The white horse belongs to the yang and is driven by the gods. The green ox is yin, and it is enjoyed by the god of the earth.

High on the altar.

A white horse was bound by a rope, and the hoof-raiser stood up and let out a high-pitched neigh, rushing left and right, but unable to shake off the rope tied to his body.

It was the mount of the late white horse general Gongsun Zhan, who had galloped with Gongsun Zhan in battle, but at this moment he was tripped by five or six sturdy armor soldiers, and fell to his knees with his hooves.

A long knife stabbed into its neck with fierce and accurate accuracy, and the raging blood gushed out and was offered to the altar with a bronze tripod.

It moved its front hooves, unwilling to stand up.

After trying a few times, the armor next to him pressed him back to the ground, and a handful of hot blood was splashed in the dirty muddy water.

Its white mane was soaked in the dirty water of slush, and it finally let out a final hiss.

"What a horse!" The head of the high-nosed and deep-eyed Xianbei leader looked at the white horse on the altar looking north and died with some greed, and sighed.

Then he glanced at the young man sitting on the throne, and a hint of contempt appeared on his face covered by his thick beard.

The young man on the throne was Liu He, the son of the late Youzhou Mu Liu Yu, and in the snowy sky, he did not wear warm fur, only linen clothes.

He straightened his back and watched the white horse swallow his last breath, and his face was neither sad nor happy.

The head of this white horse will be the same as the charred heads of Gongsun Zhan's whole family, and he will cut it off and put it into a box filled with lime to pay tribute to his deceased father and the whole family of more than 200 people, but he does not feel much joy.

Maybe it's because there are two missing heads in this box, Liu He thought.

Sitting high on the throne, he raised his head and looked to his sides.

At this celebration banquet, people from all sides drank and chatted below, and the atmosphere was so friendly and warm that it seemed that they wanted to worship on the spot.

He, the titular commander of the Supreme Army, sat alone behind the desk.

Xu was drinking and drinking hot, and a big man in a sheepskin coat laughed, and opened his placket to reveal his thick chest hair.

He was drunk and crazy, and drank with Xian Yufu, the former lieutenant under the account of Liu Yu, the former Youzhou pastor, and asked the Han women who were kneeling on the side to pour wine and sing songs for them.

The woman's clothes were messy and dirty, but she could see that the material was excellent, and she should have been a treasure held in the hands of her father, and she knelt beside the unusually smelly Hu Ren, and plucked the strings with a numb expression, and sang:

"Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant looks can be angelica.

I miss my hometown and am depressed.

If you want to return home, there is no one to cross the river.

The mind cannot be spoken, and the wheel of the intestine turns. ”

The sad singing was like a sharp arrow, stabbing Liu He and knocking over the wine bottle on the desk.

The noise paused for a moment, and everyone's eyes focused on Liu He.

The woman who sang was slapped by Xian Yufu and fell to the ground.

"!" Xian Yufu glanced at Liu He's miserable white face, and drew his sword to stab the woman to death on the spot.

"Stop!" Liu He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a very reluctant smile: "He is just thinking of home, and he is a little out of shape, so why bother to fight with the captain." ”

Thinking of home?

As soon as Liu He's words came out, the singing woman raised her head sharply and looked straight at him, and her face, which was not even moved by the beating, was full of resentment.

The nosebleed slipped down the woman's face, she stared at Liu He, slowly got up, raised her sleeve to wipe the blood stains on her chin.

Liu He only felt that the look was like a knife scraping bones, slashing at his body inch by inch.

These are all Han women who were raided and plundered by the Hu people.

But it was the one who opened the door to lead the Hu people straight in......

", how dare you?" Xian Yu raised his sword to stab.

Even though Liu He's symbolic meaning is greater than reality, he is also the son of their old lord Liu Yu, and now the titular lord, how can he be so provoked by a lowly singer.

"Lieutenant!" Liu He stopped again, he looked away, and waved his right hand weakly, "Forget it, forget it......"

Xian Yufu was angry and put away his sword and sat down, and the Wuhuan leader who was drinking openly on the side came back to his senses.

He could understand the Chinese language, but he couldn't understand what it meant, and he didn't know what the woman was babbling and singing that angered others.

Although he was a little annoyed that Xian Yusuke hit his singer casually, he didn't want to be angry at a snatched woman.

The Wuhuan leader waved his hand, wanting to ask someone to drag it down and deal with it.

Suddenly, he remembered something, waved to the crowd of people drinking around the campfire behind him, and called out, "Alma! ”

A dark-skinned, sturdy young man stepped forward.

This is the young and strong people in the clan that he brought to the south this time, and when the young man was brave and good at fighting to break through Yi Jing, he beheaded Guan Jing, the general under Gongsun Zhan's account, and made him grow a big face in the various departments.

"This woman is yours!" The Wuhuan leader pointed to the woman who was sitting with her head hanging and hugging the Hu Jiqin, and grabbed a large piece of mutton from the desk and threw it over.

Alema stretched out his hand to take the mutton, and then secretly looked at the woman, the woman of the Han family was not like the women in their Wuheng clan, and her black hair was scattered behind her, Alema grinned with some joy.

He half-crouched down and handed the mutton to the woman.

Didn't get the slightest response.

Behind him came the laughter of the clansmen, and Alema turned back impatiently and cursed, and took the mutton in his left hand, wrapped his right arm around the woman's waist and abdomen, and picked her up like a lamb under her armpit.

