In the midst of the wind and snow, a team of cavalry and carriages drove out of Chang'an.

The cavalry was dressed in iron armor, and the horses were tall and majestic, dressed in animal skins, and they moved forward in the wind and snow.

The carriage is painted in a dark color, painted with colored paint, and covered with curtains, which is incompatible with the wind and snow.

The wind and snow outside the car are vast, but the inside of the car is as warm as spring.

There is a bronze stove in the center, and the charcoal fire in the furnace is dark red, as if it is burning and extinguishing, and there is no trace of smoke and dust.

Three people sit around the stove, all wrapped in leather, or mink or fox velvet, which is very luxurious.

"Talent is the same and different, the four treatises of Shi Ji are enough to be the example of the world, and calligraphy is also a wonderful product of the world. A young man in his twenties was holding a bamboo slip, and the more he looked at it, the more happy he became.

It's just that he looks thin, and there is always a faint hint of yin owl between his eyebrows and eyes.

Talent is talent, character, talent is the same, different, combination, separation, is a common topic in metaphysics.

The young man on the left said: "Xiahou is busy with military affairs, and it is natural that he has no time to entertain us, Brother Gonglu must not take it to heart." ”

"Boyu, your temperament is just too easy-going, and it is not once or twice that Xiahou Taichu rejected Shi Ji."

A young man on the back of him has a small mink crown, his face is like white jade, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes are a little depressed, "Xiahou Taichu is a famous man in the world, and he didn't fake his color to Queen Mao's brother in the past, and it is natural to look down on us." ”

Gonglu is Jia Chong, the son of Jia Kui, the former Yuzhou assassin, Shi Ji is Zhong Hui, the son of the former Taifu Zhong Xuan, and Bo Yu is the son of the former Shangshu Wei Qian.

Zhong Wei and the two families are world friends, so Zhong will accompany Wei Qian when he travels.

And Jia Chong, the waiter of the Yellow Gate, stayed in Chang'an because he conveyed the reward of the battle of Fengzhong, and happened to meet Zhong Hui and Wei Qian, the three of them were of the same age and were old acquaintances, so they returned to Luoyang together.

"Xiahou Taichu is not the only one in the world." Jia Chong said with a smile.

"Oh? Is there anyone else in the world who can compare with the governor of Xiahou? Zhong Hui suddenly became interested.

"Has Shi Ji ever heard of Uncle Ji of the State of Chen?"

"But Ji Kang Ji is scattered?" Zhong Huixing's eyes lit up.

Taiwei Jiang Ji is quite knowledgeable, and he once said that his eyes are enough to know people.

Seeing Zhong Hui when he was five years old, his eyes were like stars, and he was very different, calling him "very human"!

Jia Chong laughed: "Exactly, Uncle Ji is seven feet eight inches long, looks like an immortal, piano, poetry, calligraphy and painting, all of which are superb in the world!" ”

Zhong Hui's eyes lit up, as if a girl who was just beginning to fall in love met her favorite Lang Jun, "I have heard his name early, but I haven't seen him!" ”

Wei Qian glanced at Jia Chong and said in a low voice: "Ji Zhong is good at Lao Zhuang's learning, advocating that the more famous teachings should be left to nature, if Shi Ji dares to visit, he will be rejected." ”

"I ask to see me in good faith, can Bi'an refuse me?" Zhong Hui was overjoyed, eager to fly back to Luoyang, lifted the curtain, and shouted to the coachman, "Speed up and return to Luoyang." ”

The wind and snow soon drowned out the ruts and hoof prints.

It also covered up the corpses in the valley west of the river.

Yang Zheng looked at the captive in front of him, his clothes were ragged and trembling.

Zhang Te solved them in half an hour, personally beheaded the thief chieftain, killed two people in the Qiang camp, eleven people in the Qiang camp, and more than 100 wounded.

More than 750 thieves were captured, more than 300 were killed, and not a single one escaped.

Being able to go out and plunder in such cold weather is naturally strong.

"This valley is sheltered from the wind and snow, so we set up camp here." It was too cold, and every time I said a word, a cloud of white mist was sprayed outward.

