Overnight, all the soldiers on the wall of Jixian County were replaced by warriors with bright armor, and the early morning sun rendered the imperial flag on the head of the city, and the flag body unicorn was shining with the sun, symbolizing the majesty of the royal family.

Looking at the city from afar, Zhang Liao cast an admiring and proud gaze at the majestic imperial flag, and the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate for many days, and this escort mission was about to end, and he could finally get rid of these tiresome Huns.

Zhang Liao, Zhang Wenyuan, the future general of Wei, was still an immature teenager at this time.

Zhang Liao was born in Yanmen Mayi, because his hometown is located in the northern border, since he was a child, his hometown was often killed and looted by the Hu people, and he tore up with the Hu people since he was sensible.

The war horse is yellow and brown, single-barrel armor, and the appearance is younger than Liu Cang, with a young face but an iron sword, and two short spears hanging on the side of the war horse, walking between the Hun cavalry, accompanied by the Han army.

seems to show the cruelty of the border war, and a young soldier at the border is appropriate.

"Tun Chief, send a message that Liu Tingshi plans to go out of the city to greet him, should we send a team of brothers to investigate first?" Riding his horse to the side of a middle-aged soldier, facing the middle-aged soldier, Zhang Liao's face was still cold.

"And send a group of brothers to report the news, inform the leader of the Huns, Yan Han envoy will come out, the status is noble, and he is ordered to prepare to meet him." Zhang Liao has thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his appearance is good, and now Zhang Liao's face is as tender as a child, but the middle-aged soldiers will not talk to him with half contempt.

"Whoa!" Zhang Liao clenched his fists to receive the order, and when he drove the horse away, he skimmed to the Hun cavalry around him, and his face could not hide his disgust.

Xiongnu, the Mongolian steppe at the end of the Han Dynasty was occupied by Xianbei, and the Northern Xiongnu who were enemies of the Han had already fled westward, and the Southern Xiongnu surrendered to the Han, and there were also some neutral nomadic tribes that were not south or north, and were ambiguous to the Han Dynasty.

These tribes were generally small in size, and they were often confronted by the Han army against the Xianbei Hu, who also plundered them.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, the Yanmen border army often fought against the Hu people together with the Xiongnu, and it was unreasonable for Zhang Liao or the commander of the army to be hostile to the Xiongnu.

If we want to talk about the source of this emotion, we have to say that whenever the border army fights with the Xiongnu, it often loses more than wins, and the battle situation is chaotic.

Those Xiongnu did not want to form a mortal enmity with the plundering Hu people, and they would not fight to the death when they were torn apart. Fuel the momentum of others, and also disrupt the formation of the Han army.

The Central Plains only said that the Xiongnu were barbaric and good at war, but they did not know that the Han army at the border was deeply hated for them.

Even if they were plundered, these Xiongnu did not dare to form a mortal enmity with the Xianbei Hu people. In this way, it became a habit that the raiders usually only robbed the children and even the women.

But sometimes it is inevitable to encounter some ruthless people, when the murderer appears, those so-called Saiwai Huns who yearn for white clouds and freedom will come to Han to seek refuge just like the current team escorted by Zhang Liao and his party.

To put it bluntly, we haven't reached a dead end, we just indulge and love freedom, find you for lack of food, ask for you for lack of clothing, and be Hermes-Epitek when you pay taxes and abide by the rules? Hehe...

And this situation also made the border army more and more disgusted with them.

Jixian County is in sight, and now the Han army in this tun where Zhang Liao is located is ordered to send troops from Yanmen to escort the defeated Huns along the way.

What disgusted the Han army the most was the Hun cavalry of less than 1,000 people, dragging their families and mouths, and the size of the entire team was no less than 10,000 people.

The so-called "all the people of the Xiongnu are soldiers", and it can also be said that ninety percent of their soldiers are also herdsmen.

The bloated team was stinky all the way, but a large number of cattle and sheep were followed by the rear of the team, or a large number of cattle and sheep were mixed with a group of Huns.

