Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Fufeng County, official road.

The two prefectures of Yong and Liang are sparsely populated. Since Beigong Boyu and Li Wenhou and others have set off a massive rebellion in the northwest, the official roads of the northwest have not been seen within ten miles. It is rare to see a few within a hundred miles. Figure.

On the official road, a carriage came slowly in the smoke and dust, surrounded by dozens of people, some riding horses, some walking following, riding horses dressed gorgeously, walking clothes rough, you can clearly see the master and servant Of points.

Although the one walking in front of the tall horse is wearing a robe, his eyes are fierce. The palms holding the reins are thick, the joints are prominent, and the robes are bulging. It seems that the guards invited by this big family.

These days are not peaceful, especially when the Qiang rebellion just broke out. The flat-headed people didn’t dare to go out at all. Only this kind of wealthy family relied on the guards to come out. But these guards just pretend to be, but the real mystery lies in the carriage. Among.

Suddenly, smoke and dust billowed ahead, people roared, and the momentum was noisy.

More than a dozen guards waited in full battle, looking back at the yellow-faced man riding a tall horse, he seemed to be the leader of the guards.

The yellow-faced man with a fierce expression furrowed his brows and shouted: "Keep the carriage and don't move!"

After that, he turned around and walked to the side of the carriage, stretched out his hand and gently opened the curtain, revealing the figure in the carriage. There were two people in the carriage, one big and one small. The big one was sitting in the carriage, his face was calm, his hair was slightly gray, he was obviously a scholar of Confucianism, and the child beside him was only eight or nine years old, dressed very well, with a neck. There was also a silver ring hanging on it, and his two **** eyes turned steadily, giving him a clever look.

The yellow-faced man said respectfully: "Master, the smoke ahead is arrogant. I'm afraid that Hu Qi, who doesn't have long eyes, is coming to make trouble. Please let me know."

The old man nodded slightly: "Well, wait for you to guard the carriage, and a certain negotiates with this group of husky."

This great Confucian was full of anger when he spoke. Although he was over half a hundred years old, his waist was straight. The meaning of his words seemed to say that he didn't care about his army and he didn't know his identity.

The boy on the side tugged his sleeve.

"Grandfather, these savage sons, are you willing to listen to your grandfather?"

"Zheng'er, don't worry, Beigong Boyu has to rebel in the name of Bianzhang and Han Sui. This group of shamans dare not help us."

While talking, he sighed and said leisurely: "Unfortunately, Famou reads the classics of Confucius and Mencius all day long, sitting and watching the chaos as a disaster for the Northwest..."

The yellow-faced man looked forward and waved his hand: "Ready!"

As soon as this statement was made, the surrounding guards ran under the carriage, took out a crossbow, leaned against the carriage, half-kneeled on the ground, raised the crossbow in their hands, and the crossbow bolts that were installed A cold light.

"Oh roar!"

Hundreds of Hu Qi galloped in from afar, and hundreds of war horses rushed in. Hu Qi on horseback wielded a bow behind his back, wielding a saber in his hand, and came with smoke.

The centurion in Hu Qizhong rushed out, looked at the guards resting by the carriage, and couldn't help but sneered.

"Old Piff, where do you want to go!" Centurion Hu Qi greeted him with a knife, raising his chin, with a proud look.

"The old man helps the wind and the law is true."

The Centurion Huqi was taken aback. The Northwest Han and Qiang lived together. The Han people spoke Qiang language, and the Qiang people could speak Chinese more or less.

"You, are you Mr. Pharaoh?"

The previously arrogant Centurion Hu Qi didn't dare to be presumptuous at this time. General Beigong and General Li both said that when encountering celebrities in the two states of Yong and Liang, they must be courteous.

Fa Zhen didn't change his face, and said, "Fa and his family want to find my son, please let me go."

Centurion Hu Qi was about to nod his head, but then he thought about it: General Beigong respected the two of Bian Han. If I invited Fazhen to him, maybe the general was in a good mood and gave me a commander.

"Mr. Pharaoh, General Bei Gong has admired Mr. Pharaoh for a long time. If I can see him, I will be very happy."

Fa Zhen frowned and said in a more serious tone: "Fam is going to find relatives, I am afraid that there will be no time to delay."

The centurion smiled, showing two rows of yellow teeth under his bushy beard.

If the text is not good, then you have to use force...

Whoosh!

With a strong sound, the smile on the Centurion's face suddenly solidified, because the arrow pierced his throat.

"Ho...Ho..."

The centurion made a ho-ho sound and fell to the ground. Hundreds of Hu riders panicked.

"Kill!" The sound of killing from the east suddenly sounded, one after another, Fazhen looked around, and saw that hundreds of cavalry rushed in again, but under the leather armor were red clothes. The faces of these knights were all Han Chinese. Family man.

Hundreds of Han riders came surging forward and rushed into the Hu Qi formation. The first one was even more unstoppable. The spear in his hand picked and killed him from left to right, like a storm strangling into the Hu Qi formation, killing blood.

Hundreds of Hu Qi killed the Centurion, and somehow they were killed by the Han Qi. There were two brave generals in the Han army. They were unable to form an army for a while, and they fled after pulling their horses.

The headed Han Jiang shouted: "Zifu! You lead two hundred horses to follow, and he will withdraw after ten miles."

With a knife in his hand, the Han General who was killing him happily agreed, and with a wave of his hand, two hundred horses followed him, biting Hu Qi's tail firmly, and chasing him out in one breath.

And this majestic Han Jiang Ze immediately stepped forward and said to Fazhen: "Is the old gentleman well?"

Fa Zhen nodded and smiled: "Thank you, the little general, or else these Qiang people will take the old man away. Don't you know the name of the little general Gao?"

"A certain is the left-car cavalry Sima, Liu Ye."

Fa Zhen was slightly surprised: "Could it be that he broke the yellow turban and captured Zhang Liangzhi Liuhou in person?"

Liu Ye's expression was neither humble nor overbearing: "The old gentleman praised him. Someone is a big soldier. It's a matter of course to break a thief.

Fazhen laughed and nodded: "There is Huangfu riding in Sansuke, and Liuhou is here. There is no worries about the Northwest!"

"From then on, to the east, there are all left-handed garrisons. Mr. Fa can rest assured that there is still something important for Mr. Fa."

After that, Liu Ye gave a long roar and galloped away, followed by more than two hundred horses behind him, heading northwest like a cloud.

Fazhen sat back in the carriage and ordered: "Duan Yan, return to the house."

Duan Yan looked puzzled, but the boy next to Fazhen couldn't help asking questions.

"Grandfather, aren't we going to Luoyang to find Daddy, why don't we go?"

Fazhen happily touched his grandson's head: "Zheng'er, let's go to your dad. That's because we are worried about the war in the Northwest. If there is such a good future, why bother to go?"

Fa Zheng held his small head high with a look of incomprehension, just said: "Grandfather, that general is so brave, Zheng'er likes him very much."