Mei Gao sat in the car, looking at the Huns riding horses in the distance, frowning.

After staying in Yanmen for more than a month, he finally received a notice of entry from the Huns and entered the grassland under the guidance of two Huns.

However, this does not mean that his mission is smooth sailing. The Huns are very arrogant. They go wherever they want, stop whenever they want, and go day and night when they are anxious, and do not move their nest for two or three days, completely disregarding their feelings. Now, the Huns saw a deer, and on a whim, they went to shoot the deer again, throwing them halfway.

The men were very angry and repeatedly shook their eyes to Mei Gao, asking to give the Huns a little bit of strength. Mei Gao ignored them. He knew his mission. Killing these two Huns was easy to cause disputes, and the mission could not be achieved, so it would be more than worth the loss.

He is not these simple-minded mentors, he must be good at judging them. However, mentors are quite disdainful of him, and often mention Liang Xiao intentionally or unintentionally in front of him, especially Liang Xiao's pursuit of the Huns, and use Liang Xiao's courage to implicate his cowardice.

Mei Gao didn't care about them. He knew that if Liang Xiao was here, he wouldn't be as simple and crude as these men thought. However, he also felt that if Liang Xiao was there, he wouldn't have made these Huns so arrogant.

He is not Liang Xiao, he does not have Liang Xiao's magical shooting skills, and he only has a singular literary talent. Unfortunately, these are useless to the Huns. The Huns could barely understand Chinese, but could not appreciate the gorgeous fu. Talking about fu with them is tantamount to playing the piano for a cow, and it is far less realistic than Liang Xiao's bow and arrow.

Mei Gao could only sigh.

"Sir, do you think Liang Xiao and the others can reach the Great Yuezhi smoothly?" Ma Rong asked quietly.

Mei Gao was silent for a moment and said firmly: "It is possible that the Huns delay time. It is likely that they want to anger us. Or they do not want us to arrive at the Shanyu Court in time."

"Why?"

"I suspect that there are no people in the Shanyu Ting right now. Or... there are many people."

After hearing this, Ma Rong couldn't help but take a breath. Whether there were no people or many people, it meant that the Huns would take action. Combined with the recent rumors of the Huns' bad situation, their actions were likely to be going south to invade. In this way, I am afraid that the people in the Han territory will suffer again.

"I hope Liang Xiao can succeed. No matter what, it is good to attract the attention of the Huns to the Western Regions, even if it is only a part of it."

Ma Rong nodded.

...

Looking at the fleeing Huns, Liang Xiao and others laughed loudly.

"Who said the Huns are good at fighting? I think that's all that." Pang Shuo held Xie Guanglong and laughed: "Look, there are only seven of us, we are different. Isn't it a waste to kill them? Don't be afraid to see them in the future, do you know?"

Xie Guanglong grinned in pain and cursed: "Be gentle, I have been hit several times to cover you. Oh, my mother, it hurts me so much. I said, sir, I didn't take the credit this time, right?"

"We succeeded because you didn't win the merits." Liang Xiao also gritted his teeth in pain. "Niu'er, be gentle, my internal organs have been hooked out."

Tu Niuer smiled bitterly and said, "I have nothing to do. If you don't pull out the arrow quickly, the wound will be even bigger. Without the Huns cutting you, you will be bleeding."

"Don't worry, I won't die." Although Liang Xiao felt a little dizzy, he still smiled confidently. "The beauty of Dayuan, the wine is waiting for me, how can I die? If I die, will it be all the cheaper for you bastards?"

"Haha, what the lord said is very much." Everyone laughed, talking funny.

Although each was injured and not light, he was able to escape from the pursuit of thousands of Huns, kill more than a hundred people, and cut off the head of King Hunxie. Such victory was like chicken blood, which made them very excited. No one was willing to cry out for pain, and they were heroic one by one.

After pulling out the arrow on his body, he simply treated the wound, Liang Xiao and others rushed to the foot of the mountain. There were only dozens of horses in front of him, not even the shadow of a Hun. They had already escaped without a trace. Seeing this scene, everyone was having another joke and their emotions were extremely high.

Liang Xiao also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Huns were not as tenacious as he thought. As soon as King Hun Xie died, they completely collapsed and were only concerned about running for their lives. They didn't even take these horses away, which just made them cheaper.

Nomadic people, but this is the case. Liang Xiao remembered a sentence he often heard in his previous life: The Jurchens are only tens of thousands, and they are invincible. But in front of the Yue family army, the Jurchens with more than tens of thousands are like scumbags. The nomadic people are terrible, but they are just excuses made by cowards.

The Jurchens defeated the Liao people, but the remaining Liao people's army could still defeat the Song people. Now, the Han people were about to beat the Huns to their noses and eyes, and the remaining Huns entered Europe, but they beat the Europeans to howl, calling them God's Whip.

The reputation of a strong man is actually cut out with a knife, not blown out with a pen.

Liang Xiao and others picked up more than a dozen horses, collected the dry food and arrow branches from the Huns, stepped on the horse, and took advantage of the night to enter the mountain pass. There were more Huns behind, and no one could guarantee that there would be no one or two ruthless people inside, and they insisted on catching up to avenge King Hunxie and his son.

