The Huns came.

At first, they just looked at it from a distance, and then quickly turned back, and the snow cakes lifted by the hooves of the horses were raised high, and there was quite a bit of violent aesthetic connotation from a distance.

Then, the number began to slowly increase, ranging from seven or eight to twenty or so, and after parading around in the distance, they departed without making direct contact with the Han army.

These are just rangers, equivalent to scouts of the Han Empire's army, responsible for reconnaissance and spying on military intelligence.

But for some reason, these guys didn't hide their tracks, but swaggered through the market, came and went freely, very unscrupulous.

Yang Chuan was very nervous, holding a bamboo spear five or six feet taller than himself, hiding behind the wall of the stone barrier, and peeking out from time to time.

He has killed many people, seen many Huns, Qiang, Loulan, and Ding Lingren, and has had many conflicts and battles with them...... For him, any way to defeat the enemy is a good way.

But in the strict sense of the word, this is his first time.

After a few snowfalls in a row, after the sun came out, it became even colder, and the wind outside the plug was blowing, making the big banner of the word "Han" at the head of the city hunting.

Yang Chuan wanted to pee very much, this feeling was very bad.

And what made him feel even worse was that there were two more people behind the battlements of the city wall.

One is Choi-Jiu of the Great Nagato; The other one who came with him was a young man with a tiger head.

The young man was dressed in a beautiful white iron fish scale armor, carrying a large boxwood bow, holding his head high, walking around the city wall as if no one was around, and when he saw those Hun rangers, his face was full of eagerness.

I don't know what's going on, seeing this young man's proud appearance, Yang Chuan felt panicked in his heart, and inexplicably didn't want to pay attention to this second coercion.

Didn't you just wear a beautiful iron armor? Aren't you carrying a boxwood bow on your back? Isn't it handsome......

Well, Yang Chuan had to admit that the moment he saw this young man, his mood was a little unstable, and vaguely, there was a wave of jealousy, envy and hatred for some reason.

HE~TUI!

"Oh, it's Uncle Cui Jiu, what kind of wind blew you here?" Yang Chuan said hello lazily.

Cui Jiu looked at the proud young man, his eyes were full of doting, and he didn't hear Yang Chuan's greetings.

Seeing this, Yang Chuan also closed his mouth with interest.

This old thief didn't know when he came, when the Huns' rangers appeared, he seemed to appear on the city wall immediately, a linen dress fluttering in the cold wind, barefoot on two broken straw sandals, looking quite windy.

No matter how you look at it, Yang Chuan feels that this old thief is not like the big Changmen of Weiyang Palace, but more like a running river-

Either he is a senior master, or he is a typical pretend criminal, who can't even afford a decent pair of shoes, so he can only hold on like this.

How cold is the wind outside the plug, at least about minus 25 degrees, the old thief's outfit looks terribly cold, unless people's martial arts cultivation is too high, they are not afraid of the cold and heat.

However, Yang Chuan estimated that this old thief should also be cold.

Because he found that after just a while, Cui Jiu's face became even paler, and that layer of eerie pale cyan gradually turned purple and blue in the wind outside the plug......

"Little thief Yang Chuan, are you afraid?" Cui Jiu took his eyes off the young man, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked at the northern snowfield intently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I'm definitely afraid, Uncle Cui Jiu, when will the boy's reward come?" Yang Chuan craned his neck and asked, "Also, when will I be able to return to Chang'an City?" ”

"You can just survive this battle," Cui Jiu said indifferently: "However, if you die, those rewards will be gone." ”

Nonsense, people are dead, why do you want to be rewarded!

Then, the two of them stopped talking.

Once the Huns' rangers appeared, it meant that in these two or three days, the cavalry of the brigade would sweep in like a tide, and the tattered stone barriers could resist?

In this regard, Yang Chuan has no confidence at all.

In his opinion, this city wall is only more than two zhang high, which is inferior to the fort used by the landlords and old rich men in later generations to defend against bandits......

I have to say that those film and television dramas kill people.

The high walls are deep, the fresh clothes and bright armor, the bows and crossbows are like rain, the iron-blooded banners are ready for battle, the war drums are pounding, and the wolf smoke is everywhere......

