Once again, the twin pistols showed their power, and the two Hun knights who were charging quickly were shot into a sieve. While the rest of the people were stunned, they quickly ran to the back of the haystack to reload their bullets, and the old man fended off a Hun knight. The other two Hun knights beat their horses and rushed towards Yun Xiao again, not afraid of the ** in Yun Xiao's hands.

The double-pupil guns did not disappoint Yun Xiao, there was no bridge section where the rotten eggs were jammed, and after two gunshots, the Hun knight fell off his horse.

In the end, the Hun knight was obviously in the lead, and the old man with the guillotine had already suffered several wounds on his body, and his chest and back were stained with blood, but the old man was still holding the guillotine and fighting to the death.

The last bullet was loaded into the twin pupil pistol, ending the duel.

The old man sat on the ground with a guillotine in his hand, panting heavily, and his voice was loud as if he was pulling the bellows. The wounds on his back and shoulders were horrifying, and the flesh that had been cut off turned outward. However, it seemed that the old man was very excited, and after a short rest, he picked up the saber and cut off the head of the knight with his sword, held it in his hand and admired it carefully, with a happy face.

Nima, it's too hard. People are hanging, do you still want to torture corpses?

Yun Xiao looked at the excited old man who looked like a doll picking up a candy cube, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Don't be afraid, baby. Just this head. You can be a marquis, do you know who he is? He is the Zuo Dadu Lieutenant of the Xiongnu Shan Yu. As he spoke, he rummaged through the corpse, and soon found a gold medal two inches wide and three inches long, and the old man took the gold medal in his hand and weighed it a few times.

"This is the gold medal of Captain Zuo, with these two things, how can the two of them eat and drink without worrying for the rest of their lives. Hahaha" The wild laughter touched the wound, and the wound that had already scabbed broke again, and the blood gushed out again.

The old man just wiped a handful of blood and touched it on the ground. Hesitantly picked up the plastic bag that was thrown by the Hun man, he seemed to be very curious about this transparent bag, and looked at it over and over. I tried to put the head gold medal into a plastic bag, and after two times I felt that it was quite strong, and then I was relieved.

Refusing Yun Xiao's request to bandage, the old man put the head in his arms and began to lass the horse.

"Baby, the woman and the baby of this family went to sacrifice. We're going to hurry away if the family comes back. We died ugly. ”

Yun Xiao hurriedly packed up the items that were thrown away, but fortunately, practical items such as the sapper shovel** were not lost. As for the compressed biscuits that were ruined and had to be discarded, what also needed to be discarded was the double-pupil gun, without bullets, this thing was Yangwei's savage, and it had no practical value at all. Yun Xiao didn't think that in the distant Han Dynasty, he could make bullets and go against the sky.

Put the backpack on your back and look at Xiaobai in your arms, this little guy is still sleeping. It seems that the habits of felines that lie dormant and emerge at night have not changed at all.

The old man has successfully set four tall horses, these four are the most majestic horses in the herd, they are rare breeds in the grassland, if you change to Chang'an a horse can be sold for a BMW price, this is still X6, don't even think about it below seven five zero.

Yun Ye just wanted to pull the saddle and get on the horse, but suddenly found that there were stirrups. The horse's back is higher than Yun Xiao, and it is difficult for him to transform into Zhang Wuji for Yun Xiao.

The old man saw Yun Xiao's difficulty, and with one arm, he actually lifted Yun Xiao to the horse.

"Baby, it's no joke to hold on to the reins and fall off." After the old man finished speaking, he flew on the horse, his movements were agile and elegant, and he could see that his riding skills were very exquisite.

Yun Xiao almost cried, and he rode a few laps in the nature of a ticket in his previous life. Now this old man obviously has a tendency to let amateur ticket friends play professional roles, according to his running style, it is normal to fall to death, it is a fluke to fall to death.

"Uncle, I don't know how to ride a horse."

"Hey, our Han family will suffer if they suffer from this, and they won't be able to ride a horse."