"These thieves ......," killing intent rose in Zhang Te's eyes.

Yang Zheng glanced at the wild and untamable thief, "Pick out the thief and make an example of it, and the others will be separated." ”

Zhang Te is a good executor.

Set up camp, slaughter livestock, cook porridge, assign scouts, set up secret posts, everything is in order.

More than two dozen thieves were escorted to the middle of the valley.

These people are slightly more decently dressed, and they have leather armor, and they look like they are living a good life.

The captives and Qiang people came to watch.

"A certain is the western governor of the imperial court, the decree of the Great Wei, and the others are all the people under my rule, and they will all move to live in Caohan in the future." Yang Zheng said loudly.

More than 1,000 Qiang people, bloody men have long been killed in battle, and the rest are mostly women and children.

Shrunk like a jackdaw in the cold wind, his eyes glazed and his expression numb, as if he couldn't even cry, let alone answer.

Yang Zheng prepared an impassioned speech, and suddenly couldn't go on.

With a wave of his hand, let the soldiers carry the porridge.

This is the life in the eyes of the Qiang people.

"One by one, everybody."

Meat porridge is more convincing than anything else, and when the Qiang people drank the porridge, their eyes were a little warmer, and their eyes looking at Yang Zheng were no longer afraid.

The captives also stared at each other.

Yang Zheng's heart moved, holding the meat porridge in one hand and the ring head knife in the other, pointing at one of them, "You come out." ”

The captive was startled and shrank into the crowd.

But it was quickly brought up by the soldiers.

"Do you want to die or live?" Yang Zheng squinted and said.

The captives were tall and twenty-three or fourteen years old, and their bodies were wrapped in animal skins, rags, and other things, and the straw sandals on the soles of their feet showed two big toes, which were purple from the cold.

The "...... alive" captives did not hesitate.

Most of the Qiang people near Longxi and Jincheng can understand the Chinese language.

After the Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties, the Central Plains Dynasty operated here for more than 500 years, and imperceptibly influenced many Qiang tribes.

Yang Zheng handed over the knife in his hand and pointed to the captives on the ground, "Kill one person and drink porridge." ”

In the face of survival, no matter how wild it is, it will be domesticated.

The captive's terrified gaze lingered between the ring-headed knife and the porridge, and then looked at the head of the thief pressed on the ground.

Yang Zheng looked at him quietly.

The captive's gaze changed several times, and his stomach rumbled.

Finally, his eyes became fierce, and he took the ring-headed knife and walked towards the thief.

The thieves cursed, and the captive raised his sword tremblingly and swung it down......

Perhaps it was because he had been hungry for too long, and he was weak to swing his sword, and the blade stuck in the neck of the thief, and the thief let out a terrible scream, which resounded through the valley.

The captive drew his sword and swung it down with all his might......

The screams stopped abruptly, blood splattered all over him, and then gradually formed into thin ice.

"Good!" Yang Zheng handed over the warm porridge, and he poured it down.

After drinking, he half-knelt in front of Yang Zheng, "The villain's cheap life will be handed over to the adults in the future." ”

Qianghu Xiongnu Xianbei, known as an adult.

This man is also wise.

"What's your name?"

After drinking the porridge, his eyes gradually became smart, "Greyhound." ”

Ordinary Qiang people don't have names, see what to call what.

There was one and there were two, and the other captives scrambled for it.

More than twenty people are not enough to kill.

The effect of casting a name is more effective than killing a hundred people.

Looking at the hungry eyes of the captives, Yang Zheng did not relent, and let them starve all night.

And these more than 20 initiators have become Yang Zheng's most loyal supporters, supervising the prisoners for Yang Zheng.

"Greyhound, where did you come from?" Yang Zheng drank a bowl of porridge, and a warm air rose from his stomach.

"The villain is a rocky mountain in the southwest."

The southwest area of the stone mountain is an extension of the Qilian Mountains, and it is also a rather vast regional concept.

The Big Dipper is high, and Geshu carries a knife at night. So far, I have peeped at the herding horses and dare not pass Lintao.

The famous Battle of Stone Castle took place here.

And now it is still a wild Qiang land.