Hou Dayong knew that Ajige was watching him, so he forced himself to do not look back.

It was not what Hou Dayong wanted to make Ajige heartbroken, but there was no other choice unless he was willing to hunt in the Daxinganling Mountains all his life. The "wind" trot happily, and Ajige's eyes followed Hou Dayong, and his generous back gradually became smaller and finally disappeared on the horizon.

On the way south, the sky was high and the clouds were light, the forests were dense, and the river water was clear. Hou Dayong had no clear goal, so he was not in a hurry to rush. He walked slowly on the grassland with one horse, and many questions that he had never thought about before came one after another.

"What is the current situation in the Central Plains? How to find Chai Rong? Can you serve in front of his account?"

"If God has brought me back to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, he should have his reason."

"Will my return to this era affect future eras? According to the butterfly effect, even if things have changed, will the future change become greater and greater?"

"I remember when I was in the military academy, the professor asked a question, what determines the size of an artificial satellite, and the students gave many answers. In the end, the professor's answer was surprising. The size of a satellite was determined by the butt of a horse. Why, it is very simple, because initially, satellites and their production tools were transported by trains, so the size of a satellite must match the train. The size of the train is determined by the orbit. The size of the orbit was made based on the width of the butt of the two horses at that time, so the size of the satellite was determined by the butt of the horse. It is absurd, but it is real. This is a question of path dependence. What is the decision of the Chinese nation to choose from, and it is determined by the beautiful Daji of a smile? It is determined by the conversation between Confucius and students in the bright March of spring? Or is it determined by Qin Shihuang sweeping Liuhe? What can a modern soldier return to this era?

The problem is like a mess, the more you make, the more confused you make.

After passing through the Great Liao River, the scenery changed and large areas of barren land appeared. I think this place should be the old land of the Bohai Kingdom. After the Liao Kingdom conquered the Bohai Kingdom, it fought for years. Most of the reclaimed land was abandoned. Hou Dayong was originally worried about meeting the Liao cavalry, but after two days of leaving, he did not meet a single person. Hou Dayong secretly sighed: From the south of the Liao River, in modern society, it is actually the Bohai Rim Economic Zone, with a dense population and a developed economy, but now it is almost an unmanned area.

After another day of travel, there was a hint of salty smell in the air. Hou Dayong guessed that it might be the Liaodong Bay. When he arrived at the seaside, it was almost dusk. The endless sea appeared in front of him, slowly disappeared in the dark night. Only the waves aroused by the ebb and flow of tides, which were deep and distant, which made people feel awe.

After three days of the trip, Hou Dayong decided to rest for a day before going on. After three days of the trip, Hou Dayong did not meet anyone. Although the hermit needed an environment for no one to practice, Hou Dayong was not a hermit. It would be okay if he had no one for a day. Not seeing anyone for several days made him feel quite uneasy. At night, Hou Dayong burned a bonfire and drove away his loneliness with the light of fire.

People are group animals. When they get together, various contradictions and problems will arise, but when a person faces nature alone for a long time, his mind will be tested even more. Hou Dayong took out his cell phone in the firelight, and his wife was still gently instructing: "Husband, be careful of your body, don't work too hard, drink less wine, and miss me and my sister." This passage was specially recorded by Hou Dayong on his mobile phone when he participated in the military exercise. Hou Dayong was still laughing at the time when his wife was not old and started to talk long-term. Unexpectedly, his wife's instructions became out of print. Although there was no signal on the phone, Hou Dayong still kept dialing the numbers at home, but the miracle still did not happen.

After a day of rest, Hou Dayong started to set off again on the fifth day. As he walked, the "wind" suddenly became excited and kept sniffing. Hou Dayong guessed that the "wind" might have discovered something, so he let it run. Sure enough, the "wind" took Hou Dayong to a camp.

