When the Zhao caravan met Su Li, Zhao Yinlong also did one more thing.

There is a child in the team, that is his biological son Zhao Nianzhen, and he always remembers the time when he was in Zhending.

At the foot of Helan Mountain, the Zhao family was defeated and fled for their lives, looking at the direction of the sun every day to the east.

On the way, he met a female slave girl who didn't know which tribe she escaped from, Zhao Yinlong didn't even know what race she was from when she died, but he remembered those bright eyes.

What kind of eyes were there, there were no impurities in them, and they were as clear as the water of a lake.

The eldest brother and the third brother never returned, and Zhao Yinlong himself was seriously injured and had difficulty walking.

It's the woman called Nunu, well, she herself can only say these two words, and she always takes care of herself along the way.

Zhao Meng was in charge, the two were together, there was no wedding, they simply lived together, a year later her son was born, but she didn't come back to life, Zhao Yinlong held her corpse for a day and a night.

Since then, he has not remarried, and has taken his son alone, from Zhending to Anping, from the Central Plains to Saiwai, all the way.

"Nian Zhen, Dad is sorry for you." Zhao Yinlong untied a sword from his body, and there was a Zhao character engraved on it: "Run, run as far as you can, run back to Zhending, and tell you about my uncle." ”

"Brothers," he said to the other members of the caravan, "this time it is estimated that the Xianbei King has gone mad, and we can't go back." Run also, and go south with all your might. ”

After speaking, Zhao Yinlong turned over and got on his horse, and with the people of the escort team, he rushed towards the Xianbei people without hesitation.

However, none of the people in the caravan moved, and one of the older ones saw Zhao Yinlong stunned, slapped him on the back of the head, and shouted in a low voice, "Don't run yet." Let's die in vain? ”

Going back and forth between Saiwai and Anping again and again, they trusted Zhao Yinlong, knowing that this person with strong martial arts could lead himself and others to defeat any Xianbei person.

The number of people in the escort has always remained at one hundred and twenty, and those who have come from Zhending have died in a conflict with the Hu people. Anping's troops kept joining, and they were always guarding the caravan.

This time, in the face of an overwhelming number of Xianbei people. Everyone understands that they can't survive, and they pin their hopes on the eleven-year-old boy who looks stronger than the average fifteen or sixteen-year-old child.

He is the only one who has cultivated the channeling technique, and in order to build a foundation for him, his father's resources over the years have been spent on him, and his martial arts have always been standing still.

How could Zhao Nianzhen not understand? Sneak into the grass and keep looking back.

He saw that some of the caravan men were looking south. That's our hometown. Some people watched Zhao Yinlong and the others shouting and fighting with Xianbei people, and saw that people were constantly injured.

The entire caravan was as silent as death, and several times Zhao Nianzhen wanted to rush back and fight side by side with his father.

Later, he couldn't see his father anymore. Surrounded by waves of Xianbei people.

However, the father is still there, he has been yelling and laughing all the time. Until another Xianbei team appeared as far as the eye could see, and as soon as it arrived, it controlled the entire field.

The whole caravan was fenced off, and the Han Chinese were out of sight.

"Zhao Yinlong, right?" It was a middle-aged Xianbei man with a somewhat loud voice: "You can't run away today." Surrender, there are quite a few Han Chinese under my command over the years. ”

"You Han people have an old saying: Those who know the times are Junjie, I brought 30,000 people today, don't think about others coming to save you."

"Unwrap your parcel and throw it to him, so he can see that there is no one left."

Although from a long distance, Zhao Nianzhen could really see that they were human heads, and they were people from the other two teams.

The human heads were piled on the ground, one or two thousand, densely piled together, forming a half-foot high hillock.

Father's voice appeared again: "Tu Xuanhe, I saw you when I followed Brother Zhao Meng, and you lost in the competition." Remember that scar on your neck? It was left by the eldest brother. ”

"Zhao Meng?" Tu Xuanhe was shocked and angry: "He's still alive? I was about to get him in trouble to avenge the revenge I had taken back then. ”

He had not practiced the channeling technique, his voice was intermittent, and the wind on the grassland was not small, blowing from the grass where Zhao Nianzhen was to the northeast, whirring.

"Haha, the eldest brother didn't want to cause a dispute with you Xianbei people back then," Zhao Yinlong's voice was still heroic: "You escaped a dog's life by luck, don't you cherish it, do you want him to take it personally?" ”

My father was with him, and he often told stories to himself, and he really set the caravan of the Zhao family, and his footprints traveled all over the desert.

The uncle he had never met, in his father's description, was a great hero who stood up to the sky.

used to be at the foot of Helan Mountain, desperately injured himself, covering his father, otherwise there would be no future self.

My father told Zhao Nianzhen about the events of that year, and it was more than 20 years ago.

At that time, the Xianbei people did not unify the grassland, Tanshi Huai was a brave tribal leader, and Tu Quhe was just a relatively good personal guard under him.

At that time, the Xianbei people were very poor, and they wanted to get the food of the Zhao family, but they didn't want to give any compensation.

Whether in the grassland or the Central Plains, the fist is the last word, and the growing Xianbei tribe does not want to slaughter the caravan, otherwise they will face the double blow of the Han Dynasty and the Huns.

The Great Han Liaoxi Taishou Zhao Bao, is the brother of the eunuch Zhao Zhong, who is not interested in the one in the deep palace, but has no mercy to any Hu people, and is an iron-clad character, and Tanshi Huai can't afford to provoke him.

It was proposed by both sides to decide the ownership of the grain by force, and Zhao Meng took the lead, and one person even picked ten Xianbei warriors.

As for this Tu Xuanhe, he didn't even remember the name much, but it was just one of them.

After that, the Zhending Zhao family passed unhindered on the territory of the Xianbei people until Tanshi Huai unified the grassland.

Tu Xuanhe was shocked and angry, and did not give Zhao Yinlong and the others any chance.

Zhao Nianzhen, who was in the distance, heard his father's voice: "Tu Xuanhe, you don't even have the courage to fight?" ”

"These people are all your people, you don't even want their lives, all of them are shot here to death?"

"Tu Xuanhe, you remember, I, Zhao Yinlong, will not let you go, and Brother Zhao Meng will avenge us."

Tears flowed out involuntarily, and hearing those familiar screams, Zhao Nianzhen couldn't hold back crying anymore.

Father said, good boy bleed without tears, I'm sorry, father, I will never cry again.

However, today, let Zhen'er cry for you once.

I could no longer hear my father's voice, only the cheers of the Xianbei people.

"Go forward and cut off the heads of all the Han people, and we will take them to the king to receive the reward!" Tu Rekuhe's voice was clear this time.

Dealing with Xianbei people over the years, Zhao Nianzhen's Xianbei words are better than his father's, and he can hear them clearly.

No, they can't be allowed to spoil their father's body.

He took the flint out of his bosom, once, twice, and his hands trembled a little.

Finally, the dead grass was lit and there was a boom.

The fire took advantage of the wind and rushed straight to where my father was, and the smoke was billowing out.

Zhao Nianzhen didn't look back, and ran wildly south. (To be continued.) )