"On the orders of the Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty, Yunzhong County guards Wei Shang, and worships Your Excellency......" Wei Shang bowed his head slightly, and then stepped forward and said: "Danghu, I'll start exchanging prisoners here......"

Wei Shang really couldn't wait any longer.

Landosin doesn't care about that.

He nodded and said, "That's right!" ”

So with a slight wave of his hand, the Hun cavalry behind him began to get out of the way.

One after another, the Han people with their hair scattered and staggering, took heavy steps and walked forward.

These people are basically in their thirties or even forties.

They were taken captive to the steppes and lived a miserable life under the whip of the Huns.

In those years, there were almost no fellow villagers and neighbors who were taken captive with them.

Even they have been resold many times.

If it weren't for the Battle of Mayi, the Han army would have won.

If it weren't for the negotiations between Han and Hungary, the question of returning them would have been involved.

At this moment, they are actually dead.

In the Huns, in the steppes.

Once the slave loses the ability to work, or is not as capable as he used to be.

Then their owners will definitely find a way to cash out and preserve their value.

How to monetize? How to maintain value?

The answer, of course, is to sell to shamans.

The shamans would make all the slaves they bought into various ritual and spiritual weapons.

Then, they were resold to the nobles who needed them.

Or for your own use.

However, the victory in the Battle of Mayi completely changed their fate.

………………………………

Yuan Chu remembered that two months earlier, he and several slaves taken by the Huns had been driven by the Huns with leather whips into an eerie tent.

The tent was covered with all kinds of human skins and bones.

An old shaman, with even the wrinkles on his face attached, took a bone knife and a bone needle and gestured around their bodies.

At that time, Yuan was trembling with fright.

In his nervousness, he shouted out a sentence that had been forgotten by him for a long time and seemed to only remain in his memory: "The eldest husband can be killed, but not humiliated!" ”

Originally, he was ready to be disemboweled, cramped and plucked by that shaman.

But......

Yuan Chu will never forget that after hearing his words, the terrifying old shaman shook his hand, and the bone knife fell to the ground without holding it steady.

"Han Dynasty people?" The old shaman narrowed his eyes and asked as he picked up the bone knife tremblingly.

After getting Yuan's nod.

The old shaman said something that made Yuan Chu still roll in his heart until now.

"The people of the Han Dynasty are people who are favored by the gods, and they should not become a magic weapon, take him to Shan Yuting, and give it to Shan Yu ......"

In this way, Yuan was escorted, crossed more than a thousand miles of grassland, and came to the Xiongnu Shan Yuting.

There, he saw many of his fellow citizens.

These people, like him, have been tortured by the Huns and are dying.

Many people don't even speak Chinese anymore.

Even what can be said is a little rusty.

Nearly twenty years of enslavement and oppression in the steppes destroyed everything they had.

Including personality, self-esteem, courage, and pride.

Hardly anyone dared to look up at people.

However, in the Xiongnu's single court.

Those nobles and herdsmen who used to whip down at every turn, and even unscrupulously whipped slaves, did not come to bully, humiliate, let alone whip Yuan.

This made Yuan Chu very strange.

In his memory, the brutal Xiongnu nobles, as long as they saw a captured Han Dynasty slave in a certain place, would like to come up and whip it, in order to show and show their strength, and at the same time humiliate the captured Han Dynasty people.

The Huns not only did not torture and humiliate him anymore.

Yuan even found that his treatment had also changed.

The Huns provided him with a clean tent to live in.

Although it is a tent of ten people, it is much better to guard the sheep for the owner than in the past to sleep outside the tent.

Not only that, but the Huns also provided food, including cheese.

Even, sometimes some bones are given.

Such a strange change naturally surprised Yuan Chu.

Until one day, Yuan accidentally bumped into a Hun child who was riding a sheep and playing in the Shan Yu court.

In the past, slaves who dared to attack their masters' heirs were tortured to death if they were not killed.

However, that time, after the Huns discovered his identity, they surprisingly did not do that, but said meaningfully: "Han Dynasty people, you are lucky!" ”

Since that time, Yuan has known.

Something must have happened that turned upheaval.

Let the Huns change their perception of themselves and the ethnic group to which they belong.

Finally, one day, Yuan heard the discussion of several Huns in private.

So, he knew the beginning and the end of it all.

His motherland twenty years ago is now stronger!

