Then He Xiu came out of the golden tent and was filled with joy.

In the past few years, he has been preparing to spy on the pass, especially for Da Chen's Warriors Camp, and he has sent people to spy on it wildly. This is something he could vaguely feel that Chen Kaizhi's Warriors Camp and the so-called new army are the major concerns of Da Hu.

In this desert, most of the Han people were "sheep" captured by the Hu people from the pass, and they were almost all slaves. Not to mention that they were illegal, even if they were not illegal, they could still be dealt with by their masters. If the Hu people killed a Han person, they only needed to compensate the Han master for the three sheep.

It is also because of this that the Han people want to make a name for themselves in the desert, and the efforts they put in will be a hundred or a thousand times that of the Hu people. He Xiu is also very clear that he can give advice to Dahan in daily life, and although he can gain the appreciation of Dahan, he wants to truly gain a foothold in the desert, but he has to establish a great contribution. He can lead the Hu people into the pass and fulfill the wishes of the Hu people for hundreds of years, which is undoubtedly the capital he truly has in Hu people.

Now...the opportunity is coming.

After years of planning and understanding and continuous analysis, now, we finally have a place to use it.

What's more, the Khan actually entrusted himself with enough trust, which made He Xiu feel even more excited.

He came out of the golden tent with a light footstep. He was about to return to his tent. Within a radius of one mile outside the golden tent, he had to be the guards of the Khan and the leaders of various troops to camp here. As a Han Chinese, He Xiu naturally did not dare to approach this core area, which was four or five miles away. Moreover, slaves were not allowed to ride horses within this tent, only the Hu samurai could do it, so he could only walk. A horse team passed by along the way, and several drunk Hu samurai warriors came towards him. He Xiu subconsciously wanted to hide.

But he was seen by the sharp-eyed warrior on the opposite side, and the warrior in the lead laughed: "It's that man."

He Xiu thought to himself that it would be better for these drunk Hu people to be less troubled. He was busy trying to break away, but the Hu people refused to let him go, and he stopped his horse and blocked his way. Other warriors also pulled their horses and laughed.

"Hangou! What are you doing here?"

He Xiu hurriedly said with a smile: "Wrong, wrong." He used the most standard Hu language: "Although students are Han people, they are different from other Han people, students..."

The warrior was furious, raised his whip, and whipped it hard. He Xiu was beaten strongly, groaned, and hurriedly covered his head. When he touched his hand, he saw blood. He hurriedly said, "There is a huge difference between students and those Han people. Although students look like Han people, they are not real Han people. Students... Oh, oh... This Han is not just another Han, the students are called Wunatu, Wunatu... The students also have Hu wives. The students are the same as you, and they are completely different from those Han people, no, Han gou."

The warrior became even more angry and cursed loudly: "No matter how different you are, no matter what your name is or whether you have married a wife, it is also a man. Your eyebrows and eyes and bones are exactly the same as them. Do you want to pretend to be a warrior of our Hu people? Tie it up and beat him to death."

Other warriors also cursed, and one warrior cursed: "What? He also married our women as his wife. Can beasts marry people as their wives? This offended the descendants of our white wolf and killed him."

The drunken warriors were eager to try, and some even pulled out the long swords around their waists.

After panic, He Xiu calmed down instantly.

He had encountered such a situation many times around the Khan. Although the Khan had far-sightedness, he never looked down on him because he was a Han person. However, He Xiu could understand the Khan's difficulties. After all, the Hu people are composed of various tribes, so if there are Hu people who are not rude to him, the Khan would not say anything. After all, once these warriors are punished for a Han person, they will inevitably make the tribes disunited.

So...often at this time, you have to face it yourself.

He Xiu knew that these drunk warriors actually recognized themselves, but deliberately embarrassing themselves was just using the will of alcohol to make trouble. It was useless to distinguish them at this time.

After all, no matter how I wore leather clothes, ate cattle and sheep with them, married Hu's wife, lived in the same tent, and talked about pure Hu's words, but after all, I always had a difference from their appearance. At this time, there was no point in arguing with these rude warriors about the difference between me and the Han people in the pass.

What they want...is just a sense of conquest.

He Xiu had no hesitation anymore. He knew that these people might really draw their swords.

The even more terrifying consequence is that even if you die here today, no one will talk to you. Even if you are a knight, you will at most whip these warriors. And after so many years of endurance and so many plans, it will be completely empty.

He endured the severe pain, and quickly laughed, and suddenly crawled to the ground, saying, "The Warriors are right. I am a smelly and soft man. I am. I would like to ask a few warriors, don't hurt my life..."

Several warriors originally wanted to show off their power, but when they saw this, they felt bored. Some people cursed in a low voice and some took their swords. To them, He Xiu was like a smelly sheep. It seemed that there was no point in playing tricks in front of him, so everyone rode their horses and went.

He Xiu then breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously said: "Warriors, walk slowly, the vulgar slaves respectfully send you all the warriors."

He hurriedly stood up and did not dare to take off the grass clippings on his body, but he couldn't help comforting himself. Although these warriors were arrogant, weren't the Hu people strong just because of this? On the other hand, the Han people in the pass kept saying anything about etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, but it was ridiculous.

He hurried back to his tent, and was already exhausted and panting. Around his tent were some Han people's tents. Compared with the Han slaves in the camp, these people had a relatively higher status. One of them was Zhao Cheng, who was even He Xiu's confidant. When Zhao Cheng saw the whip marks on He Xiu's forehead, he looked bloody. He hurriedly stepped forward and said with concern: "Mr. He, what's wrong?"

He Xiu covered his head and arrived in front of Zhao Cheng. He immediately straightened his waist, his face gloomy, and said, "Nothing is wrong."

Zhao Cheng understood something in his heart, and then said with a smile: "Congratulations to Mr. He for returning safely from the pass. I am still worried. Mr. He, where is the Khan..."
Chapter completed!