The man didn't expect this cowardly old woman to dare to hurt people, and he happened to have his back to the old woman, and he didn't notice it for a while, but he was hit by the old woman's full strength, and broke his head.

Now this life is not easy, she is an old woman has a few days to live, it is better to pull a cushion before she dies.

Blood immediately gushed out of the man's head, and he glared angrily, "You dare to hit me!"

The old woman was stared at by his fierce eyes, and her heart trembled, these days, the common people are very afraid of officials, she was also dizzy with anger just now, and she dared to beat the official master.

The man covered his head and walked towards her, his head was a little dazed, and he staggered when he walked, as if he would fall in the next second.

The little boy was still whining and crying, and the old woman came to her senses in an instant, and took a few steps back, and the man's accomplices saw that the old woman dared to do something, and immediately became furious, and took three steps and made two steps, picked up the old woman and threw her to the ground.

"Grandmother!" the little boy's voice was poignant, his feet kicking wildly, struggling, "you let go of me!"

The man who beat the old woman walked up to the man holding the little boy and dragged the little boy to the old woman who fell to the ground, and the old woman lay on the ground unable to move, her eyes were full of tears, and her body was covered with despair.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the man lifted him up and said viciously: "Wasn't it very powerful just now? Why didn't you move? Get up! ”

The man who was hit hugged his head and wailed, and said angrily: "Leave her alone, go back to the city quickly, and find a doctor to show me, oops!"

In the wind and snow, a group of people carried the crying little boy and walked away, the old woman lay on the ground for a while, but still could not recover, her body bones were already weak, and this time it was even worse, the man kicked her with a few kicks that were ruthless.

The temperature outside was getting lower and lower, there was no enough clothing on her body to keep her warm, her lips began to turn purple, the breath of life gradually weakened, her skinny hands hung weakly on the snow-covered ground, her eyes were closed, life was passing slowly, and finally in such a snowy day, she finished her life.

Shen Bujiao and the others stood silently aside, the wind and snow around them seemed to be quiet, the sky was gloomy and almost condensed ink, and the village was silent.

The dilapidated hut stood silently in the cold wind, the wooden door creaked in the north wind, the raging cold wind broke through the door, rolled up the messy straw spread on the bed, and the sparks of firewood burning in the kitchen gradually extinguished......

All of this seemed extremely bleak and bleak, and Shen Bujiao felt as if his heart was blocked by something, and he couldn't breathe.

Ah Wan sighed heavily, "Hey, let's go." ”

These figures, who have long been sealed in the dust of history, are just bystanders and can do nothing.

It was a long time before the villagers dared to open the door of their house and inspect the outside, and the old woman's body had long been buried in the snowstorm.

In 123 BC, the sixth year of Yuan Shuo.

Shen Bujiao and the others were still circling in the north, and they felt that it had not been long since the old woman incident, but in fact, the time of this world had already changed a few times.

The burning, killing and looting of the Xiongnu continued, and they could now afford to see some of the Huns galloping on their horses laughing wildly and looting the grain and cloth of the Han people.

Everything of value was looted, and wailing, crying, and laughter were heard endlessly.

Shen Bujiao's eyes changed, and Sanqing looked into the distance, "They won't be free for many days." ”

Xiao Yue'er tilted her head and asked, "Why?"

Sanqing turned his head and smiled: "Because, the god of war is here." ”

Sanqing was right, Wei Qing gathered the Han army to attack the Xiongnu directly, but the god of war he said was not Wei Qing, but his nephew - Huo Quai.

This is the first time that Huo Qubing went out with his uncle Wei Qing to fight against the Huns, he left the army when he was young and vigorous, led 800 people, traveled hundreds of miles long distance, and ran head-on into the Hun army, and under an order, 800 warriors beheaded more than 2,000 enemy troops, and became famous in a battle, shocking the entire Han Dynasty, at that time, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy.

His deeds reached the hands of the supreme ruler of the Han Dynasty, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty made him the champion of the three armies.

In 121 BC, the nineteen-year-old Huo Qubing was appointed as the general of the hussars, attacked the Xiongnu twice, annihilated more than 40,000 enemies, and captured five Xiongnu kings.

In 119 B.C., the twenty-one-year-old Huo Qubing led 50,000 cavalry, went deep into the north of the desert more than 2,000 miles, and the Xiongnu Zuoxian Wang Department engaged in battle, annihilated more than 70,000 enemies, and chased the victory to the wolf Juxu Mountain, here, he held a sacrifice to the heavens, and then, he chased the Huns all the way, until the Hanhai before returning to the army, the Huns fled far away, and there was no royal court in Monan.

Huo Qubing didn't know that in the millennium of later generations, because of the figure in the Hexi Corridor, because of the courage of the three armies, because of the invincibility of Mobei, and because of the invincible heroic appearance of the wolf Juxu, it has become the lifelong dream of famous generals of all generations.

Maybe Huo Qubing was born to recover the territory of the Han Dynasty, and when the territory returns, his task will be completed.

In 117 B.C., at the age of twenty-four, Huo Qu died of illness suddenly, his life was very short, but it was extremely gorgeous, and he left a name in history.

His life is forever fixed at the moment when he sings on his horse, he is always the young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, the hero who fought thousands of miles, and the most magnificent poem in Chinese history!

Shen Bujiao recalled everything about him in the history books, and sighed sincerely, "If he hadn't died at the age of twenty-four, how magnificent his life would have been!"

From the age of seventeen to twenty-four, in just seven years, he grew from an unknown young man to a god of war who terrified the Huns!

His seven years are worth the lives of many people, and it is no wonder that later generations of generals have taken the title of wolf as their lifelong pursuit and glory.

Sanqing looked at the army of the Han Dynasty that confronted the Huns, and among the Jin Ge Iron Horse, the young man in his prime was so conspicuous, and his flying heroic posture, young man's vigor and blood were undoubtedly revealed.

He rode on a tall horse, with the killing spirit of the battlefield, his eyes were firm and sharp, his tone was sonorous and powerful, and he raised his arms and shouted, "The Huns are tyrannical, they are good at opening soldiers, bullying my compatriots, Huo Quai's illness is ordered by the Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty, and the righteous soldiers will be punished by heaven, and those who dare to bully me with a staff will be killed!"

The murderous spirit of the last two words was overflowing, and the blood of the soldiers boiled when they heard it, and they clearly knew who they were fighting for!