The woman held the Hu Jiqin in her arms, hung her head, and was carried into the tent in the distance by Alma without resistance amid bursts of cheers and laughter.

When the woman was taken away, the feast quickly resumed its liveliness.

Liu He exhaled lightly, seemingly much more relaxed.

He wiped the wine stains on the desk with his hands, straightened the poured wine bottle, poured another glass of wine, and raised it to salute the Wuheng leader Nanlou Yao, "I don't know if there is any news of Gongsun Yu in the Wang's department?" ”

Nanlou was stunned for a moment, and then put a simple expression on his face, with a straightforward appearance: "Let you rest assured, just wait for the snow to stop, and my son will attack immediately." ”

The implication is that before the snow stops, there will be no dispatch.

Liu He's face sank, could it be that he opened the gate of Youzhou to invite these fishy people to drink and loot?

Now that Gongsun Chan has been defeated, why don't you hurry up and chase after him, but instead feast and drink here every day to have fun!

But as long as these Hu people were willing to actively pursue, the team with the remnants of the Gongsun family would have been wiped out.

Those two missing heads should have been lying in the box next to his pillow!

He can use these heads to comfort his father's spirit in the sky, and then use the power of Yuan Gong to get rid of all these bloody things.

He squeezed the bottle tightly, holding back.

Liu Heqiang raised his head and smiled, "I see, then thank you to the king of Nanlou." ”

He reminded himself that if he endured it a little longer, as long as he used the power of these Hu people to get rid of Gongsun Zhan's evil species, he would definitely be able to re-pacify Youzhou with the help of Yuan Gong, implement benevolent government like his father, and shepherd one side.

Youzhou, north.

The wheels rolled over the mud, knee-high snow turned black under the trampling of the leading team, leaving deep rut marks on the slush that the wheels rolled on.

This team trekking in the wilderness is the remnants of Gongsun who are remembered by Liu Hexin.

Gongsun Yan sat in the rickety carriage, wrapped in a military coat and stretched out with difficulty, this was the third day they set off from the deserted village.

She hammered her sore back, tucked the pen into her notebook, and stopped copying.

Fiddling with the portable stove in the carriage, she lifted the curtain of the carriage to breathe in the air, and at the same time, she looked into the distance to relax and relax her eyes.

The carriage in which Gongsun Yan rode marched in the middle and front of the procession.

From a distance, even if there were only three hundred men and horses, the team of the Long Snake Marching Army looked quite imposing.

For the sake of dirt resistance, all the thermal equipment is a water black, and the unity of this color has formed a very impactful visual experience after the number reaches a certain scale.

Although the Han Dynasty people wearing big cotton pants and military coats looked weird in the eyes of Gongsun Yan.

Gongsun Yan's move of opening the curtain attracted attention.

"Is there anything wrong with the grandson?" Zhao Yunzema, who was accompanying him on the right, came over and asked, and in front of him sat Gongsun Cheng, who was wrapped in a ball.

Gongsun Cheng couldn't bear the loneliness in the carriage, so Zhao Yun took him outside and taught him to ride a horse.

"It's just breathable." Gongsun Yan shook his head and looked at Zhao Yun in a trance, he was like a soldier, wearing a military coat and protective shoes, wearing a windproof hat, and a brown windproof goggles buttoned on the windproof hat, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

As long as she thinks that the person in front of her is Zhao Yun, this dress always makes her feel a sense of absurdity of time confusion.

"Ah Cheng, is it cold?"

Although the sun was hanging in the sky, the temperature in the field was still very low, and the cold wind blew away a trace of ruddy on Gongsun Yan's fair face, she couldn't help but shiver, and asked Gongsun Cheng, who was sitting in front of Zhao Yun's saddle.

Gongsun Cheng was also wearing a tight windproof hat, he sat in Zhao Yun's arms, grabbed Zhao Yun's arm to stabilize his body, and his voice was a little muffled, "It's not cold." ”

Although he doesn't like to talk and is clingy, Gongsun Cheng is only 4 years old in the end, and he is in a small carriage every day, and even Gongsun Yan can't stand it.

Seeing that he could ride a horse, Gongsun Yan's face showed some envy, and riding a horse was not necessarily more comfortable than riding a carriage, but after sitting for three days, Gongsun Yan only felt that his legs were swollen twice.

"Zilong, how long will it take to set up camp."

After getting acquainted, she also called Zhao Yun's words, which was the third time she had asked the same question in an hour.

"It's almost time, I've ordered the scouts to find a camping spot." The windproof hat blocked Zhao Yun's face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice had a hint of a smile, "Please hold on a little longer." ”

"Good!" Gongsun Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then she suddenly remembered something, and said to Zhao Yun: "By the way, Zilong, I will have something for you later." ”

Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment, and the grandson lady wanted to stuff him with some food every once in a while, but he didn't emphasize it like this, he was a little curious, "I don't know what it is?" ”

"Yes......" Gongsun Yan stretched his tone, "Secret!" After saying that, he retracted his head and lowered the curtain.

"Huh?" Looking at the girl sitting in the carriage, she raised the corners of her lips and hid back in the carriage, as if teasing him was very proud, and a pair of cat eyes were full of smiles.

Zhao Yun smiled, this grandson is really a big boy character.

Is it a secret? He was looking forward to it.