Traveling through the Three Kingdoms: She brings unlimited supplies to build infrastructure

Chapter 42 Zhang Zhang
Plains covered with light snow.

A white horse galloped lightly, and the snow and mud splashed, making small holes, revealing the tender grass sprouting in the mud.

Zhang Zhang leaned down on his horse, and an iron arrow grazed his temple, taking away a trace of flesh.

He originally intended to distract the enemy troops to buy warning time for Wang Wu who went to report the news, but he did not expect that the Hu cavalry behind him were not ordinary Wuhuan people.

The arrows flew past and made a sharp roar.

What they used were not the simple bone arrowheads used by the barbarians, but refined iron arrows.

The barbarians behind them seemed to be teasing them, sometimes galloping past them, sometimes following them from a distance.

Just like a cat catching a mouse, they play with each other and show off their superb shooting skills.

A trace of anger flashed across his young face.

There are fewer and fewer knights following him.

The white horse under his crotch was exhausted. Under his urging, it vigorously raised its hooves, and its lips were covered with foam.

Although the military's high-quality feed will keep it for half a month, it will be very strong and energetic.

But running at full strength for a long time has also reached the limit of this horse.

Sorry, old man.

Just can't stop yet.

Zhang Zhang stroked the sweaty horse's neck with distress, and his body shook awkwardly.

We also need to buy time for Wang Wu and the messenger who returns to Xiangguan to report the news.

Only the tired and tenacious escape of prey can arouse the hunter's interest.

Zhang Zhang looked around, and before he knew it, he was the only one left in the group.

At this time, the hunter behind him seemed to have lost interest in continuing the chase.

A stumbling rope with stones hanging on both ends flew towards the ground.

Tangled in the running hind hooves of the white horse.

This is Hu Qi's usual rope-throwing technique.

The white horse stumbled.

Together with Zhang Zhang on the horse, he flew forward and fell heavily to the ground.

He instinctively stretched his body to protect his vitals, and rolled on the ground a few times without exerting any force.

The exhausted white horse fell to the ground with both hooves broken and made no sound.

He didn't have time to breathe, his chest rolled with fishy sweetness, and he stood up with his mouth open. He didn't bother to wipe the blood from his head and face, and pulled out the Nang Shou knife hanging at his waist.

A group of horsemen shouted and chased after him, surrounding Zhang Zhang and the dead white horse.

They galloped, circled, and whistled.

Holding the knife open, his back hunched, his expression cold and solemn, like a trapped lone wolf.

A burst of tinkling bells came from far and near.

The surrounding Hu Qi moved to both sides to make way.

An extremely tall black horse slowly approached.

The black horse is equipped with colorful knots and a string of shiny bells.

A young Hu man with deep eyebrows and heroic spirit is riding on a horse. He has Wuhuan hair style, but wears Han military uniform and fine armor.

The young man who was carelessly playing with the riding crop in his hand looked at Zhang Zhang with interest.

"You are the White Horse Yi Cong, right?" The young man raised his chin and spoke very standard Chinese, "The White Horse Yi Cong of Gongsun Zan."

Zhang Zhang did not answer. He stared at the head hanging in a string by the hair next to the young man's saddle.

Brass bells hang beside the saddle, adorning the faces of several dead and closed-eyed faces. For the Hu youth, this is his proud prey and collection.

1, 2, 3, 4, ...

He opened his eyes and carefully discerned the faces of those heads.

Count until 9.Zhang Zhu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Two are missing, there is no Wang Wu!
He could recognize that none of the faces of the Gongsun family members who were shot appeared here.

All these heads belonged to Wang Wu and the Shibai Mayi Cong he brought out.

Obviously, this young Hu man has a very clear preference when choosing trophies.

The team that went to the pass to report the news was probably intercepted and the entire army was wiped out.

But Wang Wu and a certain soldier who went south to look for traces of the team escaped and were not humiliated by this fishy smell.

They should be able to find the team and warn Captain Zhao in time.

Thinking of this, a trace of relief appeared on his face.

As long as this is the case, his behavior makes sense.

The young Hu man looked down his open eyes in displeasure. The nine heads next to the saddle reminded him that his hunt was not satisfactory.

"Have those losers come back?" The young man suddenly gave a servant next to him a horsewhip.

The guard was wearing the same military coat that he was wearing. It was stained with blood and must have been stripped from a corpse.

The servant still caressed the new clothes fondly, and was whipped.

The whip made a shrill sound and slapped on his back.

It made him grin in pain even through his thick clothes.

But he did not show any dissatisfaction, touched the injured area, and replied in Wuhuan with a playful smile: "Don't worry, Xiaoshuai, Tu Ta has led 20 tribesmen, and they will definitely be able to bring back the two escaped white rabbits." .”

Tu Ta?The young Hu man known as Xiaoshuai looked lighter and seemed to have great confidence in this man named Tu Ta.

He turned his attention back to Zhang Zhang, and his eyes lit up when he saw the Nang-shou sword in Zhang's hand, "Are you still a general of Baima Yicong?"

At this point, the young man burst into laughter, and the laughter vibrated back and forth, making people's eardrums hurt. "I didn't expect that there could be such a good prey!"

Zhang Zhu smiled contemptuously when he heard this, and raised the saber in his hand: "Do you want it? Come and get it yourself."

Although he cannot understand Wuhuan language, he is a calm and observant person, and he can guess the content of the conversation to some extent.

He licked his lips, put his left hand into his mouth, and took out half of the broken molar.

He spat on the ground with bloody saliva and raised his hand to wipe away the blood dripping from his forehead.

He raised his eyebrows and raised his fingers at the young Hu man who was riding high on the horse, "Come on!"

Zhang Zhuo's contempt and provocation aroused dissatisfaction among many of the Hu youth's followers.

They shouted, took out their bows and arrows and were about to shoot Zhang Zhang on the spot.

Several Wuhuan men in black coats dismounted and pulled out the scimitars from their waists.

Zhang Zhang sneered, took off his pocket coat and threw it aside, unbuttoned his coat, and took off the armor underneath.

Pulling off the hair tie, he tightly entwined his right hand with the handle of the Ganshou knife.

He shouted angrily again: "Come on! You bastards!"

Zhang Zhuo's fearless demeanor calmed some people and angered others.

A trace of interest appeared on the face of the young Hu man. He was not provoked by Zhang Zhang and still sat firmly on the horse.

After fiddling with the bell, the young man moved his fingers and called several servants with angry expressions to come forward.

He bent down and whispered a few words to a subordinate.

He straightened up with a smile on his lips, as if he was thinking about something interesting.

Five or six followers who obeyed his instructions came forward.

The young Hu man looked at him with his hair disheveled, standing in the middle of the field, his back as straight as a pine tree.

He slowly raised his right hand with a casual attitude.

Then, it fell heavily.

(End of this chapter)