Hearing the horse's neighing, the two of them came out of the camp, with knives hanging on their bodies. The two looked similar, one was about 40 years old, and the other was less than 20 years old, and it was obvious that they were father and son. When the two came out, they looked a little nervous and their hands were naturally placed on the hilt of the knife. The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was only one horse.

Although Hou Dayong had never seen the ancient Han people of this era and there was nothing special about the two, Hou Dayong judged by intuition that the two should be Han people. After looking at each other for a while, the middle-aged man asked, "Are you from Bohai?"

Hou Dayong did not understand it very well. The dialects of different places in modern times are very different, especially in Fujian, Guangdong and Shanghai. Foreigners are like listening to foreign languages. I think there was inconvenient transportation in ancient times, and there was less communication in different regions. The dialect gap should also exist or be larger. Although Hou Dayong learned some pronunciations from Sumo and Mohist people, he still did not understand them. With the experience of writing the last time, Hou Dayong immediately got off his horse, pulled out his dagger and wrote on the ground: "I am from Youzhou, Hou Dayong."

When the middle-aged man saw Hou Dayong take out a dark dagger, his fingers habitually touched the handle of the big knife. Seeing the Chinese characters he wrote on the ground, he felt relieved and wrote: "He Xugui, why is Hou Lang alone here?"

When Hou Dayong saw what this person wrote, he called the other party "Lang". He thought that this was a name for each other and learned to write: "I am a Han native in the north. After the Khitans occupied Youzhou, I followed the Martree tribe north. Because I was not used to the bitter coldness of the north, I wanted to return to the Central Plains. Fortunately, I met you all."

He Fugui also wrote: "There are many robbers and horse thieves in the north. We are going to Cangzhou. If Hou Lang is willing to go with me, wait for me to tell Liu Lang and let Hou Lang go back with us. Can you do it?"

"I am willing to walk with you, thank you." Hou Dayong wrote. When he went south, he heard from the people of the Marxist tribe that he needed to pass Yuguan (Shanhaiguan). Hou Dayong was worried about passing Yuguan. After hearing He Fugui's invitation, he immediately agreed and expressed his gratitude to He Fugui again and again.

He Fugui took Hou Dayong into the camp and met Liu San, the owner of the caravan. Liu San was a merchant from Cangzhou. He often went to Baitou Mountain and Xing'anling to purchase specialties outside the pass, and then sold daily necessities from the Central Plains outside the pass. At that time, the Central Plains had close contacts with the Northeast. Although the regime did not change, private transactions were frequently active.

He Fugui and Hou Dayong entered Liu San's tent, Liu San was lying comfortably on a recliner drinking tea. He heard He Fugui finish his story and did not speak. He just glanced at Hou Dayong with the corner of his eyes, and the light flashed away. Hou Dayong didn't say anything, and stepped forward and bowed with his hand. Liu San saw Hou Dayong's burly figure, handsome appearance, neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and secretly praised his surprise. He was silent on his face and nodded, which was considered to be acknowledging He Fugui's request.

He Fugui and Liu San easily left Hou Dayong in the caravan. There were two reasons. First, Hou Dayong was a Han Chinese. The caravan was a convention. When he encountered difficulties in Hu, he had to help. If he didn't help, he would be considered to be indifferent and righteous and looked down upon. Second, more important reasons, recently, a group of Khitan horse thieves were active on the north side of Yuguan. The leader was called Xi Duguan, who was cunning and as cruel as a fox, and was as vicious as a pack of wolves. The caravan was robbed many times. After most of the horse thieves robbed property, they did not want human lives. Only the caravans were both wealthy and life. The caravans were terrified of the caravans. Therefore, fewer and fewer caravans went north. Liu San was worried about Xi Duguan. As the leader of the guard, He Fugui was really worried about Xi Duguan. Seeing that Hou Dayong was tall and carried weapons, they wanted to call him as a guard to strengthen their strength.