The old man was quite helpless, so he had to take out a rope and tie Yun Xiao to the saddle. "Baby, there is no time, whether you can live or not depends on your creation." After speaking, he whipped Yun Xiao's horse buttocks, and the horse under Yun Xiao's crotch galloped up with four hooves.

The scenery around him quickly regressed, and Yun Xiao felt that his butt and thighs were no longer his own. Xiaobai also obviously felt uncomfortable, poked his head out of Yun Xiao's arms, and retracted his head in fright when he saw the rapidly retreating scene.

After running endlessly for a day, Yun Xiao's heart was ready to die. This is simply not a human sin, the thigh is already a blur of flesh and blood, it is estimated that if he rides again, he will become the first person to die on horseback, if he is not tied to the horse, Yun Xiao would have stopped doing it a long time ago.

But it wasn't him who couldn't hold on first, but the old man. The intense exercise caused the wounds on his shoulder and back to bleed, and the instinct for survival drove him to run desperately. But people are not beaten by iron after all, and the old man fell under the horse with a pop. Yun Xiao sat down and the galloping horse stomped on his chest with one hoof, and Yun Xiao clearly heard the sound of his sternum shattering.

The steed was not at the control of its owner, and soon stopped. It seems that it is also very tired, and white foam has come out of its mouth and nose.

Yun Xiao's horse also stopped, and Yun Xiao struggled to break free from the rope that had been torn loose. Go down and check on the old man's injuries.

The ribs were trampled off by the horse's hooves with the mouth of the bowl, and they were probably inserted into the lungs. The old man was vomiting blood, and every breath spurted out a lot of blood foam. With such a serious injury, it is estimated that it is unlikely to be rescued in the future.

The old man's hand trembled and ripped off the plastic bag tied to his waist, and handed the human head to Yun Xiao, with blood in his mouth, but he could only make a gurgling sound, and he wanted to say something but Yun Xiao didn't hear a word clearly. Just pointing weakly at his chest with his hand, Yun Xiao tore open his robe. A wooden plaque one inch long and half an inch wide hung around the neck. The handwriting on the sign is blurry and illegible, and it must have gone through a lot of hardships.

The old man's eyes flashed with a strange light, he sat up abruptly and faced the east, shouted "Han" and fell headlong.

This roar was not shouted, but erupted from the chest, the cry of the heart of an old Han slave.

At one time he also had a family, and maybe he also had his own beautiful wife and lovely children. The nomadic tribes of the steppe ruthlessly plundered his homeland, and these nomads did not progress and develop, only looted, killed and destroyed.

Yun Xiao didn't know what the great historical significance was, he only knew that it was written in the history books that wherever the Xiongnu horse team went, there were no advanced productive forces, no national production index, no economy and trade, only corpses were everywhere, broken houses and tiles, farmland became wasteland, and civilians became slaves.

The Xiongnu were never good neighbors, and such neighbors should be violently demolished. Decades later, when Wei Qing and Huo Quai's iron horses stepped across this grassland, that was the justice served. The wicked do not want to be repaid by heaven, but by others, and the hatred forged by blood can only be resolved with blood.

Yun Xiao's heart was full of tyranny, and there was no other. It's just that this old man who doesn't know his name yet, a free man of the Han nationality has become an effort to be arbitrarily beaten and scolded by the Xiongnu. How many such people Yun Xiao still don't know, he only knows that he, who has the blood of the Han family, has the responsibility to end this history.

There is no difference between the unjust soul under the saber and the triumph in the saddle, all lives are equal, and no one has the right to be deprived without reason.

No one can casually bully the people of the Han Dynasty, and no one can loot and kill at will on the land of the Han Dynasty. No matter how powerful our enemies may be, the blood of the Han family will eventually inspire us to take up the sword and fight for our own dignity and honor.

It is necessary to let these steppe Tatars learn the bravery of the Han family and use their corpses and blood rivers to create the glory of the Han nation.

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