The double-eyed gun once again showed its power. Two Hun knights who charged quickly were shot into sieves. While the rest of the people were stunned, they quickly ran to the back of the haystack to load bullets. The old man resisted a Hun knight. The other two Hun knights rushed towards Yun Xiao again, not afraid of the ** in Yun Xiao's hand.

The double-eyed gun did not disappoint Yun Xiao, and there was no scene of blocking the stinky egg. After two gunshots, the Hun Knights fell off their horses.

In the end, the Hun knight was obviously the leader. The old man holding a guillotine had been injured several times, and his chest and back were covered with blood, but the old man still fought to the death with the guillotine in his hand.

The last bullet was loaded into the double-pupil gun and the duel ended.

The old man sat on the ground with a guillotine in his hand, gasping heavily, and his voice was as loud as if he was pulling a bellows. The wounds on his back and shoulders were shocking, and the flesh that was cut over was turned outward. However, it seemed that the old man was very excited. After a short rest, he picked up the sword and took the knife and cut off the head of the knight, holding it in his hand to appreciate it carefully, with joy on his face.

Damn, it's so heavy. People are dead, can they still abuse the corpse?

Yun Xiao looked at the old man who was so excited that he looked like a doll that picked up candy cubes, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Don't be afraid of it. Just rely on this head to be a marquis. Do you know who he is? He is the Zuo Daduwei of the Xiongnu Shanyu." As he said that, he flipped the body and quickly found a gold medal that was two inches wide and three inches long. The old man held the gold medal in his hand and weighed it a few times.

"This is the gold medal of Zuo Daduwei. With these two things, how can you not worry about eating and drinking for the rest of your life? Hahaha." The crazy laughter touched the wound. The already scabbed wound collapsed again, and slight blood gushed out again.

The old man just wiped his blood and started to touch the ground. He hesitated to pick up the plastic bag that was thrown by the Hun man. He seemed to be curious about this transparent bag and looked over and over again. He tried to put the gold medal in the head into the plastic bag. After pushing it twice, he felt that it was quite solid, so he felt relieved.

Rejecting Yun Xiao's request for bandaging, the old man put his head in his arms and started to stitch his horse.

"Baby, the women and children in this family go to sacrifice. We must leave quickly. If all the family members come back, we will die ugly."

Yun Xiao hurriedly packed up the items that were thrown around, but fortunately, practical items like the engineer shovel ** were not thrown away. As for the compressed biscuits that were ruined, they had to choose to discard them. The double-eyed guns also needed to be discarded. Without bullets, this thing was Yang Wei's savage and had no practical value at all. Yun Xiao didn't think that in the distant Han Dynasty, he could make bullets and something that was against the will of heaven.

After carrying the backpack, I looked at Xiaobai in my arms. This little guy was still sleeping. It seemed that the cat's habit of hiding at night had not changed at all.

The old man has successfully captured four tall horses. These four are the most majestic horses in the herd, and they are rare breeds on the grassland. If a horse in Chang'an could sell a BMW, it would still cost X6, and you can't even think about it below 750.

Yun Ye was about to get on the saddle and get on the horse, but suddenly he found that there were no stirrups. The horse's back was higher than Yun Xiao, so it was difficult for him to transform into Zhang Wuji.

The old man saw Yun Xiao’s difficulties, and he raised Yun Xiao on his horse with one arm.

"Boy, grab the horse's reins and fall off, it's not a joke." After the old man said that, he flew on the horse, his movements were lively and elegant, and he could see that his riding skills were very exquisite.

Yun Xiao almost cried, and rode a few laps in his previous life. Now this old man obviously has the tendency to make amateur fans play professional celebrities. According to his running method, falling to death is normal or not, it is a lucky thing.

"Uncle, I can't ride a horse."

"Hey, if our Han family suffers, they will suffer. They won't ride on horseback."

The old man was quite helpless and had to take out a rope to tie Yun Xiao to the saddle. "Boy, there is no time left. Whether you can live depends on your luck." After saying that, he whipped Yun Xiao's butt, and the horse under Yun Xiao's crotch was flying and running.

The surrounding scenery quickly retreated, and Yun Xiao felt that his butt and thighs were no longer his own. Xiaobai also felt obviously uncomfortable, and he poked his head out of Yun Xiao's arms. Seeing the scenery retreating rapidly, he was so scared that he shrank his head back.

After running for a whole day, Yun Xiao had the heart to die. This was simply not a human being. His thigh was covered with blood and blood. I guess if he rode down, he would become the first person to die on a horse. If he hadn't been tied to the horse's back, Yun Xiao would have quit.

But it was not him who couldn't hold on at first, but the old man. The violent exercise caused the wounds on his shoulders and back to keep bleeding, and the instinct for survival drove him to run desperately. But after all, it was not a person. The old man fell under the horse with a thud. Yun Xiao sat down and stepped on his chest with his hooves. Yun Xiao clearly heard the sound of the sternum shattering.

The horse stopped quickly without its owner's control. It seemed that it was very tired, and white foam had appeared in its mouth and nose.

Yun Xiao's horse also stopped. Yun Xiao struggled to break free from the already loose rope. Go down to check the old man's injuries.

The ribs were cut off by the horse's hooves, which were as big as a bowl, and probably inserted into the lungs. The old man vomited blood in a big mouthful, and sprayed a lot of blood foam every time he breathed. Such a serious injury was probably unlikely to be rescued in later generations.

The old man trembled with his hands and pulled off the plastic bag tied to his waist, handed the head to Yun Xiao, and blood was emitting from his mouth, but he could only make a giggle sound. He wanted to say something, but Yun Xiao didn't hear a word clearly. He just pointed to his chest weakly, and Yun Xiao tore open his robe. A wooden sign that was one inch long and half an inch wide was hung around his neck. The handwriting on the sign was blurred and unrecognizable. I think it must have gone through many hardships.

A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes. He suddenly sat up and looked towards the east, shouted "Han" and fell down.

This roar was not called out, but was spurted out from the chest, the cry of the old Han slave.

He once had family, and perhaps he had his own beautiful wife and lovely children. The nomadic tribes on the grassland ruthlessly plundered his hometown. These nomadic peoples did not make progress or develop, only robbery, killing and destruction.

Yun Xiao didn't know what great historical significance was. He only knew that the history books wrote that wherever the Huns' horses went, there was no advanced productivity, no national production index, no economic and trade, only corpses were everywhere, broken houses and tiles were broken, farmlands turned into wasteland, and civilians became slaves.

The Huns have never been a good neighbor, and they should be violently demolished when they treat such neighbors. Decades later, when Wei Qing and Huo Qubing's cavalry stepped across this grassland, that was the end of justice. The evil people do not want heaven to repay them, but people to repay them. The hatred formed by blood can only be resolved with blood.

Yun Xiao's heart was full of violence, nothing else. It was just because of this old man who didn't know his name, a free Han nationality became a tendency to be beaten and scolded by the Huns. How many such people are there in Yun Xiao, he only knew that he had the responsibility to end this history, who had the blood of the Han family.

There is no difference between the wronged soul under the sabre and the pride in the saddle. All life is equal, and no one has any power deprived of without reason.

No one can bully the people of the Han Dynasty at will, and no one can plunder and kill on the land of the Han Dynasty. No matter how powerful our enemies are, the blood of the Han family will eventually inspire us to pick up swords and fight for our own dignity and honor.
Chapter completed!