Who is not Cao Cao?

Chapter 32 Lost General
When Cao Ren saw that Zhao Yun had taken He Yan away, he was also in a hurry. With his legs clamped on the horse's belly, he broke away from the team and rushed up, shouting, "Put Mr. He down!"

But he didn't know that the more anxious he was, the more Zhao Yun knew that he had caught the right man, and the horse ran faster and faster, fleeing farther and farther in the direction of the north and Liu Bei.

"Zhao Yun! Are you sick? Why arrest me?"

He Yan didn't expect that he, as the adopted son of Cao Cao, could experience Liu Chan's happiness. The two of them killed each other randomly, and soon left the battlefield.

Zhao Yun, who was riding on the horse, was a little puzzled: "Do you know my name?"

"Nonsense! Zhang Fei's voice is so loud, half the battlefield can hear him shouting."

He Yan retched suddenly: "Zhao Yun, it's really uncomfortable for you to hang me on the horse like this. Can you put me upright?"

Now He Yan is lying on the horse's back, and every bump of the horse makes He Yan's abdomen feel like being hit hard. This kind of feeling is really not comfortable.

It was at this time that Zhao Yun realized that He Yan was not an adult soldier, but a young man with a bun: "You are so young, what are you doing in the army?"

At the mention of this, He Yan also rolled his eyes: "I was kidnapped by that bastard Cao Ren! Otherwise, I should be listening to music in Goulan in Xuchang City!"

The more Zhao Yun heard it, the more strange he became, and he became suspicious of He Yan's identity.

At this moment, He Yan, who was still screaming in distress just now, suddenly pulled out the ring-sword at Zhao Yun's waist with quick eyesight and quick hands, and before he had time to use his strength, he slashed at Zhao Yun's arm holding the rein with the blade.

"Bah!"

Zhao Yun was taken aback by this, and quickly let go, but He Yan still made a huge cut in his left hand.

Seeing that the blow was missed, He Yan didn't hesitate at all, and directly held the blade high again, wanting to poke Zhao Yun's mount to death.

"Stop being presumptuous!"

Zhao Yun clamped his legs hard, loosened the right hand that controlled the reins, and chopped He Yan's neck with a knife.

"Whoosh!"

He Yan lost consciousness under this heavy blow, but the ring-shou knife in his hand still pierced the horse's belly, opening a wound, making it howl in pain.

Zhao Yun quickly tightened the reins, which prevented the white horse from throwing him and He Yan off, but since the horse was injured, it was obvious that it couldn't continue running wildly.

"This kid!"

Zhao Yun tore off a strand of cloth and wrapped it around his bleeding left hand, annoyed and angry at He Yan's actions.

Picking up the ring head knife that fell on the ground, Zhao Yun's eyes were a little fierce.

But when he saw He Yan's still immature face, his heart softened.

"Forget it, the trapped beast is still fighting, not to mention people calling?"

After thinking for a while, Zhao Yun tore some vines from the trees on the side of the road to bind He Yan's limbs and put him on the horse. He led the injured white horse and hid in the trail.

After a while, Cao Ren and Man Chong from the rear led their troops in pursuit.

"Zhao Yun's traces disappeared here. He probably took Mr. He along the path and hid in the nearby forest."

At this moment, Man Chong's face was full of embarrassment and annoyance: "If I hadn't been soft-hearted at that time, Zhao Yun would have been beheaded by the horse long ago. How could such a story come about?"

Cao Ren was not polite to Man Chong either, he stared at him directly and said, "If He Yan really has something wrong this time... Man Boning, even if Sikong lets you go, I will never end with you!"

Before Man Chong could reply, Cao Ren pointed at the criss-crossing paths: "Go and find me! If you want to see people, if you want to see them, if you want to see dead bodies! No matter what, you have to find them for me!"

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on horseback.

He Yan woke up early at this time, but he didn't move.

It wasn't until Zhao Yun led the horse to a small stream that he said angrily, "How long do you have to pretend? You will crush my dragon colt to death under such pressure!"

"How can it be so serious?"

Seeing that Zhao Yun found out, He Yan stopped pretending to be asleep and began to shake his limbs: "You tied me up like this, how should I get down?"

Only then did Zhao Yun step forward to carry He Yan off, and then threw him under a nearby tree.

After that, Zhao Yun stopped caring about He Yan, but found some weeds nearby, chewed them in his mouth, and applied them to the wound on the horse's belly with distress.

After finishing all these, Zhao Yun took down the grain bag hanging on the side, and started cooking on the spot.

quickly,

A handful of burnt corn was pulled out of the fire by Zhao Yun. After the corn cooled down, he held it in his hand and easily removed the husk, revealing the fragrant grain inside.

"Give."

Zhao Yun divided the food in his hands into two parts, and one part was handed over to He Yan.

"I'll loosen the shackles of your hands, don't even think about messing around again."

He Yan immediately complained: "What can I do? I can't beat you on land, and if I annoy you, if you bury me in this wilderness, how can I reason?"

Zhao Yun thought that this was indeed the case, so he helped He Yan untie his hands.

He Yan moved his sore wrists, and was not in a hurry to eat, but smiled wryly: "I was kidnapped and made a meat ticket the first time I went out. It seems that I will be safer staying at home in the future."

"First expedition?"

Zhao Yun sized He Yan up and down: "You were so calm when you first set off on an expedition. It seems that you are not a child of ordinary people."

After grabbing a mouthful of food and stuffing it into his mouth, Zhao Yun asked curiously like a baby again: "Who the hell are you? Are you Cao Ren's heir?"

"of course not!"

Cao Ren's son, Cao Taihe Yan, has seen it before, and he is still a kid who can pull shit into his crotch, and he is not cute, how could he be him.

"I am He Yan, the grandson of He Jin, the great general of the Han Dynasty, and I am currently working in the Sikong Mansion."

He Yan didn't hide anything about his identity, and told Zhao Yun directly.

"He...in?"

Zhao Yun's complexion changed.

When following Gongsun Zan and Liu Bei, Zhao Yun had heard He Jin's name from them, and knew that He Jin was indeed a great general of the Han Dynasty, and he was also Liu Bei's and Gongsun Zan's mentor—Lu Zhi's boss. Can't help but frown.

"So it's the son of General He's family!"

Zhao Yun let go of the restraints on He Yan's feet, and politely confessed to He Yan: "The situation is really urgent just now, and it is helpless for Yun to seize Mr. He as a hostage!"

"At present, Zhao Yun has no worries, so please forgive me, Mr. He."

Although Liu Bei and Cao Cao are enemies, everyone is a Hanchen after all, so we must pay attention to some affection.

Coupled with the fact that He Yan's grandfather, He Jin, was too prominent, a poor man like Zhao Yun really didn't dare to make a fuss about He Yan.

"If you don't sin or not, you will be forgiven, everyone is their own master,"

He Yan wrapped the clothes around his body, and looked at the surrounding sky that had gradually darkened: "Zhao Yun, don't you just plan to spend the night in the wild in this mountain? Even if you don't want to be a prisoner, at least you have to find someone else's house, right?"

……

The wind blew through the grass next to it, making a rustling sound.

Zhao Yun's voice was slightly embarrassing——

"Master He, the cloud looks like..."

"be lost."

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(End of this chapter)