Escorting such a team is like caring for their livestock, which makes these border soldiers feel extremely aggrieved.

At the same time, these border troops knew that when this Xiongnu entered the Han Dynasty, the imperial court was likely to give them a pasture with lush water and grass in Youzhou, and the Han people were not allowed to enter that pasture.

After all, there is no shortage of such precedents in Youzhou.

"Damn it!" Cursing softly, looking at the herds of cattle and sheep at the back of the team, Zhang Liao's eyes were a little more disgusted.

"Huh? What's going on in the rear? The general ordered that Zhang Liao was thinking about getting rid of these Huns as soon as possible, but when he saw the place where the women and children of the Xiongnu family members and children were gathered in the rear, there was a sudden chaos, and Zhang Liao couldn't help but ask a cavalryman beside him.

"Zhou Jun, report to the tun chief. Let's go, follow me and see. "When asked about the cavalry, the cavalry was not clear about the situation, Zhang Liao, a ranger in Shi Naitun, and when he gave the order, Zhang Liao led several horsemen to run to the chaotic place.

Chickens flying and dogs jumping, when Zhang Liao rode his horse to the chaos, what he saw was a scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

The Xiongnu rear team had a large number of vehicles, mainly carrying some tent hides and Xiongnu living materials, and then they drove cattle and sheep and a small number of horses.

The rear team was bloated, and I saw a Han boy besieged by more than a dozen Huns.

The Han boy was dressed in a black cloth robe, holding an iron knife, and was also supported by a peer lying on the ground.

The besieging Han youths included Xiongnu teenagers with sticks, Xiongnu women with sharp knives, and four or five Hun cavalrymen.

The Hun cavalry here is generally over forty years old, and they are all men with old faces, who belong to the people who have been eliminated from the battle sequence by the Huns.

"Stop!" Seeing that the Han family's sons were trapped, Zhang Liao held a gun in both hands, scolded loudly, and led the team to speed up.

"Get out of the way!" Almost at the same time as Zhang Liao's reprimand, I saw the Han boy who was originally trapped shouting a chopping knife.

The purple light sword shadow appeared, and a Hun cavalryman holding a scimitar, as if he wanted to capture the young man, was shrouded in the shadow of the knife.

The shadow of the knife passed, and the head of the cavalry war horse was thrown away, and the blood spurted out half a meter, and even drenched half of the Han boy's trouser leg.

And the cavalry used a scimitar to parry the shadow of the knife in panic, and the sound of golden lightning shattering, the Hun cavalry was chopped and flew upside down in the air.

The cavalry fell to the ground, rolled several laps and got up in embarrassment, cautiously shouted, and the Huns, surrounded by Han boys, retreated with the drink.

The original cruel expressions of the Xiongnu women and children were filled with horror, and the encirclement was immediately expanded, leaving two Han teenagers conspicuous in an open space.

"Yu!" Zhang Liao exclaimed, several accompanying Han soldiers beside him slowed down at the same time, seeing the violent sword of the Han youth, Zhang Liao and the others did not dare to approach blindly, but they immediately surrounded the circle.

"Dangchang!" The iron knife broke, and Liu Cang's eyes flashed cramped, but it was Gang Qi who once again washed away the iron knife in his hand, and the besieged black-clothed young man, besides Liu Cang, who else could be.

Liu Cang was trapped, Zhang Fei was lying on the ground, the black clothes were Zhang Fei's, and the two changed their clothes. At this time, Zhang Fei was wearing Liu Cang's thick linen shoulders, lying on the ground humming and chirping, and his body was stained with a lot of horse blood, as if he was seriously injured.

"Who are you waiting for, what are you doing here?" Outside the encirclement, Zhang Liao questioned Liu Cang loudly, but his eyes were guarding against the surrounding Huns, and there were already soldiers beside Zhang Liao who touched the short bow behind him.

Who? Why? Obviously, Zhang Liao doesn't understand the situation of later generations, to put it simply, Liu Cang, come here to touch porcelain!