On plains covered with thin snow.

A white horse galloped lightly, galloping past, slush splashing, stepping out of small pits, revealing the tender grass sprouting in the mud.

Zhang leaned down on his horse, and an iron arrow grazed his sideburns, taking away a trace of flesh.

He originally intended to divert the enemy army to buy time for Wang Wu to report the news, but he did not expect that the Hu cavalry behind him was not an ordinary Wuhuan man.

The arrows flew by, letting out a sharp roar.

They did not use the simple bone arrows that the Hu people were accustomed to, but fine iron arrows.

The Hu man behind him seemed to be deliberately teasing them, sometimes speeding past them, sometimes following them from a distance.

Like a cat and mouse, he joked about the safari and showed off his superb archery skills.

A hint of anger flashed across his young face.

There are fewer and fewer knights following him.

The white horse under his crotch was exhausted, and under his urging, he struggled to raise his hooves, and his lips were full of white foam.

Although the high-quality feed in the army will be raised for half a month, so that it is very strong and energetic.

But after a long run with all his might, the horse had reached its limit.

Sorry, old man.

It just can't be stopped.

Zhang stroked the sweaty horse's neck in distress, and his body shook in embarrassment.

It is also necessary to buy time for Wang Wu and the messenger who returns to Xiangguan to report the news.

It is the tired and tenacious run of the prey that can arouse the interest of the hunter.

Zhang Zhu looked around, and before he knew it, he was the only one left in the team.

At this time, the hunter behind him also seemed to have lost the interest in continuing the chase.

A tripwire with stones falling from both ends flew close to the ground.

Entangled the white horse's running hind hooves.

This is the rope throwing technique that Hu Qi is used to.

The white horse was tripped and stumbled.

He flew forward with the horse's scar, and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang instinctively protected the vital point, and rolled on the ground a few times.

The exhausted white horse's hooves were broken, and he fell to the ground without a sound.

didn't have time to breathe, his chest rolled over with a burst of fishy sweetness, he turned over and got up, he didn't care about wiping the blood on his head and face, and pulled out the head knife hanging from his waist.

A man shouted and chased after him, and surrounded Zhang Zhu and the dead white horse in the middle.

They galloped around in circles, whistling and screaming.

Holding the knife openly, hunched back, his expression was cold, like a sleepy lone wolf.

The sound of jingling bells came from far and near.

The surrounding Hu rode out of the way to both sides.

A very tall black horse slowly approached.

The black horse is dressed in multicolored knots and tied with a string of shiny bells.

A young man with deep eyebrows and a heroic demeanor rode on a horse, he had the bearded hair of the Wuhuan people, but he wore the fine armor of the Han people.

The young man who was casually playing with the horsewhip in his hand looked at Zhang with interest.

"You're a white horse, aren't you?" The young man raised his chin openly, and his Chinese language was very standard, "Gongsun Zhan's white horse is righteous." ”

Zhang Zhu did not reply, he stared at the young man's head hanging from the saddle, hanging in a string with his hair.

Brass bells hung from the saddle, beside several dead and unclosed faces, and for the young man of the Hu people, this was his proud prey and collection.

1，2，3，4，……

He carefully examined the faces of the heads.

Count all the way to 9.

Zhang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

There are two missing, no Wang Wu!

He could recognize that none of the faces of the Gongsun family who had been shot off the horse appeared here.

All these heads belonged to Wang Wu and the white horse he brought out.

Obviously, this young man of the Hu people had a very obvious preference when choosing the spoils of war.

The team that went to the pass to report the news should have been intercepted and annihilated.

But Wang Wu, who had gone south to find the traces of the team, and a certain soldier escaped, and did not suffer the humiliation of this fishy or the like.

They should be able to find the team and warn Zhao Duwei in time.

Thinking of this, his face showed a hint of relief.

As long as this is the case, his actions are meaningful.

The young man of the Hu people looked at his open gaze in displeasure, and the nine heads by the saddle reminded him that his hunt was not complete.

"Did the pieces come back?" The young man suddenly frantically gave a whip to his side.

The man was wearing the same military coat as Zhang, stained with blood, and must have been stripped from a corpse.

Hu Cong still couldn't put it down and stroked the new clothes, so he was whipped.

The whip made a terrible wind and snapped on his back.

made him grin in pain through his thick clothes.

But he didn't show the slightest dissatisfaction, touched the injury, and replied with a hippie smile in Wuhuan language: "Don't worry, Xiao Shuai, Tu Ta has led 20 tribe masters, and he will definitely be able to bring back those two white rabbits who escaped." ”

Slaughter? The young man of the Hu people, who was known as Xiao Shuai, looked a little lighter, and seemed to have great confidence in this person called Tu Ta.

He turned his attention back to Zhang Zhu, and his eyes lit up when he saw the head knife in Zhang Zhu's hand, "Are you still a general of the White Horse Yicong?" ”

Speaking of this, the young man laughed, and the laughter vibrated back and forth, shaking people's eardrums, "I didn't expect to have such a good prey!" ”

Hearing this, Zhang pulled out a contemptuous laugh, and he raised the saber in his hand: "Do you want it?" Get it yourself. ”

Although he can't understand Wuhuan language, he is a calm and observant person, and he can guess a little bit about the content of the conversation.

He licked his lips, put his left hand in his mouth, and pulled out half of his broken molar.

He spat on the ground with blood, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his forehead.

Raising his eyebrows, he hooked his finger at the young man Hu who was riding high on his horse, "Come on!" ”

Zhang's contempt and provocation aroused the dissatisfaction of many Hu people's young people.

They shouted, drew their bows and arrows, and were about to shoot Zhang Zhu on the spot.

Several black-robed men turned over and dismounted, drawing their scimitars from their waists.

Zhang sneered, took off his hood and threw it aside, unbuttoned his coat, and removed the armor he was wearing inside.

Tear off the hairband and wrap your right hand tightly with the handle of the head knife in a circle.

He shouted angrily: "Come on! Sons of Dogs! ”

Zhang's fearless style calmed some people and angered others.

A hint of interest appeared on the face of the young man of the Hu people, he was not provoked by Zhang's method, and still sat firmly on the back of the horse.

With a flick of the bell, the young man moved his fingers and beckoned a few angry servants to come forward.

Bent down and whispered a few words to a servant.

He straightened up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as if thinking of something interesting.

Five or six servants who had obeyed his instructions stepped forward.

The young man of the Hu people looked at the man with his hair scattered and stood in the middle of the field, his back straight as loose.

He slowly raised his right hand lightly.

Then, swing it down.