The night shadow is windy, and the snow is majestic. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A team of forty horses drove on the road east of the river like this, led by a few people who took out the dough hidden in their sleeves, took a bite of it, and then put it back, knowing that the road back to Pingyang was still very long, and they would save a little if they could save food.

"Damn the cold winter, Zhamu, tell the Han people behind to follow, don't transfer the team!"

The man named Zamu nodded, slammed the horse whip on the ground, and screamed at the back in Chinese.

"Lord Yah." Zamu said respectfully on horseback: "Why did the Wang nobles have to mix these Han people this time, if they were all our grassland men, they should have walked several miles more at this time!" ”

Ye Yi listened and looked at the convoy with contempt, but he also said helplessly: "This is the land of the Central Plains, the Han people naturally have the advantage of the Han people, and besides, Wang Guiren's side also needs protection, you don't have to talk too much!" ”

Zha Mu nodded helplessly when he heard this, "Such a path is really difficult to walk, I knew that it would be like this, so I didn't listen to the orders of the Wang Guiren, I don't believe that there are still people in the land east of the river who can match our grassland men!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yehe glared at Zamu, "Wang Guiren is the distinguished guest of Lord Zuo Xian, you and I and the Tuna brothers have been ordered by the king to assist him, so naturally we should take the lead of Wang Guiren." ”

Roared by Yehe, Zamu was also red, he and Yehe plus the Tuna brothers were among the best warriors under the account of King Zuoxian, although he knew the importance of Wang Ya to the Xiongnu, but this time he came to the Central Plains to protect a Han people, he was always a little unconvinced.

The eagle naturally wants to fly freely on the grassland, and Zamu has long implemented this in his heart, but because the old man did not dare to attack at this time, he just whipped the horsewhip at a servant of the royal family, and insulted him in the Hun language.

In fact, they took a small path, which was rough but well hidden, and it was shorter than the winding road. Therefore, under Wang Ya's behest, they could only guard the grain team and hurry in the starry night.

The night in the Eastern Han Dynasty was still very quiet, at this time there was no color except for the sound of the cold wind whistling, Yehe and Zamu squinted their eyes, stretched out their right hands to block the oncoming snowflakes, and tried to keep their vision clear.

"Knock knock."

A few sounds came from time to time, and even though the cold wind was howling, it still couldn't escape Yehe's ears.

The tips of Yehe's ears twitched slightly, his eyes suddenly became serious, and he stretched out his hand to signal the team to stop, not wanting to interfere with his hearing.

"There's movement!"

When Yehe said this, Zamu was also on guard, and when he pricked up his ears again, he heard a deafening sound.

The sound of a large number of horses' hooves crashing against the ground could no longer escape everyone's hearing, and when the two of them looked back and saw a dark shadow, they could not understand it again.

"Enemy attack!"

With Yehe's heart-rending shout, dozens of Hun cavalry picked up their knives one after another, and the sound of iron weapons clashing was particularly harsh in the heavy snow.

"Ignition!"

A Chinese voice came out, and I saw that the horse team that was rushing towards took out the torches that had been prepared long ago, and the fire fold was clear.

"Throw!"

The voice of the leader of the horse team did not make any emotion, but after this machine-like command was heard, the torches rushed towards the horse team like meteors in the sky.

He was furious, and when he saw that the grain cart he was guarding was burning in an instant, he immediately gave the order to extinguish the fire, and then he put a knife into the horse's back, and with a strong pull on the horse's reins, the man turned around and rushed over.

The leader of the horse team did not change his face, but he took out a black cloth from his sleeve, covered his face with lightning speed, and pointed at the long sword at his waist, and roared: "Prepare, kill the thief!" ”

The people behind him also masked their faces with the leader, and everyone threw the fire fold on the ground, and the sound of weapons unsheathed was incessant. After the war horse roared, the combat strength of a total of forty or fifty people on both sides hit one piece fiercely.

With the crazy impact of the mount, the scimitar in his hand was already aimed at the person who was in charge, and he couldn't see a single step away, so he slashed down with one hand, wanting to quickly solve the battle!

But the black-clothed masked man was not in a hurry, facing the scimitar that emitted moonlight, he was just a dexterous flash, but not as fast as the knife, the cold light fell, and a bloody arrow flew out from the left hand of the black-clothed man.

Yehe was full of confidence in the blow, but when he saw that he only injured the opponent, he frowned so much that he wanted to control the war horse and wanted to make a return blow.

But the next moment he found that he had no strength in his arm, and when he couldn't help but look down, the blade of the sword had already emerged from his chest.

The pain instantly spread throughout his body, and he wondered when he had suffered the fatal blow, the long sword had already pulled out of his chest with a speed visible to the naked eye.

The man in black pulled out his weapon with his backhand, and struck the enemy in the back with the hilt of his sword in one go, and Yehe, who was still menacing just now, had already planted himself on the ground like a broken kite, and his frightened war horse rushed forward desperately, ignoring his master.

