A white horse galloped lightly, flying past, splashing in the snow and mud, stepping into small holes, revealing the tender grass sprouting in the mud.
Zhang Zhang leaned down on his horse, and an iron arrow grazed his temple, taking away a trace of flesh.
His original intention was to distract the enemy troops and buy warning time for Wang Wu who went to report the news, but he did not expect that the Hu cavalry behind him were not ordinary Wuhuan people.
The arrows flew past and made a sharp roar.
What they used were not the simple bone arrowheads used by the barbarians, but refined iron arrowheads.
The barbarians behind them seemed to be teasing them, sometimes galloping past them, sometimes following them from a distance.
Just like a cat catching a mouse, they are joking about hunting and showing off their superb shooting skills.
A trace of anger flashed across his young face.
There are fewer and fewer knights following him.
The white horse under his crotch was exhausted. Under his urging, it vigorously raised its hooves, and its lips were covered with foam.
Although it will be fed with high-quality military feed for half a month, it will be very strong and energetic.
But running at full strength for a long time has also reached the limit of this horse.
Sorry, old man.
Just can't stop yet.
Zhang Zhang stroked the sweaty horse's neck with distress, and his body shook awkwardly.
We also need to buy time for Wang Wu and the messenger who returns to Xiangguan to report the news.
The hunter's interest can be aroused only when the prey runs away tiredly and tenaciously.
Zhang Zhang looked around, and before he knew it, he was the only one left in the group.
At this time, the hunter behind him seemed to have lost interest in continuing the chase.
A stumbling rope with stones hanging on both ends flew towards the ground.
Tangled up in the running hind hooves of the white horse.
This is Hu Qi’s usual rope-throwing technique.
The white horse stumbled.
Together with Zhang Zhang on the horse, he flew forward and fell heavily to the ground.
He instinctively stretched his body to protect his vitals, and rolled on the ground several times without exerting any force.
The exhausted white horse fell to the ground with both hooves broken and made no sound.
He didn't have time to breathe, his chest was rolling with a sweet smell, and he stood up with his mouth open. He didn't bother to wipe the blood from his head and face, and pulled out the Ganshou knife hanging at his waist.
A group of horsemen shouted and chased after him, surrounding Zhang Zhang and the dead white horse.
They galloped, circled, and whistled.
Amidst the rumble of horse hooves, he held his knife open, his back arched, his expression cold and solemn, like a lone wolf.
A burst of tinkling bells came from far and near.
The surrounding Hu Qi moved to both sides to make way.
A very tall black horse slowly approached.
The black horse is equipped with colorful knots and a string of shiny bells.
A young Hu man with deep eyebrows and heroic spirit is riding on a horse. He has Wuhuan hair style, but wears Han military uniform and fine armor.
The young man was carelessly playing with the riding crop in his hand, looking at Zhang Zhang with interest.
"You are the White Horse Yi Cong, right?" The young man raised his chin and spoke very standard Chinese, "Gongsun Zan's White Horse Yi Cong."
Zhang Zhang did not answer, he stared intently at the head hanging in a string by the hair next to the young man's saddle.
Brass bells hang next to the saddle, adorning the faces of several dead and open-eyed faces. For the Hu youth, this is his proud prey and collection.
1,2,3,4,…
He opened his mouth and carefully discerned the faces of those heads.
Count until 9.
Zhang Zhu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Two are missing, there is no Wang Wu!
He could recognize that none of the faces of the Gongsun family members who were shot appeared here.
All of these heads belonged to Wang Wu and the Shibai Mayi Cong he brought out.
Obviously, this young Hu man has very obvious preferences when choosing trophies.
The team that went to the pass to report the news was probably intercepted and the entire army was wiped out.
However, Wang Wu and a certain soldier who went south to look for traces of the team escaped and were not humiliated by this fishy smell.
They should be able to find the team and warn Captain Zhao in time.
Thinking of this, a trace of relief appeared on his face.
As long as this is the case, his actions are meaningful.
The young Hu man looked down his open eyes in displeasure. The nine heads next to the saddle reminded him that his hunt was not perfect.
"Have those losers come back?" The young man suddenly gave a guard beside him a horsewhip.
The retinue was wearing the same military coat that Zhang was wearing. It was stained with blood and must have been stripped from a corpse.
The servant still caressed the new clothes fondly, and was whipped.
The whip made a shrill sound and slapped on his back.
It made him grin in pain even through his thick clothes.
But he did not show any dissatisfaction, touched the injured area, and replied in Wuhuan with a playful smile: "Don't worry, Xiaoshuai, Tu Ta has led 20 tribesmen, and they will definitely be able to bring back the two escaped white rabbits." ."
Tu Ta? The young Hu man known as Xiaoshuai looked lighter and seemed to have great confidence in this man named Tu Ta.
He turned his attention back to Zhang Zhang, and his eyes lit up when he saw the Dao Sword in Zhang's hand, "Are you still a general of Baima Yicong?"
At this point, the young man burst out laughing, the laughter vibrating back and forth, making his eardrums hurt, "I never thought there could be such a good prey!"
Zhang Zhu smiled contemptuously when he heard this, and raised the sword in his hand: "Do you want it? Come and get it yourself."
Although he couldn't understand Wuhuan, he was a calm and observant person, and he could guess a lot about the conversation.
He licked his lips, put his left hand into his mouth, and took out half of the broken molar.
He spat on the ground with bloody saliva and raised his hand to wipe away the blood dripping from his forehead.
He raised his eyebrows and raised his fingers at the young Hu man who was riding high on the horse, "Come on!"
Zhang Zhuo's contempt and provocation aroused the dissatisfaction of many of the Hu youth's followers.
They shouted, took out their bows and arrows and were about to shoot Zhang Zhang on the spot.
Several Wuhuan men in black coats dismounted and pulled out the scimitars from their waists.
Zhang Zhang sneered, took off his pocket and threw it aside, unbuttoned his coat, and took off the armor underneath.
Pulling off the hair tie that bound her hair, she tightly entwined her right hand with the handle of the Ganshou knife.
He shouted angrily again: "Come on! You bastards!"
Zhang Zhuo's fearless demeanor calmed some people and angered others.
There was a trace of interest on the face of the young Hu man. He was not provoked by Zhang Zhang and still sat firmly on the horse.
After fiddling with the bell, the young man moved his fingers and called several servants with angry expressions to come forward.
He bent down and whispered a few words to several of his subordinates.
He straightened up with a smile on his lips, as if he was thinking about something interesting.
Five or six followers who obeyed his instructions came forward.
The young Hu man looked at him with his hair disheveled, standing in the middle of the field, his back as straight as a pine tree.
He slowly raised his right hand with a casual attitude.