Wang Gang glanced back at Yuci County, which was shrouded in snow. Embarked on the official road to Jinyang County.

This time, Zhang Qian took the initiative to ask to take a carriage, and the group hurried away, and the war horses galloped on the official road.

Passing by the pass of a canyon in front of me, the snow on the ground was blown aside by the cold wind, revealing the dark earth.

The carriage came to a sharp stop, and the horses raised their front legs and neighed.

Wang Gang lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and came to the front and asked.

"What's going on?"

"General, there's a robbery ahead," one of the soldiers said.

"Robbery?" Wang Gang was a little puzzled. So many of his own soldiers followed, and there were robbers.

"General, there are a lot of people on the other side, and there are archers," said the sergeant.

"Let's go, let's see," Zhang Liao said and walked to the front.

In front, Zhang Liao and Chu Yu climbed down behind the rocks, looking at the bandits under the hillside in front.

There were about one or two hundred mountain bandits, a few with longbows standing on the hillside, looking down on a group of people below the mountain, and a few merchants.

The leading mountain bandit has a pointed olecranon nose, the tip of the nose is about to touch the upper lip, and there is a scar on the face that looks hideous.

He wore a goatee more than four inches long on his lower mouth and a wide mink jacket.

"Fellow villagers, there are three masters of Panlong Mountain. Approaching the end of the year, there is no food in the mountains, and we bother everyone to take out money and food, we only seek money and do not kill people."

As he spoke, a few little minions stepped forward and began to salute the pedestrians.

A merchant stepped forward to scramble, and half of his arm was cut off with a knife, and he rolled on the ground in pain.

A few minions came to the side of a young scribe. The young man wore a black linen gown, a scarf on his head, and a bamboo basket with bundles of books on his back. It looks like a traveling student, but he is a little older, probably because he has been away all the year round, and his body is on the thin side, and he is more than seven feet tall.

The young scribe was talking to the bandits, and the bandits stopped and looked back at the three masters on the hillside.

Wang Gang was a little curious, he didn't know what the scribe said, he could attract the attention of the big boss on the hillside, and stretched out his hand to press Zhang Liao, who wanted to make a move.

The young scribe said, "I am the grandson of Duan Gong (Duan Cheng), don't hurt me, my family will definitely be ransomed with a lot of money"

Taiwei Duan Cheng, because he has been a border general for a long time, is powerful in the west.

The little minion ran out of ideas for a while, so he had to return the matter to the three masters. The three masters walked up to the scribe and looked directly at the scribe.

"You said that you are Duan Cheng's grandson, but you have a certificate" The eyes of the three masters were like eagles and falcons, and they kept looking up and down.

The young scribe, however, was calm and calm, without the slightest panic.

It's just that no one noticed the cold light in the young scribe's eyes.

"If the third master doesn't believe it, you can send someone to follow me to Duan's house to get the silver, you can see it at a glance," said the young scribe.

"There's no need to go get the silver, it just so happens that the cottage still lacks a bookkeeper, you can go up the mountain with me later," he said, pulling the middle scribe and walking back.

The young scribe was shocked when he heard this, but he didn't say much.

Wang Gang saw that the archers and rattan armor soldiers had come, and he no longer watched the play.

"Zhang Liao, you have to find a way to save that scribe, Chu Yu will shoot with archers, and the archers of those mountain bandits" Wang Gang ordered the two in a low voice.

Dozens of soldiers rushed out, and the mountain bandits were taken aback, and when they saw that there were only a few dozen people coming, they showed disdain.

He was about to let the archers release their arrows, but they saw that the archers of the opposing party shot arrows from thirty paces away.

The three masters were about to open their mouths and laugh a few times, but they saw the sharp arrow pass through the throat of the bandit archer. It was just a salvo, and all the mountain bandit archers fell to the ground, and none of them were spared.

"This,,this can't be" before he could come to his senses. A young military general killed him, and several mountain bandits who went to resist were killed by him one by one.

"Three masters, let's withdraw, we can't stop it," a small minion came over and reported.

The third master looked at the swarthy soldiers in the distance, slaughtering the mountain bandits like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Withdraw," he said, pulling the scribe and running up the hill.

Zhang Liao also hurriedly rushed forward, and the offensive was a little more fierce than before. Zhang Liao rushed away from the mountain bandits, jumped with a jump, and stretched out his knife to block in front of the three masters.

"Leave the dog's life," Zhang Liao said. However, he has some sleeving weapons, after all, the third master still has a scribe in his hand.

Seeing that the road was blocked, the three masters pushed the Chinese priest in his hand towards Zhang Liao's side, and the big knife in his hand also stabbed the back of the scribe's heart.

Zhang Liao wanted to come to the rescue, but it was still too late. Seeing that the big sword was about to pierce the thin scribe.

At this moment, a sharp arrow flew in, and the big knife of the Chinese warrior, only to hear the sound, the big knife of the three masters flew out of his hand and broke into two. The three masters were also overturned to the ground by a huge force.

Zhang Liao stepped forward, raised his knife in his hand, and cut off the heads of the three masters.

When the other bandits saw that the three masters had been killed, they hurriedly fled into the mountains and disappeared.

Zhang Liao brought the young scribe to Wang Gang.

"Thank you to the general for his life," he said and saluted Wang Gang.

"Sir, don't be polite, this is a matter within the general's responsibility, I don't know where Mr. is going, but go to Duangong's house" Wang Gang asked, feeling that this scribe is not so simple.

"Don't blame the general, I'm not Duan Gong's grandson, I just acted cheaply" The young scribe was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, I don't know the name of Mr." Wang Gang asked casually, preparing to go to the carriage and continue on his way.

"In Xia Jiaxu," said the young scribe, waving his hands.

Wang Gang, who was about to turn around, stumbled and sat on the ground.

Next to him, Chu Yu and Zhang Liao hurriedly stepped forward to help them up, and Jia Xu on the side was also inexplicable.

"You are Jia Xu, Jia Wenhe" Wang Gang looked at the young scribe and blurted out.

"It's under the bottom, I don't know how the general knows the words below" Even if Jia Xu is resourceful, he can't guess that a young general knows him.

Wang Gang can't say that I have traveled through time, and your name will still be known after two thousand years.

"That, I heard the tutor mention it" Wang Gang told a lie.

Although Jia Xu was still a little skeptical, it was not good to continue to ask. He can't ask other people about the master, it seems very rude.

"That gentleman went to Jinyang and walked together, and there was a good care on the way, and the family teacher was behind." Wang Gang said.

This is Jia Xu, he must not let go, as for why Jia Xu didn't come to Liangzhou and merge with the state, he doesn't know.

"Then I'm going to bother," he said, following Wang Gang to the carriage behind. He also wanted to meet the general's home teacher.

Jia Xu looked at an old man standing next to the carriage, and looked at himself wisely.

Wang Gang hurriedly spoke.

"Sir, this is the one you told me, Jia Xu, Jia Wenhe" After speaking, he didn't forget to look at Zhang Qian.

"Student Jia Xu, I've seen Mr." Jia Xu made a disciple salute.

"Wenhe, let's get on the carriage first" said and took Jia Xu's hand and got into the carriage. It's like an old friend I haven't seen for many years, and it's kind and natural.