The scene just now was seen by Zamu, and at this time, there was inexplicable timidity in his chest, watching the blood drip from the blade of the man in black to the ground, and he bit it desperately.

The man in black sneered, and his injured arm slapped the horse's back and rushed over, and when Zamu calculated the distance that he could almost shoot, the scimitar was raised high, and he was about to slash down.

But he couldn't cut it down, and looked at the man in front of him stupidly, only the hilt of the sword in his hand was still outside his chest.

"Ding Dong!" With a sound, the scimitar fell to the ground, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth moved his mouth with difficulty.

"Well... Good sword... You.. Who are you? ”

The man in charge stretched out his hand and pushed hard against Zamu's head, and he also followed in the footsteps of Yehe, and fell headlong and lost his life.

"The one who took your life! My sword was born to drink blood! ”

The man didn't look at the dead man, but just looked around the battle situation, and after finding that the battle was decided, he gave a command to the people around him.

"Get off the horse and clean up the battlefield, all the food is burned, and we should go back to restore the eldest brother!"

"But Master Ju, the wound on your hand..."

The man pulled down the mask, and a glimmer of moonlight shone on his face, and his beard had revealed his identity.

"Out of the way." He leaned down, struggled to lift his injured shoulder, grabbed a handful of red-stained snow, and washed his face vigorously, "Hurry up, this day... It's cold! ”

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The so-called moon and dark wind and high murder night, cold wind and heavy snow extinguish the door of life, but this scene continues to be staged in Hedong!

Unlike Yehe Zamu's gang of Wang Yaliang, Wang Ti's men seemed much more comfortable, they chose the road to Pingyang, and under the heavy snow blocking the road, these people decisively chose to camp.

Several bonfires were lit very vigorously, and twenty or thirty people sat around a few fires, weapons and armor were put aside, and the rations in their hands were not bread like Zamuyehe, but steamed buns produced by the Wei family.

In such a cold winter, it is already a pleasure to be able to bake charcoals, eat steamed buns, and drink spirits, and a group of people are either talking in twos and threes, or have taken advantage of the wine, leaning against the trees to fall asleep.

Wang Wei is a guard general in Pingyang, the word Zhiwen, and he is also a distant relative of Wang Ti. After Wang Mian's rise, he quickly accepted his name and worshiped under Wang Qian's hands, and he helped Wang Mian pick up the goods from the Wei family four or five times, such a fat difference is not only a lot of oil and water but also can ensure safety, and he is also very happy to do it.

At this time, he also poured himself a pot of spirits, looking at those who were chatting, his eyes gradually became hazy, and drowsiness crept into his heart.

When he was about to move into the camp tent to fall asleep, his eyes were suddenly flashed by something, a bright light swept at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and a bloody arrow flew up, and the good head of the children of the Wang family who was still talking and laughing just now was no longer on the body.

Wang Wei, who thought that he was dazzled after being drunk, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and smeared a handful of snow on his face, he wanted to wake himself up, he wanted to open his eyes and find that this was just a dream of his own.

But the exclamations, shouts, and the sound of iron colliding had gradually pulled him back to reality, and his pupils continued to dilate, and he had completely understood when he watched those majestic men continue to reap the lives of his men.

Machete! All those people have in their hands are scimitars, and the savage shouts and unreasonable shots are not those Hun barbarians, who are they?

As Wang Ti's henchman, how could he not know who the Wang family was in control of the Hun barbarians, he had already given birth to an idea, the second young master had made a move to us!

Wang Wei, who slowly calmed down, couldn't take care of it anymore, he understood at this time that only escape was important, he carefully crawled among the crowds, and when he approached the tent, he opened the curtain and flew towards the woods, and disappeared.

The last child of the Wang family had been brought to the head of the man, only to see that the child of the Wang family had been frightened and scattered, and he kowtowed vigorously and begged for mercy.

"Master Huns, I am also a member of the Wang family, please raise your noble hand and let me go!"

The man in the lead ignored it, looked over to the tent, and when he was sure that a figure had left, a smile crossed the corner of his mouth under the mask.

The majestic man pulled off his mask and breathed in the fresh air, but his mouth was muttering to himself.

"It's really suffocating! This mask is not a man's one! ”

As soon as the Wang family disciple heard that this person was talking about a standard Hedong mouth, he immediately raised his head.

"You're not a Hun ... You are the Xu of the Wei family... Xu Ye! ”

Xu Huang laughed loudly, and although the scimitar in his hand did not take advantage of it, he still cut it down without hesitation.

The hand rises and falls, and the head is in a different place!

"Did you find out? But it's useless... All of you royal family members must die! ”

kicked away the headless corpse, Xu Huang's eyes were a little hideous, and he threw the scimitar on the ground in disgust, and after making sure that the others were dead, he greeted everyone.

"Let's go, go back and return to my eldest brother!"