Overnight, all the soldiers on the walls of Jixian City were replaced by warriors with bright armor. The early morning sunshine illuminated the imperial flag on the city head. The flag body was a unicorn shining in the sun, symbolizing the majesty of the royal family.

Looking at the top of the city from afar, Zhang Liao looked at the majestic imperial flag with admiration and pride. It seemed that most of the depression in his heart for many days had dissipated. This escort mission was about to end, and he could finally get rid of these annoying Huns.

Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan, the future generals of Wei, were still young boys at this time.

Zhang Liao was born in Mayi, Yanmen. Because his hometown is located on the northern border, his hometown was often killed, looted and plundered by barbarians since he was a child. He started fighting with barbarians when he was young. Although he is a young man now, he is already a leader of ten veterans.

Kill people to take credit, and the army will be in Yanmen.

The war horse is yellow-brown, with single-barrel armor. From the outside, it looks a little younger than Liu Cang. It has a childish face but is carrying an iron sword. There are two short guns hanging on the side of the war horse. It is walking among the Huns cavalry, accompanied by Han troops.

It seems that in order to show the cruelty of the border war, a young border soldier was selected.

"Captain, please send a message to Governor Liu that he plans to go out of the city to meet him. Should we send some brothers to investigate first?" He rode up to a middle-aged soldier. Facing the middle-aged soldier, Zhang Liao's face was still cold.

"Let us send a group of brothers to report and inform the leader of the Xiongnu that the Han envoy is about to come. He has a distinguished status and orders him to prepare to welcome him." Zhang Liao has fine eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his appearance is good. Today, Zhang Liao's face is as tender as a child's, but

The middle-aged soldier did not show any contempt when talking to him.

"Here!" Zhang Liao accepted the order with his fists clasped. When he was about to drive his horse away, he turned to the surrounding Huns cavalry with disgust on his face.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, the Mongolian grasslands were occupied by the Xianbei. The Northern Huns who were enemies of the Han had already fled to the west. The Southern Huns surrendered to the Han. There were also some neutral nomadic tribes at the border who were neither south nor north and were ambiguous towards the Han.

These tribes were generally small in size, and when faced with the Xianbei Hu people who would also plunder them, they would usually fight against the Han army together.

During the late Han Dynasty, the Yanmen border army often fought with the Xiongnu against the Huns. It seems that neither Zhang Liao nor the leader of the army had any reason 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 troops fought together with the Xiongnu, they often lost more than they won, and the battle situation was chaotic.

Those Huns were unwilling to form a deadly feud with the marauding Hu people, and they would not fight to the death. It would only encourage others' momentum and disrupt the Han army's formation.

In the Central Plains, people only say that the Xiongnu are barbaric and good at fighting, but they don't know that the Han army at the border hates them.

Even if they were robbed, these Huns did not dare to form a deadly feud with the Xianbei Hu people. This became a habit, and the plunderers usually only robbed property and children, and even women were left to them.

But sometimes it is inevitable to encounter some cruel and ruthless people. When murderous people appear, those so-called Xiongnu beyond the Great Wall who yearn for white clouds and freedom will come to Han to seek refuge like the team escorted by Zhang Liao and his entourage.

To put it bluntly, we are not at the end of the road. We just indulge in unbridled love for freedom. We ask you for food and clothes. We pay taxes and abide by the rules and become Han citizens? Haha...

And this situation also made the border troops hate them even more.

Jixian is in sight, and the Han army in the camp where Zhang Liao is currently dispatched troops from Yanmen to escort the defeated Xiongnu along the way.

But what disgusted the Han army the most was the Hun cavalry, which consisted of less than a thousand people. With their families and their families, the entire team was no less than 10,000 men.

When the Xiongnu said that all the people were soldiers, it could also be said that 90% of their soldiers were herders.

The bloated team was stinking of cattle and sheep all the way, but behind the team was a large number of cattle and sheep, or it could be said that a group of Huns were mixed in with the large number of cattle and sheep.

Escorting such a team was like looking after animals, which made these frontier soldiers feel extremely frustrated.

At the same time, these border troops knew that when the Huns entered the Han Dynasty, the imperial court would probably set aside a lush pasture for them in Youzhou, and Han people were not allowed to enter that pasture without permission.

After all, Youzhou already has many such precedents.

"Damn it!" He cursed softly. Looking at the flocks of cattle and sheep behind the team, Zhang Liao's eyes became even more disgusted.

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

"Zhou Jun, report to the commander of the camp. Come on, come with me and take a look." The cavalry was not clear about the situation. Zhang Liao was a wandering cavalry in the camp. When he gave the order, Zhang Liao led several cavalry towards the chaos.

It was a chaotic scene. When Zhang Liao rode his horse into the chaos, what he saw was a scene of chaos.

The Xiongnu rear team had a large number of vehicles, mainly transporting some tents, animal skins and the Huns' daily necessities, followed by the cattle, sheep and a small number of horses driven by them.

The rear team was bloated, and only one Han boy was surrounded by dozens of Xiongnu.

The Han teenager was wearing a black cloth robe and holding an iron knife. He was also protecting a man of the same age who was lying on the ground. The boy roared and waved the knife, making the besiegers dare not come forward, but it was like a trapped animal fighting.

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Those who surrounded the Han youths included Hun boys with sticks, Hun women with sharp knives, and four or five Hun cavalry.

The Xiongnu cavalry here are generally over forty years old, and they are all men with old faces. They are family keepers who have been eliminated from the ranks of fighting soldiers by the Xiongnu.

"Stop!" Seeing that the son of the Han family was trapped, Zhang Liao shouted loudly with guns in both hands and led his troops to speed up.

"Get out of here!" sounded almost at the same time as Zhang Liao's scolding, and the trapped Han boy shouted loudly.

A purple sword shadow suddenly appeared, and a Hun cavalryman holding a scimitar, who seemed to want to capture the young man, was shrouded in the shadow of the sword.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, the heads of the cavalry and horses were thrown away, and blood spurted out for half a meter, even covering half of the Han boy's trouser legs.

The cavalryman was frightened and used his scimitar to parry the shadow of the sword. With the sound of thunder and lightning, the Hun cavalryman was knocked into the air and flew backwards.

The cavalryman fell to the ground, rolled several times, and got up in embarrassment. He shouted cautiously, and the Huns, who were surrounded by Han teenagers, retreated with the shouts.

The originally fierce expressions of the Xiongnu women and children were filled with fear, and the encirclement immediately expanded, leaving a clearing for two prominent Han teenagers.

"Yu!" Zhang Liao exclaimed, and several accompanying Han troops around him slowed down their horses at the same time. Seeing the violent swords of the Han youth, Zhang Liao and others did not dare to blindly approach, but immediately surrounded the outside circle.

"Bang!" The iron knife broke, and Liu Cang's eyes flashed with confusion, but the strong energy once again destroyed the iron knife in his hand, and who else could the young man in black who was surrounded be besides Liu Cang.

Liu Cang was trapped, and Zhang Fei was lying on the ground. The black clothes belonged to Zhang Fei, and the two changed clothes. Zhang Fei was now wearing Liu Cang's coarse linen waistcoat, lying on the ground groaning, and his body was stained with a lot of horse blood. , as if seriously injured.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Zhang Liao asked Liu Cang loudly outside the encirclement, but his eyes were wary of the surrounding Huns. There were soldiers beside Zhang Liao reaching for their short bows.
Chapter completed!