Seeing that Hou Dayong seemed to understand Zhongyuan's words, He Fugui slowed down his speech, and compared and introduced the situation of the caravan to Hou Dayong in detail. When Hou Dayong was in the Martial Arts, he had learned the language of this era and had a certain foundation. After four or five days, he guessed and basically understood what He Fugui said.

At this point, Hou Dayong knew exactly that it was the second year of Guangshun, the second year after Guo Wei became emperor, and Chai Rong was in Chanzhou, that is, in Puyang, where he served as the governor of Chanzhou, prosecutor of Taizhou, and was granted the title of Marquis of Taiyuan County.

The Liu San family is a famous family in Cangzhou. The family has a thousand acres of land. His brother Liu Erlang and Liu Cunxiao was the governor of Cangzhou. Liu San traveled back and forth in Cangzhou and the north for many years, accumulating a lot of wealth for the family. This time, there were more than 50 caravans going north. Because the caravans sold a lot of valuable items, they specially invited guards. He Fugui was the leader of the caravans and Zhao Wu, another leader of the guards.

Cangzhou has always been a battlefield for the fight between Hu and Han, and the folk martial arts style is very strong. He Fugui came from a famous martial arts family in Cangzhou. He was a well-versed martial arts family. He was born in the twelve ways of "He Family Knife". He had fierce moves and rarely had opponents. He Wulang was the best martial arts among his children. He was very popular among He Fugui. He guarded several times and made great efforts. Zhao Wu, the deputy leader of the guard team, also came from a martial arts family in Cangzhou, but the He Zhao family had many years of disagreement. This time, Liu San's trip to the north had another special mission. In order to deal with the independent officials and ensure that everything was foolproof, Zhao Wu and He Fugui were invited together. Although Zhao Wu was very skilled in martial arts, he was narrow-minded. He Fugui did not want to protect a caravan with Zhao Wu. Liu San invited him many times but could not refuse. He Fugui agreed to protect the caravan with Zhao Wu.

He Fugui had a unique vision and was deeply impressed by Hou Dayong's dark dagger. When he took Hou Dayong's dagger, he tried the blade with his fingers and played for a long time, and was amazed: "As expected, this knife is simple and sharp, and it is a real magic weapon. It is a powerful weapon. It is just a general." Hou Dayong secretly admired He Fugui's vision, and even said, "This is a family tradition, I don't know who cast it." He Fugui's disciples all knew that Hou Dayong had a precious sword, and they all took it to watch it. Those who were flirting with even copper coins to try how sharp this sword was, but the copper coins were easily cut in half.

Zhao Wu looked coldly at He Fugui's disciples surrounding Hou Dayong. Hou Dayong was recruited by He Fugui, so he became hostile to Hou Dayong. When Zhao Wu's disciple told him about the sharpness of the dagger, Zhao Wu sneered: "What's so strange about a broken knife?"

Zhao Wu did not hide his hostility towards Hou Dayong. Hou Dayong learned from He Wulang about the disagreement between the He Zhao family and said to himself: "It turns out that I treat me as He Fugui's person. I don't care about this. If anyone offends me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, I will offend others." After that, Zhao Wu provoked trouble several times. Hou Dayong knew that he came from a martial arts family. He did not know how powerful his martial arts were, and he had always endured it.

Every day when the caravan stops, He Fugui and Zhao Wu both urged their disciples to practice martial arts. Of course, He Fugui and Zhao Wu are both guarding each other and practicing at a distance from each other. Hou Dayong was a little curious about ancient martial arts, not knowing what ancient martial arts were like or whether they were as magical as in martial arts novels. Worrying that one day they would conflict with Zhao Wu, Hou Dayong took advantage of Zhao Wu's skills to use the means used by troops to reconnaissance while Zhao Wu was practicing martial arts and carefully observed Zhao Wu's martial arts. Hou Dayong made a basic summary of Zhao Wu's martial arts: for the Northern School of Martial Arts, he opened a big deal, paid attention to footwork, was very practical and difficult to deal with. However, his martial arts were not as magical as described in the novel, and he should be able to deal with it.

