"Ren Hao, you...you bastard you must come back alive." Wen Yan stared in the direction of the God of War Pass, cursing in his heart.

"Woooo..."

When the sound of horses neighing was heard, Wen Yan and Xu Qing both looked in the direction of the sound.

They hoped that Ren Hao had returned safely, but unfortunately, the person who returned was not Ren Hao, but a cavalry scout who had returned from observation.

"Have you found Ren Hao?" Wen Yan and Xu Qing asked impatiently.

"Reporting to the commander, I did not find any trace of Lord Ren Hao on the road. I only found a Wei army of more than 10,000 people with a flag bearing the word 'Zhang Shuai' coming towards us. Should we let them pass or stop them?" The scout dismounted and reported.

Zhang character general flag?

Xu Qing frowned when he heard that.

He had heard from a Wei general before that there was an invincible Marquis Changsheng in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He thought that this flag with the inscription "Marshal" must belong to the Marquis Changsheng, Zhang Wenyuan.

Since this is the marching team of Changsheng Hou Zhang Wenyuan, we must not let them pass by here easily.

Xu Qing immediately told Wen Yan his idea, trying to stop and disrupt Zhang Wenyuan's team, but Wen Yan, who was angry, directly ordered: "Send our army to kill the Wei army to avenge Ren Sikong. Whoever can capture the general's flag will be rewarded with 100 gold and made a marquis of 100 households. Whoever kills the Marquis of Changsheng will be rewarded with 1,000 gold and made a marquis of 1,000 households. Whoever captures the Marquis of Changsheng alive will be rewarded with 10,000 gold and made a marquis of 10,000 households."

"Here."

All the soldiers took orders, and Wen Yan rode on Heifeng and rushed towards the Wei army first.

The morale of the retreating Wei army was low at this time. Faced with the Han cavalry that suddenly rushed towards them with murderous intent, the Wei army had no intention of fighting and only wanted to escape.

Although Zhang Wenyuan wanted to fight against the Han cavalry that suddenly attacked him, he was defeated. No one from the Wei army obeyed his orders and they all fled, abandoning their weapons and armor.

As a last resort, Zhang Wenyuan had to flee on horseback in a panic and join the retreating army in the rear.

"Don't run away, thief!!!"

Wen Yan rode on Black Wind to chase after the fleeing Zhang Wenyuan, but was stopped by Xu Qing who was following beside her and said, "Princess, don't chase after a desperate enemy. There are still retreating Wei troops behind us. We should quit while we are ahead."

Although Wen Yan was unwilling, she had no choice but to give up.

"withdraw!!!"

Following Xu Qing's order, everyone retreated with Xu Qing without any hesitation.

Although this battle failed to capture the Wei army's flag and Zhang Wenyuan was not captured alive, at least more than 800 Wei troops were wiped out and a Wei army's military advisor was captured alive.

And this military advisor was none other than Pang Hui.

"What is the name of the prisoner?" Xu Qing interrogated the captured Pang Hui in the county magistrate's mansion in Heyang County.

"Humph."

"You can kill me or chop me up, it's up to you. Why waste time talking?" Pang Hui, who was tied up, showed no fear and didn't even look at Xu Qing.

"Forget it, let's take him away first." Xu Qing waved his hand.

The right general next to him suggested: "The Marshal is very stubborn and refuses to say anything. Why don't we just kill him?"

"Anyone who can follow Marquis Changsheng must be no ordinary person." Xu Qing waved his hand and ordered them to keep a close eye on the man and not let him run away. They should also not resort to any private punishment and should treat him well. Who knows, this person might be of great use in the future.

……

A few days later.

On an unknown river beach somewhere, there lay a clay figure, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

This clay figure is holding a piece of driftwood tightly. If you don't look carefully, you would think that the clay figure is also a piece of driftwood.

For unknown reasons, the rivers here have become noticeably shallower, and many people are picking up fish along the riverside while the water is shallow.

When a little girl carrying a basket was picking up fish along the river bank, she unexpectedly found a clay figure lying on the rocky beach, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

"Mom, Mom, come quickly!!!" the little girl shouted hurriedly.

Soon a middle-aged woman came over after hearing her daughter's voice. The little girl quickly hid behind the woman and pointed at the clay figure on the beach.

The middle-aged woman walked to the stone beach. She thought the clay figure must be dead, so she was about to turn it over to see if there was anything valuable. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned the clay figure over, it suddenly opened its eyes and sat up.

This frightened the middle-aged woman so much that she mistakenly thought that her daughter was resurrected from the dead, so she immediately protected her daughter behind her.

And this clay figure was none other than Ren Hao who jumped into the river.

puff! ! !

Ren Hao suddenly spat out a large mouthful of muddy water from his mouth.

He was able to survive the disaster thanks to a piece of driftwood in the river.

He held the driftwood and floated westward. When he was thirsty and hungry, he drank some turbid yellow water. He also tried many ways to reach the shore or call for help, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not reach the shore, and no one heard his calls for help.

In the end, he was so exhausted that he fainted.

When he opened his eyes this time, although he was washed ashore, he didn't know where he was now.

"Where is this place?" Ren Hao turned around and looked at the Hu woman wearing a fur coat and with a terrified look on her face.

But before the Hu woman could answer him, he felt a pain at the back of his head and fainted again.

The one who attacked Ren Hao was a male Hu man holding a stick who came running over after hearing the noise.

He carried Ren Hao on his shoulders and went straight back to the tribe.

There was a Hu merchant caravan staying in the tribe that had not yet left. They were selling coarse salt and tea looted from the Wei border, as well as strong Wei people.

These Wei people were naked and tied up with long iron chains like a group of animals. The only expression on everyone's face was despair.

The price of each Wei person is also different. Skilled craftsmen are the most valuable, followed by strong laborers, and the worst are those Wei people who look skinny and cannot lift anything with their hands or carry anything with their waists.

The Hu man carrying Ren Hao ran up to the boss as if offering a treasure and asked, "Boss, how much do you think this Wei man is worth? I just captured him."

The Hu boss looked up and down at Ren Hao, who was covered in mud, and slapped him, saying, "This is not worth much. I can only give you five taels of coarse salt at most."

"Boss, can you exchange it for more? I spent a lot of effort to catch him." The Hu man pestered the boss to bargain.

"Five ounces of coarse salt is already given because of our good relationship. You should know that there are many skinny Wei people like him in my team. We don't need him at all."

"If you think it's not feasible, just sell it to another caravan. I'm about to leave, so don't delay me from making a fortune in Minglan." The boss pointed to his own Wei team.

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