My lady, I'm going to rebel.

The sandstorms in Mobei were still howling as usual, sweeping the withered and yellow grass leaves all over the sky, as if to dye the whole world with a desolate color.

Mu Zheng was dressed in a black suit, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He stood outside the Huns' tent, looking straight at the people inside.

He was very sure that it was Han Zi.

And with Yang Diela's shout, Han Zi and others rushed out of the tent.

"Brother Mu!" Han Zi opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

Mu Zheng also showed a rare smile, hugged Han Zi back, patted his back vigorously, and said: "Long time no see, you are still the same."

The two separated and looked at each other carefully. Time had left some traces on their faces, but the friendship in their eyes had never changed at all.

After entering the tent, Mu Zheng ordered someone to serve wine. When the wine was full, he raised the glass towards Han Zi, drank it all, and then asked, "You have been in Chang'an all these years. Have you met any interesting people? How did you come to the Xiongnu today? It must have been an easy journey."

In fact, Mu Zheng wanted to ask if he had met Liu Xiu, but he couldn't ask directly, so he could only pretend.

Han Zi also drank the wine in his cup, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "Of course I have met many people. As you know, I run a caravan in Chang'an. I have met many people from all walks of life through the comings and goings. However, there is one person I must mention, his name is Liu Xiu. He is a man of great ability."

Mu Zheng's hands under the table suddenly tightened, and his heart was instantly in turmoil, but his face remained calm, but there was a hint of anxiety hidden in the depths of his eyes that was difficult for others to detect. He casually poured Han Zi another glass of wine and asked, "Oh? Who is this Liu Xiu? Why do you praise him so much?"

Han Zi took the wine glass, swirled the wine inside, and lost in his memories, he slowly said, "This man has great ambitions, extraordinary insights, and a sense of justice. He is very popular in Chang'an. My caravan has encountered difficulties several times, and Liu Xiu has helped to resolve them. I admire him from the bottom of my heart. This time I came to the Xiongnu, I originally wanted to go with him, so that I could look after him and let you meet such a man."

Mu Zheng's heartbeat accelerated, but he just responded, "Hearing you say that, he is really a rare person. I really should meet him."

Han Zi frowned, a trace of regret on his face. He sighed and said, "What a pity! Liu Xiu had something urgent to do and left early. I wanted to wait until he was done before setting off together, but that matter really couldn't be delayed, so I had to go ahead. Otherwise, you could have had a drink with him today."

ha?

The fire of expectation that had just ignited in Mu Zheng's heart was instantly extinguished as if by a basin of cold water, but he still forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter. Who can say for sure about fate in this world? Maybe we will have the chance to meet again in the future." But in his words, there was still a sense of loss that could not be concealed.

He really didn't expect that after a year or two, it would be so difficult for him to meet Liu Xiu.

But he also understood that since Han Zi had already established contact with Liu Xiu, the day of their meeting would definitely not be too far away.

For now, let’s deal with these four generals’ mansions first.

……

Mu Zheng looked at the camping site and had to say that it made full use of the terrain advantages.

The campsite was located on slightly higher ground, with deep trenches dug around it and rows of fences. In areas not covered by the trenches, there were sharp stakes and deer antlers everywhere, and there was only one entrance on the front.

Several teams of soldiers were patrolling the camp, all wearing armor, some holding spears, some carrying swords, and all with solemn expressions.

"When do we start?" Mu Zheng asked Yang Diela.

"Wait for the signal!" Yang Diela replied.

signal?

Just as Mu Zheng was wondering, a loud noise was heard outside the city, and then a soldier came to report that the four generals' mansions had gone to battle.

Yang Die pulled the corner of her mouth and yelled, "Assemble!"

……

Three days later.

Outside Acropolis, the once tranquil wilderness had transformed into a bloody battlefield. A howling wind whipped through, rustling the military flags as if cheering on the brutal battle.

On the Yang family's side, the soldiers all wore resolute expressions, clad in armor, wielding sharp blades, and standing in neat formation. Mu Zheng rode a black horse, his black robe dancing in the wind. His stern face revealed an indomitable determination. His gaze, like lightning, swept across the menacing coalition forces of the four generals' mansions not far ahead.

At his side, Li Lian held a spear, his silver armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Blood smeared faintly on the spear tip, the mark left by the brief clash with the enemy vanguard. Gritting his teeth, he whispered to Mu Zheng, "Today's battle may be a life-or-death struggle!"

"No!" Mu Zheng did not expect that the four generals' forces were so brave. They fought for three days but made little progress.

This was the fourth attack in three days.

Li Cheng, brandishing his two swords, rode on his horse, eager to give it a try, and shouted loudly: "Mu Zheng is right. No matter what the four generals' mansions of wind, fire, thunder and lightning are, we will make sure they never return!"

Seeing this group of people, Yang Diela was glad that she had made friends with Mu Zheng.

She was dressed in a fiery red dress, like a thorny rose blooming on the battlefield. She held the long whip tightly in her hand, the tip of the whip making a rustling sound in the wind. Her beautiful eyes were filled with an unyielding fighting spirit. She shouted delicately: "Soldiers, for the glory of the Yang Family Army, kill!"