They are now extremely weak, and when they meet the enemy again, they will have no way to die.

Lying on the back of the horse, Liang Xiao felt that his eyes were black. His battle jacket was soaked in blood, extremely heavy, and even blood dripped out of his sleeves. The final fierce battle made him hit several arrows, and the injury on the inner thigh was unsupported.

Finally, he rolled off his horse and lost consciousness.

Almost at the same time, Xie Guanglong also slid down from the horse and lay on the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

...

Mama Liang suddenly turned over and sat up, her eyes straightened and she was sweating profusely.

Li Rongqing woke up in shock, sat up quickly, put on a piece of clothing for Mama Liang, and gently patted her back. "Mother, have you dreamed of A Xiao again?"

Mama Liang nodded, wrapped her clothes tightly, but said nothing. When Li Rongqing saw it, her eyes became even more worried. "Is it... a bad omen?"

Mama Liang looked at Li Rongqing and was silent for a moment: "When is it?"

"It should be ugly."

"That's fine, the dream in the second half of the night is reversed. My son will definitely turn bad luck into good fortune and become auspicious when he is killed."

Li Rongqing didn't say anything. Mama Liang said this. Naturally, she had a nightmare. What dreams in the second half of the night are reversed, and I'm afraid it's just self-comfort. A few people traveled thousands of miles west and had to pass through the territory of the Huns. No matter how you look at it, it's a lot of luck. At this moment, I'm afraid Mama Liang will regret it.

If she hadn't kept saying that Liang Xiao had made meritorious service and was granted a title of marquis, would Liang Xiao have worked so hard and risked such a big risk to go to the Western Regions?

Where is the Western Regions? Where is the Great Yuezhi?

Li Rongqing remained silent. Tears slid silently. When Mama Liang saw the tears at the corner of Li Rongqing's eyes, she felt sad. She held Li Rongqing in her arms with her backhand, but didn't know how to comfort her. Li Rongqing also hugged Mama Liang, and the two of them didn't move. They sat for a long time, like a stone statue.

...

When Liang Xiao opened his eyes again, he saw a half-old tent, a slender figure busy, coming in and out.

A loud snoring sound came from his ears. Liang Xiao didn't have to turn his head, and he could not help but laugh. This guy is really lucky. He was cut so many times by the Huns but he was not dead. He should have recovered from the snoring sound.

Liang Xiao then heard Guo Wenbin's voice again. Guo Wenbin was speaking a language that was somewhat similar to the Xiongnu language. He was talking to him an old voice mixed with sighs.

Liang Xiao raised his head, pulled the wound, and couldn't help but scream in pain.

A white face came over, and a few strands of golden hair fell on Liang Xiao's nose. Liang Xiao's nose itched and sneezes. The man was startled, took a step back, and screamed.

In an instant, several people rushed in, surrounded Liang Xiao, and said in unison: "Sir, are you awake?"

Liang Xiao looked carefully, Guo Wenbin, Li Shuyun, Guo Wu, Tu Niuer and Pang Shuo, a lot of them. He smiled. "Are you all okay?"

"It's okay if you have a little bit of skin injury." Guo Wenbin smiled and said, "Sir, you scared us."

"Why, I'm seriously injured?"

"Although you didn't hurt your bones, you bleed too much. You kept unconscious and had a high fever again. We..."

Before Guo Wenbin finished speaking, he was pulled away by Li Shuyun. Li Shuyun glared at Guo Wenbin: "Sir, it's okay."

Guo Wenbin woke up from a dream and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir."

When the others saw Guo Wenbin's appearance, they couldn't help laughing out loud, with some disdain between their eyebrows. Liang Xiao understood that for others, since they chose to lick blood from the knife, they would be mentally prepared for death. However, for Guo Wenbin, the situation was a little different. The bet he placed was too big and he could not tolerate any mistakes, so he naturally became even more nervous.

“Where are we?”

"At the junction of Wusun and Dayuan, we are in a tent of Dayuan herders." Guo Wenbin turned around and pulled an old man with a high nose and deep eyes, and bearded. "This old man Andrew is the owner of this family, and the one who cares for the adults is his granddaughter Andrea."

"Thank you, old man." Liang Xiao sat up with difficulty, bowed to Old Man Andrew, and nodded to Andrea who was hiding behind Andrew. Andrea blushed, turned around and walked out.

Andrew laughed loudly, he took Liang Xiao's hand, patted it gently, and said a few words with a smile. Guo Wenbin translated with a smile: "General of the Arrow God from the Han Dynasty, our family welcomes your arrival. Brave people are always respected, not to mention that you are still so young and handsome, you are simply Apollo in the world."

Guo Wenbin paused and explained: "Apollo is the sun god of the Western Yi, and he is good at shooting archery."

Liang Xiao waved his hands in embarrassment. This praise was too noble and he could not bear it.

Guo Wenbin smiled and said, "Sir, the old man was also a warrior when he was young. He admired the bravest people the most. He heard that we killed dozens of times the Huns, so he didn't want any reward, provided us with food and accommodation, and found herbs for us to heal our wounds. If it weren't for the medicine of Mr. Andrea's meticulous care, the adult would probably have to sleep for a few days."-

(To be continued...)
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