Stepping... The horse's hooves flew on the grass, vibrating the particles in the soil, and the sound of trampling on the earth amplified.

"Go away--"

On the grass hill, Gongsun Zhi flipped on the horse's back. Although he had just arrived in this world, based on his memory experience, how could he not hear the sound of the horse's hooves that had already rushed to the grass hill? He overwhelmed the horse's head and rushed to the sour scholar's roaring crookedly on the horse's back.

Not far away, the horse thief who also knew what was going on was so scared that he was so heartbroken that he cursed and poked the horse's eyes. The horse was frightened and the horse was shaking in panic. The horse thief King Kui smiled and rushed out first, leaving the other party behind to give him a chance to escape.

A head appeared on the edge of the grass hill, and soon half of the body riding on the horse was exposed. A black line was released from the man's hand. Dongfang Sheng sat down and the horse neighed with a shrill long time. The feather arrow shot from the horse's belly was directly penetrated. The horse's body fell to the ground, its hooves struggled and kicked, and the sour Ru also fell out and rolled a few times.

When Gongsun Zhi saw Dongfang Sheng who was so confused that he was hesitant, he gritted his teeth and turned his heart. The next second, he gritted his teeth and clamped his horse's belly with his heels, shook the reins and returned, shouting: "Bald, cover it!"

"good!"

The man there hesitated for a moment, then tied the reins, and the horse turned his back with an arrow and shot the figure that emerged from there.

With a whoosh, the arrow hit the ears of the Huns who were still trying to hold the bow, which scared the other party. The short bow in his hand was tilted. When the arrow was nailed to the grass, Gongsun Zhi had already rushed to the side of the sour Ru who was getting up. He pulled the reins out with his left hand. The moment the horse leaned out, he poked out his arm and pulled the confused Dongfang Sheng onto the horse's back. In time, the horse was tilted and turned back and running wildly towards the direction of escaping behind.

This set of movement was like flowing water. The bald head screamed excitedly, rode his horse and started running back. When Gongsun Zhi caught up with the sour scholar, the horse's hooves were running wildly, he shouted, "What should I do next?"

"Get them off!!"

Gongsun Zhi replied without thinking. In fact, his mind was in a mess. He had just been in a vague night since modern times, but his head was still aching, but he had already become accustomed to the Huns in this chaotic world. This is an era when people cannibalize people. When they encounter them, they will either be captured and become slaves, or their heads are cut off and died again...

"Mom, why did you come to the late Eastern Han Dynasty..."

The annoyance and fear in his heart made his face and back covered with sweat. A feather arrow passed through his light with a "huh" and flew forward. His heart was nervous and almost jumped out. On the grass in his sight, everything he saw suddenly became a little blurry, like some ghosts appeared, and a few small red dots were flashing and moving.

...radar?

"What do you think--"

After a moment of loss of consciousness, a loud roar pulled him back to reality. Gongsun Zhi did not respond and glanced backwards. Five horse-riding Huns behind him were waving weapons to chase him behind, and their eyes turned back. The ghost shadow slowly condensed, just like a map, and the red dots arranged exactly the same as the Huns behind him.

He paid attention to the phantom of this map that only he could see, and took the idea and turned his head to shout at the bald man who was shoulder to shoulder: "Follow me."

The horse's hooves galloped, deflected, and towards the horn marked in the phantom, it basically means a hill. After walking past a grass hill, the sky darkened. With the last remaining light in my sight, the outlines of several hills were faintly hidden in my eyes.

"Run inside."

Gongsun Zhi shouted softly and rode his horse into the gap among the three hills. Although it was a gap, it was very spacious for people. He looked at the phantom map called out by casual thoughts. The Huns represented by the red dots began to move in a scattered manner, as if they were going to encircle them.

Suddenly, the figure who was about to escape to the middle pulled the reins and stopped. The corners of his mouth were curved at an angle, and his eyes were a little shiny in the dark. "Now there is a Hun behind him, so let's fight back."

The night bird flew over the hills and made a cry.

A Hun who was chasing him instantly tied the reins, and there was a sound of horse hooves in his ears and rushed over. A cold stroke passed through the black. A crisp sound was shaking. He raised his knife to block it. Mars jumped up and flashed a face full of wildness. The two horses were staggered, and suddenly, a howling came from the air.

puff--

The Huns screamed, blood splashed, and a feather arrow was nailed into the fur coat and inserted it on his right shoulder. When he lost his balance, he fell off the horse's back. On the other end, Gongsun Zhi threw the sour scholar down and pressed the Huns who wanted to get up. He raised the knife in his hand over his shoulder. Seeing the frightened Huns, he trembled all over. His gritted teeth made a giggle and could not cut it down.

He used to be a wolf mountain keeper in a zoo. Although he liked the cruelty and wisdom of wolves, he was just a modern person after all. At most, he had killed chickens and cut fish, and now he had to kill people with a knife. After being in a hurry, reason still firmly gained the upper hand.

"I can't do it, I'll do it!" The bald man rode over anxiously, turned over and jumped onto the grass, drew his knife from his waist, and chopped it down. The spurt plasma splattered on Gongsun Zhi's face. Seeing the twisted head rolling slightly on the ground, his chest was fluttering violently, gasping for breath, and sucking in was a sticky blood.

He wiped the blood off his face, put away the knife with trembling back of his hand, turned onto the horse, turned his head away from looking at the headless corpse, and whispered: "Let's go... Let's go while the other Huns have not come yet."

The bald man nodded, took the horse that had passed the corpse and handed it to Dongfang Sheng, and turned his body to pick up the head on the ground and tied it around the horse's neck. He set off again and ran towards the horse's thief camp. Halfway through, he met the horse's thief King Kui who was wandering nearby. He saw the head hanging on the horse's neck, his eyes widened, and he was trembling with fear: "You...you... killed the Huns?"

Gongsun Zhi, who had calmed down, looked at him and nodded: "Just say you're a confession."

"I'm causing trouble." Wang Kui turned around and ran back quickly with his horse's belly. The remaining Gongsun Zhi and the other two were a little confused, so they followed him.

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As the night fell, the breeze strodes the tip of the grass. Three Huns came to the side of the headless corpse, their faces were gloomy, and the Huns talked to each other in a low language.

"Are those three people Han soldiers?"

"It's very similar... I'd better report it first... The Shanyu, the Hou of Xubu Gudu, was about to detain the border and rob the food for the winter. You can't be careless."

"... After Qiang Qu Shanyu died, he broke with the Han people... Life is not easy... This autumn passed too quickly... Winter is a bit difficult." A Hun man searched away everything on the body.

“...Go back first.”
Chapter completed!