In a battle of Mayi, the main force of the Xiongnu invasion was completely annihilated, and even the King of Youxian and the King of Zhelan were destroyed in the hands of their motherland.

The emperor of the Han Dynasty won a great victory and reached an agreement with the Xiongnu.

After twenty years of captivity and torture, he will return to his hometown, which is almost vague in his memory.

Since that day, Yuan has been tossing and turning every night.

Every night, he recalls the mountains and rivers of his hometown, the sound of his parents, and the companions he played with when he was young.

He will think of his brothers and sisters in his family, the little lady he loved when he was young, and the nightmare that will always remain in his heart, the Huns who destroyed his hometown and everything he had.

At this moment, Yuan Chu stood in the crowd and walked forward with his companions on the left and right.

In the distance, a black dragon flag fluttered high.

The Han army was in a tight formation.

The sound of drums suddenly sounded, and the gentle and low chorus rose at the same time.

"Picking the weed, picking the weed, and the weed also stops. It is said that it will return, and the years will not end. The house is beautiful, and the reason for the rampant. Not to mention the start of the house, the reason for the rampant ......"

Listen to the familiar drum music and zither in my memory, look at the familiar mountains and rivers in front of me, and then look at the possible hometown and homeland in the distance.

The prisoners of war burst into tears and wept bitterly.

Although most of them did not understand the meaning of the Han army on the other side playing music and poems.

But music doesn't need words to reach people's hearts.

The low music and tactful chanting made them involuntarily recall the softest parts of their hearts, those homelands that had been forgotten.

"Picking the weed, picking the weed, the weeds are also soft. When he returns, his heart is also worried. Worried, hungry and thirsty. I am undecided, and I will be hired ......"

Listening to these music, the gentle sounds of these chantings, Lan Tuoxin's heart became inexplicably irritable.

After the Battle of Mayi, Lan Tuoxin realized the importance of learning from the Han Dynasty. As a result, he has now made up for the culture and history of the Han Dynasty.

Although, such a profound content as the "Book of Songs", he has not been able to dabble in it for the time being.

However, this did not prevent him from being able to hear and understand some of the meanings.

"The people of the Han Dynasty are really too deceitful...... Lan Tuoxin clasped his hands and yelled in his heart.

Ever, only the Huns rode on other people's heads to show off their might, when did the Huns have such treatment today?

He couldn't understand the meaning of those verses, though.

But he knew that the people of the Han Dynasty would never be untargeted!

Sure enough, after a low and tactful chant.

In the Han army on the opposite side, suddenly the sound of gold and iron struck, the drums were strong, and the sound of chanting suddenly became impassioned and sacred.

Knock knock!

In the roar of war drums.

Boom!

In the sound of gold and iron.

The soldiers of the Han army sang in unison: "Bilvi? The Glory of Normalcy. What is Belus? A gentleman's car! Rong car driving, four peony industry. How dare you settle down? Three wins in January! ”

…………………………

On a hill ten miles away.

An old man with white hair and a slight tremble, surrounded by several Hun nobles, listened attentively to the music and chanting from afar.

"Poetry Caiwei......" The old man hissed in a hoarse tone, and sneered strangely: "Cai Wei Caiwei, return and return!" ”

"In the past, I went back, the willows are still around, now I think about it, the rain and snow are ......"

"Hahahaha......"

"The surname is Liu, you owe me, why didn't you think to pay it back?"

"Who wants to leave their homeland and be left behind?" He raised his head and looked hideous: "You forced me!" ”

"I swore back then!" He gritted his teeth, and his fingers dug into the flesh: "I will do it, for the Han patient!" ”

He is the Bank of China said.

The first traitor recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty.

The first person who took the initiative to take refuge in the enemy, and, wholeheartedly, helped the enemy against his own homeland.

Of course, the BOC says it doesn't think so.

In his eyes.

He just wanted to take revenge on Emperor Liu, against the one sitting in the Xuanshu Hall of Chang'an City.

Even today, that emperor is dead.

However, as long as there is still the emperor's heir sitting in the Xuanshu Palace.

He won't stop retaliating.

Anyway, he's a eunuch.

So I don't care about the descendants, the ancestors and the ancestors.

"You won't be proud ......for long," BOC said, swearing in his heart.

In the ice and snow of the North Sea, he has been holding on to immortality.

It's because of hatred that it's supporting.

"Before I die, I will definitely let Liu Heng and his descendants know what kind of thing they did wrong!"

