Buzz —

...Swoosh swish swish... The bowstrings are tight, the sound of arrows passing through the air, rows of wooden stakes vibrate in continuous bangs, and feather arrows stay on top of them tremble

"Switch!" someone shouted.

More than twenty bows and arrows were lifted up, the string sound was tight, the fingers pulling the strings maintained their movements, and the arms were shaking with difficulty. The person who shouted the command side remained motionless, shouting loudly: "Stay... don't shake your hands."

Next second.

"put--"

Swoosh swosh swosh swosh swosh swosh bang bang.... The arrow shot flat, crossed the small pool, nailed to the wooden stakes standing opposite, some of them flew into the pool, or nailed to someone else's wooden stakes. An angry horse thief punched and kicked the guy who shot missed, shouting: "Four times in the water... Did you do it on purpose? Say it!! You go down and take the arrow back!!"

"I have no strength... my hands are shaking..." The man hugged his head a little aggrieved.

In exchange for the people who performed better around laughed. More than ten people sat around the forest on the other side of the pool. A sour scholar in a shabby and faded robe was talking about some truths. The ruthlessness of the Huns and the difficult life of everyone, so Gongsun leader did this... in order to eliminate these people's rejection of Gongsun Zhi. Of course, in the morning, they were practicing arrows and exchanged with this group of people after noon.

On the woods slope not far from here, rustling footsteps came. Zhang Liao pulled down the branches that blocked his sight and looked at the young and strong man in a circle over there. Gongsun Zhi and a horse thief minion gave a few words, walked over and walked side by side with him.

"These people have never been to the battlefield after all, and some of them have not even been stained with blood..." Zhang Liao let go of his hand, the branches bounced back, and looked at the people coming, "...you are asking them to die."

"These are all destroyed by family and people. When you go back, you will only be worse than death." Gongsun Zhi walked over from above the people surrounded by his hands.

Zhang Liao followed silently, laughter came from the edge of the pool in the distance. After a moment, he spoke, his tone not as questioned as before, "Captain Gongsun, Liao understands a little, so what about other young and strong people? There are not only such people here. There are also some women, so they are not going to be horse thieves, right?"

"Well... I'm going to ride a horse outside. How can a horse thief not ride a horse? As for those women, they have already become the family members of the horse thief." Gongsun Zhi turned around and looked at Zhang Liao, who had a look of shock on his face. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the cave in the forest, as if he saw a woman walking in the forest. "Some people who don't want to go back, do you understand what the Huns did to them. Some people who have children and husbands at home were killed by the Huns, and they were also ruined. It takes less than half a month to go back and they will not live long. Why not stay here and have a new home again."

Although the ancients had already started their family, Zhang Liao was still a young man in his twenties and had not experienced the storms and waves. His thoughts were naturally not as far as he thought. Of course, he also had the insight of respecting women in his era.

Zhang Liao nodded silently and continued to walk.

The two of them walked and talked as if they were close to each other. The atmosphere gradually became harmonious. After walking for a while, they were almost outside. A man in his forties came over, panting, and handed over a piece of wood with some fear, "Captain, I have carved a few, and you can try it if it can be used."

"What is this?" Zhang Liao looked at the thing curiously.

On this side, Gongsun Zhi put the piece of wood carving wolf's throat beside his mouth and blew it, and the deep whimper rang out, with a strange tone. He shook his head: "It's still a little too long. You can barely use this one. You can do a few more similar ones and go down to find Dongfang Sheng to get the reward."

"Yes...yes...thanks to the leader for the reward." The carpenter wiped the sweat from his head, bowed happily, and ran away.

Gongsun Zhi threw the wolf's throat in his hand, "Wenyuan, what do you think it looks like?"

"It's a bit like a wolf's scream, I don't know the rest." The figure shook his head over there.

"It's used during war."

He put the wolf's throat in his mouth and blew it, and the whimpering sound floated above the hills. Zhang Liao frowned and suddenly stretched out again, as if he understood its function.

"No flag?"

"No! The battlefield is chaotic, and you may not be able to see it, but this sound is unique and can play a role in the formation in time." Gongsun Zhi put away the wolf's throat, "Let's go, I'll send you out. There are many wolf here, so be careful of being taken away."

Zhang Liao didn't care about this joke. The wind blew the clothes of the two people on the mountain. When he was about to get outside, he stopped, "Captain Gongsun, do you really want to follow Liao to serve in the army?"

The mountains were yellow and rustling. Gongsun Zhi looked for a moment and said, "I won't go. Yanmen County is too small to accommodate me."

Zhang Liao looked at him, wanted to speak but stopped, then raised his hand and fisted: "Then Liao said goodbye and went back to report his life. If he passed by Yanmen County, the leader Gongsun could enter the city and sit down."

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the hill.

"Let's wait!" A voice sounded behind him.

Gongsun Zhi went over and bowed: "I have something to ask for. After Wen Yuan returns, can you let the blacksmith in the city make a pair of scimitars for me?" He gestured the general shape. If people from later generations saw it, they would be surprised. This is the shape of the Mongolian scimitar.

"Okay, Liao has recorded it and say goodbye."

Zhang Liao took the hook and sickle handed over by the soldiers, turned over the horse, and then slowly left the place with the people he had replaced. He didn't think much about building weapons. After walking far away, he raised his head and the red clouds had already shone in the direction of Yanmen. He turned around and looked at the hills over there. The tall figure seemed to be standing there, but there was a white shadow around him.

Wow—

The roar of the wolf came in desolately in the sunset, as if to say goodbye to them. Zhang Liao rode on the horse and looked over there with a serious look, thinking about what he saw in the White Wolf Yuan today and what Gongsun Zhi said, which made him care quite.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you looking at?" A Han soldier in charge of the guard stopped to look at him.

The gentle wind blew over the flag and brushed the figure of the horse with a knife in his arms. He half-squinted his eyes and pointed to the several hills that were connected with the undulating hills, "Look... does it look like a wolf."

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In 188, this autumn of the northern grassland, the Hou Bugudu launched a robbery on the border of the Han Dynasty. However, a few days later, a horse thief with more than 200 people made crazy actions under the general trend and swept the barbarians.

The desolate oxen horn sounded in this hill that no one cared about, and figures walked out of the woods and flew up onto the horse's back with agility.

At this time, the sky was covered with clouds and it was about to rain.

A scimitar cut across everyone's sight, and lightning flew around the clouds, and a crackling sound. The figure holding the blade turned around. Behind him, more than two hundred riders excitedly slapped the scabbard and hit the saddle.

"Snatch those sheep..."

The horse team rushed out of the hills, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves shook the earth and stretched towards the northward direction.
Chapter completed!