang people have been harassed by the rangers in recent days, so there are soldiers on duty on the wall.

Zhang Huan's soldiers at the gate of the village did not stop him in the slightest, because some of the soldiers were Zhang Qinzhou's subordinates.

Zhang Huan handed over the war horse to Ma Dutou, who was guarding the city gate, and informed him that he had shot three Qiang people more than ten miles away, and two Song people had died.

"Thank you Saburo, go home and see the old capital,"

The black and thin horses in their thirties smiled and arched their hands, admitting their feelings, these can be counted as their military exploits.

Zhang Huan entered the village, walked not far, and knocked on the door of a very ordinary house in East Lane, and after a while, someone inside answered the door, it was Zhang Huan's mother Wang,

'Huan'er, you're back. ’

Wang immediately covered his mouth and sobbed when he saw his son, the pillars of the family fell, and only her youngest son was intact among the men, although Zhang Huan was silent since he was a child, and his mind was not too clever, and some people secretly said that Zhang Huan had some problems with his head.

But after all, it's not a man, it's not a man in the family, it's not panicked, and the road is not very smooth now, she is really afraid that Zhang Huan will have a good one, so she has the last hope.

Zhang Huan stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around Wang's shoulder, he didn't persuade much, he just let his mother cry enough, and when he returned to the Great Song Dynasty, he became a military martyr, and really gave him a big gift and an additional gift, thief God.