After winter begins, heavier snow begins to brew.

Since the Hou of Xubugudu returned from hunting and injured, the scattered slave robbery teams of the Southern Xiongnu began to shrink from various counties to get rid of the pursuit of Han soldiers and generals. After each of them had their own victory or defeat, they stopped their troops in the winter when the cold hit. The losses on the border of the Han area were naturally serious. The prefects of each county reported the losses to the governor's table. On the one hand, they defeated the Huns and on the other hand, they were responsible for dereliction of duty in the defense. This year's end of the year is probably not easy.

Yanmen County, which is slightly south, suffered the least losses. Guo Zhi's contribution to the assistance of the troops was no longer possible. The mansion was naturally filled with joy, and officials from all over the city also went to congratulate him. Behind these, the prefect looked at the direction of the northern grasslands alone, showing solemnity.

"Driving away a group of wolves, can you still raise a group of wolves?"

The fire swayed, shining on Guo Zhi's face, staring at the cloth on the desk, hesitated for a moment before writing.

The above reads: Kowtow, the great troubles of the Huns have subsided, and the people in the county have been at peace. Duke Jianyang is still kind to be content. Duke Jianyang also relies on a county official in my county, who has very good martial arts. Duke Jianyang likes warriors. Although the Yellow Turbans in the world are peaceful, the poison has not been clear. Now I recommend it to Duke, and set up his left and right arm, which also allows people with great ambitions to achieve great success. Guo Zhi, the prefect of Yanmen County, said this.

The last word fell on the pen, and then stopped. He picked up the cloth silk and blew it aside, and started writing the second cloth silk. He probably told the relationship between a group of horse thieves in the north and Yanmen County, and after reporting that this was an extra money road, Guo Zhi called his confidant and handed two different letters to the other party.

"Remember, hand over the first to Governor Ding as soon as possible, and hand over the second to Governor's wife's younger brother quietly."

The confidant carefully kicked two letters into his arms and walked out of the city with several guards overnight. Guo Zhi stood under the eaves and looked at the flying wind and snow, his eyes confused.

"Dad...Dad..."

The tender childish voice came, a child about two years old climbed up from the stone steps under the eaves, spreading his little arm: "Hug...Hug..."

"Huai'er ran out alone, where is your mother?" Guo Qi picked up the child, brushed the snowflakes on his head and said a few words. His thoughts floated away again, and his eyes looked south. The young Guo Huai turned his head and stroked his father's long beard and shook it with a smile.

It was dark very quickly in winter. It was about to night. The light from the streets in the middle of the county gathered together with the torches at the city gate. The crowds of people drove the beasts into the city like a long dragon.

Compared to the noisy below, two figures walked side by side on the city wall. People in blue robe and armor looked at the cattle and sheep rushing into the city gate one after another. The wind and snow pounced on their faces, and he sighed a little.

"Captain Gongsun is so capable. The Huns should have tasted the feeling of their family being destroyed. Unfortunately, Liao was responsible for defending the city and failed to drive away the Hu people with our Han generals and snatch the people back. It was a pity."

Gongsun Zhi laughed loudly, slapped his hand on the female wall, and faced outside the city: "That literary man is far better than traveling with me to cross the grassland and do the pleasure of killing all the captives."

Zhang Liao approached there and bowed: "Chief Gongsun was joking, but Liao still has to be grateful to the people in the border areas. It's just that what you did on the grassland is to train troops..."

"...The reputation of the leader Gongsun spreads to the north, but it is not that no one can see through the essence behind it. The family and country have not collapsed. What is the trouble of what the leader Gongsun does? In the future, the soldiers and generals of the counties will inevitably be surrounded and suppressed." He looked at the silent figure over there, and sighed out of the friendship between the two.

The city walls were filled with wind and snow, and the plush on the cloak was mixed with snowflakes.

Gongsun Zhi supported his elbows on the wall, looking at bags of grain and put them on the carriage: "If I said that I had been on the position of the thief leader for self-protection, now I also wanted to grow up for self-protection avoiding being eaten, do you believe Wen Yuan?"

"Finish!" Zhang Liao nodded, but his fist hit the wall. "You and I will naturally believe in you, but others will not believe in it. How could a high-ranking official let an outsider's cavalry wander around? Unless you escape from the grassland and desert, Liao doesn't want to see you in another place."

"Then...what if I go back to Central Plains?"

Zhang Liao shook his head: "It's impossible. The court will not see anyone leading troops in."

Gongsun Zhi knew better than him about the future. Han Wei collapsed, the court was overwhelmed, and the princes were in chaos. Who could stop him from returning to the Central Plains? It was just that he was not clear about what year it was. He did not like to read history, but only knew some general directions and some familiar figures.

The two of them fell silent one after another, and the food loaded below, the cattle, sheep and the people still continued. After a while, Zhang Liao spoke first.

"How did you escape from the Huns?"

"Escape?" The figure next to me laughed, waved his arm and stirred up the snowflakes. "Wen Yuan raised them, and these people returned to the rescue and brought prisoners. How could they deal with me? Several Hun cavalry chased me, but they were all thrown away. Then they went to their house, smashed, looted and burned, and slaughtered all the food, cattle and sheep they had for the winter. This winter, they were afraid that they would be busy and even lost thousands of lives."

Hearing the generous words, Zhang Liao laughed, "I'm afraid it's not stopping. Without too much food, they can only rob smaller tribes, or be merged by other Hun tribes, and they will only die even more."

"Oh, is that?" Gongsun Zhi grinned, "I will call Shang Wenyuan to go with me next year. We should bully them."

Zhang Liao bowed: "Okay, that's it."

On the city wall, the two of them looked at the busy city and talked happily. The soldiers on the wall listened to their conversation and felt a sense of ease on their faces. After all, the news of the Huns being pressed over the edges during this period was heard every day, making people tired.

Not long after, the sky gradually became brighter and the wind and snow did not mean to stop...

The wheel of the car drove out a deep mark, and someone waved his hand in the wind and snow. The blue-robed figure riding a horse and bowed heavily to the other side, sending away the team full of food.

Heavy snow fell across the world, and it was covered in white.

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A few days later, the Bingzhou capital was Jinyang.

Ding Mansion, the burly and white-haired old man looked through the cloth and silk several times.

"This Guo Zheng is so polite to me, but Zhang Wenyuan seems to be an old acquaintance with Fengxian. If he has outstanding martial arts skills, he can come to work."

Putting down the cloth, the old man knelt down and ordered the servants who were waiting by: "Go and call Feng to come to our mansion first."

"Yes." The servant bowed and retreated.

Immediately, Ding Yuan waved to the person who sent the letter: "You go down and rest. The wind and snow are too heavy recently, and it is not too late to leave the city tomorrow."

The man was naturally the confidant of Guo Zhi, the prefect of Yanmen County. The other party thanked him and stepped down respectfully. However, when the person was not paying attention, he slipped to the side courtyard and handed the second letter to a middle-aged man.

"This is the way to make money, hahaha--" The man walked back and forth in the room with a letter, his excitement beyond words, "Guo Zhi is a good prefect, you go down and find a reward."

As he said that, he pushed open the door and went straight to his sister, which was Ding Yuan's wife.
Chapter completed!