Well, none of that.

The soldiers of the Han Empire had a very hard life, whether it was food or armor and soldiers, in Yang Chuan's view, they were almost a group of rabble, and they were all older and weaker than the other, and they didn't see it at all.

The only thing that surprised Yang Chuan was that these veterans saw the Huns, not only did they not feel afraid, but everyone was overjoyed, and there seemed to be a fire of fanaticism and excitement burning in everyone's eyes.

In the stone barrier, everyone moved.

repairing bows and crossbow armor, preparing ordnance, and pulling out the war horses that have been nesting for two months, so that they can move their muscles and bones to kill the enemy; Even the firehead soldiers were busy, slaughtering a lot of sheep, and each soldier could get ten catties of fat mutton.

Without exception, the ten catties of fat mutton were preserved and hung on the wall outside the barracks, and after a night of severe cold, they all froze into ice lumps.

Almost everyone said that when they cut off a Hun head on the battlefield, they could exchange for military merit and wine, and when that time came, they could eat the ten catties of meat with peace of mind, so that they would not be in vain to be a good man!

This scene once again refreshed Yang Chuan's cognition.

He also thought that the veterans, like himself, were 'lowly people', at the bottom of society, like a group of obscure lambs, who were blinded and bullied by the powerful, and had no feelings for this Han Empire.

Every time a Hun ranger appeared, they would be so excited that even their breathing would become two or three times thicker.

And whenever those wolves run away, the old soldiers will be depressed, and those muddy old eyes that are covered with are full of regret and frustration, and they can't help but spit a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm outside the city wall......

……

"Yang Chuan thieves, you see, they are the real big men."

Just as Yang Chuan was observing those veterans, Cui Jiu suddenly said: "You are smarter than all of them, you have read and read Mengmeng, and your cooking skills are quite okay, but why are you bent on escaping?" ”

"Who said I was going to run away!" Yang Chuan glanced at the old thief and said angrily.

Cui Jiu shook his head and said indifferently: "You think in your heart." ”

The battle was approaching, Yang Chuan was in a very bad mood, he spat outside the city wall, and said, "Uncle Cui Jiu, are you the roundworm in the kid's stomach?" Can you still see a person's heart? ”

Somehow, although he couldn't stop comforting himself in his heart, he didn't want to provoke this old thief, but he just couldn't hold back the anger in his chest.

Soon, he realized that the source of his unstable mood was the young man who came with Cui Jiu, which made him a little annoyed.

Damn, Lao Tzu is only thirteen years old, and he is going to die on the battlefield.

Look at the people again, they are both young people, and when the big war starts, that kid will definitely run away in advance with the old thief Cui......

Cui Jiu walked over, squatted opposite Yang Chuan, revealing a pair of pink silk crotch pants, and said expressionlessly: "What's so beautiful about people's hearts, they are all red when they are opened, and they are not interesting." ”

The old thief untied a purple-skinned gourd from his waist, as if he wanted to take two sips of wine, but unexpectedly, he poured several times with his mouth wide open and leaning on his thin neck like chicken intestines, but not a drop of wine came out.

Yang Chuan smiled: "Uncle Cui Jiu, the wine gourd is frozen hard." ”

Cui Jiu glared at Yang Chuan, tied the wine gourd back to his waist, and left the city wall without saying a word.

Looking at the back of the old thief's thin bamboo pole, Yang Chuan had the heart to spit out, but he couldn't help it, just set his eyes on the second-class boy, and for no reason it was a burst of annoyance.

'Who said I'm going to run away?' ’

"This cook has just made some necessary preparations, and once the fortress is breached, he can leave a way for himself and those veterans to live......

……

"You're a cook?"

Suddenly, just when Yang Chuan was indignant, the tiger-headed young man came over and glanced at Yang Chuan condescendingly: "I'm hungry, go, get some food, master, I'm full to kill the enemy." ”

Yang Chuan was holding a belly of fire, without raising his head, and asked angrily: "Hemp, who are you?" ”

The young man was stunned, held his head high, and said indifferently: "A certain family, Huo Quai." ”