He Fugui asked Hou Dayong many times what he learned, but Hou Dayong said that he only learned the archery, fist, and knife skills of Sumo and Mohist people, and they were all used to fight against wild beasts in the mountains, and they did not learn the skills. Hou Dayong was telling the truth. The moves learned by the special forces were all practical and fierce, and they all defeated the enemy with one move. Apart from wrestling, they really couldn't say that they had practiced any martial arts.

After Zhao Wu provoked many times, Hou Dayong decided to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

The time came soon. One day, the caravan was resting. Hou Dayong took water to wash the "wind". When passing by Zhao Wu's tent, Zhao Wu pretended to accidentally splashed a bucket of dirty water on Hou Dayong. Liu San, He Fugui and others all saw this, and everyone felt that Zhao Wu was too much. He Fugui couldn't help but say, "It's too much."

Zhao Wu stood in front of the tent, staring at Hou Dayong with a smile. Hou Dayong knew that this was a good opportunity to punish Zhao Wu, and it was initiated by Zhao Wu. Everyone saw it. If you defeat Zhao Wu, you can establish your authority in one battle, so as not to cause trouble in the caravan in the future.

Hou Dayong wiped the dirty water from his face and walked to Zhao Wu. He was very calm but very clearly cursed: "Pig Head, live impatiently, go eat shit." After cursing, he spitted phlegm at Zhao Wu. Zhao Wu avoided the phlegm and had not yet reacted. Hou Dayong then cursed: "Pig Head, come, come, come, come, let your elders teach you a lesson." In this era, the adults in Cangzhou's words meant to be their father, and Hou Dayong's words were extremely insulting Zhao Wu. This is Hou Dayong's strategy. Since he wants to teach Zhao Wu a lesson, he must be unforgettable. The strategy is to first anger Zhao Wu, let him make mistakes in anger, succeed in one blow, avoid fighting with him, and make his martial arts unable to be displayed.

At this time, when the caravan saw Hou Dayong being rude, they all knew that Zhao Wu was suffering and secretly called something wrong. Sure enough, Zhao Wu was so angry that his face turned purple. He Fugui called out secretly, and came to Liu San, hoping that Liu San would stop the fight, but Liu San did not express his opinion.

Zhao Wu and Hou Dayong came to the open space in the middle and the two sides began to confront each other. Zhao Wu had returned to peace. Hou Dayong secretly praised: After all, it is a martial arts family with rich fighting experience and can control anger before fighting.

Hou Dayong rushed towards Zhao Wu's face with one step. Seeing that the punch was plain, He Fugui was just strong and powerful. He sighed: "Hou Lang had never practiced his fists and feet, how could he be good now?" Zhao Wu, who was like He Fugui's thoughts, couldn't help but feel contemptuous. He opened Hou Dayong's punch and immediately began to counterattack, using a "black tiger pounding heart" to hit Hou Dayong's chest. Facing Zhao Wu's heavy punch, Hou Dayong did not retreat but advanced, and strode forward and approached Zhao Wu. Although Zhao Wu's heavy punch hit Hou Dayong, because the distance was too short, there was no lethality. Hou Dayong took the opportunity to quickly pull Zhao Wu's neck with both arms and tighten his arms. Zhao Wu's body was forced to bend forward. Hou Dayong used a skill to hit Zhao Wu's chest. Zhao Wu was unconscious on the spot.

Hou Dayong's move comes from Muay Thai, called pulling the neck and hitting the knee. It is a common move used by scouts in the army. It has been tried and done many times. When the two armies meet, especially the scouts meet, there is no time to fight with the enemy. The moves are enough to end the battle. Hou Dayong first angers Zhao Wu, then shows weakness, and then quickly ends the competition with a fierce and thrilling Muay Thai. The whole process is carefully planned, not a reckless move.

Seeing this result, the caravan was stunned, and they didn't expect the competition to end in one move, but the strong Zhao Wu fell down.
Chapter completed!