………………………………………………

The prisoner exchange ceremony continues.

The captives escorted by the Han and Hungarian sides were driven to the center between the two armies.

"Let's get started......" Wei Shang said with a wave of his hand.

"Good!" Lan Tuoxin also nodded.

Prisoners of war on both sides began to be exchanged.

In groups of 10 people, the handover will be carried out.

The difference is that on the Han army's side, when a group of compatriots were brought back, military judges and scribes immediately stepped forward to ask for their surnames and places of origin.

Behind them, more than a dozen carriages loaded with household registration documents were arranged one by one, according to age and region.

As soon as the names and places of origin of the prisoners of war were obtained, the military judges and clerks began to search for files in the wagons where they were located.

"Yuan, Zuoting, Daoqi Township, Fuping County, Beidi County!"

Yuan Chu faced the officials who came to ask for his name and place of origin, and stammered and nervously said his hometown in his memory.

"Hokupyeong-gun Archives!" The two officials immediately shouted loudly.

Immediately, hundreds of dusty bamboo slips were pushed forward.

After only a few moments, someone shouted, "Found it!" ”

"Yuan! A native of Zuoting, Fuping Daoqi Township, he is seven feet five inches tall, slightly fat, and has a white beard...... Twenty years old, for the villager...... In the sixteenth year of Emperor Taizong, he was captured by the Huns...... a scribe said loudly: "Father Yuan Dao, died in the spring and March of the first year of Yuande!" Brother Yuan Zhi, Daoqi Township Youyi, middle brother Yuan Feng, the second year of the first emperor, the death of the king, from the younger brother Yuan Yi...... Yulin Guard Left Team Rate! ”

Then, the clerk held the bamboo slip of the household registration file, walked up to Yuan, and looked at his appearance.

On the household registration file, it is clearly remembered that this person named Yuan is seven feet five inches tall, slightly fat, with a white beard, born in the late Lu period, pinching his fingers, and is only in his thirties today.

In the Han Dynasty, a strong man in his thirties is a tiger with a bear waist and is in the prime of life.

But the person in front of him was emaciated, hunched over, his face was covered with scars, and even a few fingers of his left hand were missing.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the seven-foot-five-inch tall, slightly fat, white-faced countryman recorded when he joined the army.

Seeing this, the scribe walked up to a high-ranking official with the file and muttered a few words.

When the official heard this, he said: "Yuan Yi, Yuan Zimei? ”

He is a Lantai Shangshu, and he is a close confidant of Shangshu Ling Jidian, and he has some basic impressions of those middle and senior officers in Yulinwei, and even dealt with them.

"In that case, send it to Chang'an and let Yuan Zimei identify it!"

Yuan was undoubtedly lucky.

His family and clan are still there.

And it's a good mix.

But many more people are not so lucky.

Yang Ye...... Your family is no longer in the ...... of the Hun invasion."

Zhang Zhi...... Your wife and children remarried more than ten years ago, and there is no trace of ......"

One bad news after another made many people cry bitterly.

At this time, there was a county order in Yunzhong County, which was specifically responsible for sheltering and placing them.

"Gentlemen, please mourn ......"

"Today, the Holy Son of Heaven is in power, and Jia is greatly beneficial to the world, and the Son of Heaven has ordered me to shelter and treat all ......the monarchs well," the county magistrate of Yunzhong County said: "In my county, there happen to be fewer people who guard the gate of the official office and take care of the official fields, if the monarchs do not dislike it, they can stop us first and settle down, and then take care of other ......."

Of course, there are luckier people.

For example, when a certain returned prisoner of war had just said his name, the scribe who received him across from him immediately knelt down and bowed: "Uncle, please accept the unfilial nephew!" ”

And the prisoner of war was also fighting, looking at his nephew in front of him in disbelief, and wept.

Wei Shang rode on his horse, looking at the scene of joy and sorrow in the twilight in front of him, and his eyes were a little moist.

He's old.

In two months, he will step down from Yunzhong, return to his homeland, and live for the rest of his life.

Before leaving office, we can see the return of those comrades who were taken captive and robbed because of the war.

This was a great comfort to him.

But......

That's not enough!

The Huns have not yet paid the price, and they have not yet encountered reciprocal retaliation!

So......

"The enmity of Xianggong Fu IX, the Spring and Autumn Period!"

"A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, a hundred years is not too late!" (To be continued.) )