The ancestral chariot staggered to the distant pass, and the surrounding people walked to guard the cart, and Dian Wei looked at the surrounding fields and foothills from time to time, listening to the cicadas and birds, and whether there were other strange sounds.

On the six-wheeled and six-horse cart, Daoist Li walked out of the surprised eyes of the soldier driving, came to his side, and said, "Drive well." He meditated cross-legged lightly.

A faint green smoke drifted out of the curtain of the car, and Su Chen sat on a tiger skin chair, and the words of the emperors came from the spiritual position in his ears.

"These barbarians have the same virtue as the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Turkic, and Mongol back then, as long as they commit a border, they will attack the weakest people." Zhu Di's spiritual position sounded his voice.

"Ahem, I never went south to Han until I died." Temujin's voice rang out.

"This tragedy, these emperors are in the palace all the year round, but I have seen the description in writing, but I really look at it in my eyes, which makes people feel heartbroken!" Guangwu Emperor Liu Xiu's voice was low, "If Changsheng lets me come out......"

"What are you going to do? Give them a shooting star? Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin said: "But Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty is admirable, and he would rather spend some incense than get Huo Huqi to ride for Changsheng to fight the Xirong people." ”

"I'm the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and I don't have a bad seed!" Liu Bang's spiritual position spoke.

"No? I don't know which one was surrounded by the Huns in Baishan Mountain. Li Shimin smiled and followed.

As soon as the spirit position was noisy and shouting with each other, Li Shimin's spirit position turned around and faced Su Chen: "Next, how should Changsheng fight?" ”

On the tiger skin chair, Su Chen sat there with a golden knife, his eyes cold and indifferent looking out of the flickering car curtain in front of him.

"First repel this Xirong people, and then, go back to Yanjing, this year's autumn harvest has been, and there is just enough grain to support the army to fight a big battle."

As he spoke, the slow wheels gradually turned, and Wu Zixun came outside the curtain.

"King Qiyu, it's time to Yantang Pass."

At this time, Lu Bu and other generals in the pass had already come to greet them, and they also selected a group of soldiers to line up in a queue on the street, and the people in the pass stood on the side of the street and looked at the king who entered the pass.

The Youyan Army, the Slave Soldiers, and Qin Qiong's new army stayed outside the pass, and only 1,500 shield halberders came in to escort the cart forward, and they had iron shields and long halberds in their hands, and they were tall and looked extremely powerful.

On the cart, Su Chen opened the curtain and stood on the chariot, his eyes swept over the long street, the buildings were dilapidated and damaged, the rammed hard soil road was full of potholes, the soldiers and people on both sides, their clothes and armor were dirty, and even their clothes were ragged to describe, their faces had a sad look, and many people still had tears in their eyes that had just cried.

"Stop!"

Su Chen raised his hand, the soldier driving the car quickly pulled the reins, and the ancestral chariot stopped in the middle of this street, Lu Bu, Zhao Yun and the others hurried over, wanting to dissuade Su Chen from leaving, after all, there are many people here, maybe there are assassins lurking for the art of immortality.

"I want to say something."

Su Chen didn't move, he untied the Xia Wang sword and threw it to Wu Zixun on the side, pursed his lips, and turned his head to sweep the stains and wounds on the faces of the soldiers and people around him.

"Lonely, I am grateful to the soldiers of Yantang Pass, the people here!" Su Chen slowly raised his hands and bowed a few times to the surroundings.

The picture of King Xia, wearing mighty armor, standing on the chariot and bowing down to the people and soldiers on the street, made many people on the street stand still in this scene, some people covered their mouths and choked and sobbed, and some people knelt on the side of the street.

A white-haired old man knelt on the side of the street, with his cane at his feet, looking at King Xia over there, his beard trembling, it was the biggest voice in his life, and he shouted in a choked voice.

"King, kill Xirong!"

The people on both sides of the street knelt on the ground, red eyes and cried: "King, kill Xirong!" ”

Farther away, many people were coming, kneeling in front of the street, kowtowing, and shouting the same words with others.

"King, kill Xirong!"

The voices came like a tsunami, and the voices of countless people were mixed together, and the emotions of grief and grief made the generals who followed around the ancestral carriage, Zhao Yun, Lei Tong, Li Xuanba, Dian Wei, Zhang Yi, Qin Qiong, Zhang Yu, etc., gritted their teeth, and even Lu Bu's eyes were cold.

In Su Chen's sleeve, the golden token with the word 'Huo' written on it seemed to feel all this, and trembled slightly.

"King, the people of Yantang Pass, almost every household has a common enmity with the Xirong people!" The old man raised his gray head, and his face was full of tears.

Su Chen pursed his lips and stepped out of the car, strode over and helped the old man up, his voice was loud.

"Lone is here to kill Xirong, this time, Lone wants to completely solve the trouble in the north, so that the children and grandchildren of Yantang Pass will no longer be harassed and tortured by the Xirong people, and Lone will completely wipe out the grassland Xirong!"

Su Chen patted the dust off the old man's robe, turned around and walked back to the chariot, and the sound of internal force was spreading in the long street.

"The Xijon people have such a big grassland, they have lived there for generations, but they think about how to get the benefit from us, killing people, plundering food and women, and since they have done this, it is time for the lonely to do the same."

The tall and mighty body spread out its hands.

"The lonely soldiers, the sons of Dayan, since they like to plunder, like to oppress our parents and relatives, and let many of our people die, then we should also let them taste this taste, we will destroy their country, destroy their species, cut off their descendants, trample their grasslands, plunder their cattle, sheep and women......"

Su Chen's voice was word-by-word, gritting his teeth and chewing iron.

"Kou can go, I can go too!"

In the voice, Pei Min has already returned, and there are more than 20 people from the embroidery department who came back together, most of them are in the realm of three or four grades, and it is still easy to eliminate the bandits in the mountains, not to mention that there is a sword god like Pei Min.

"Get on your knees!"

More than a dozen Yanshan thieves were pushed up by the blood-stained embroidery master and knelt on the ground.

Su Chen pointed at them and said to the surrounding people and soldiers: "It's not enough for these thieves to wreak havoc in the mountains, they teamed up with foreigners to show them the way, so that the people outside Yantang Pass suffered one by one, how different is it from the original Qi Baoguo?!" ”

"Cut off their heads, and hang them before the gates of the western city."

This group of originally vicious Yanshan bandits immediately trembled with fright, where is there still a bandit in the mountain, just about to speak, the embroidery division of the people stepped forward to draw their knives, in front of the people and soldiers on the street, the knife fell in their hands.

The heads of the people with frightened expressions fell to the ground one by one.

……

The sky gradually tilted, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes on the street.

Su Chen watched the weeping people leave, holding the token in his hand.

"Generals, the pressure is on our shoulders."

"Yes!"

Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Li Xuanba and others surrendered in unison, and the streets were shaken.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind the generals.

"It's so lively......"

Hearing this, everyone turned around in unison, and saw a red horse flicking its tail, and a young general dressed in a red uniform with two armors on horseback was smiling at them.

Wearing a red cloak, the helmet was gently stroking in the wind, he released the sword head at his waist and slowly raised his hand.

“…… Are you ready to fight the Huns? ”

(End of chapter)