Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

After a whole night of fighting, everyone was exhausted.

In particular, the Liangzhou soldiers that Duan Yu brought from Jinyang.

From Jinyang onwards, they marched at breakneck speed with almost no rest, as did the soldiers and their warhorses.

Seeing the soldiers resting wearily against their comrades or on their warhorses, Duan Yu also wanted to order them to rest for a day or two.

But time waits for no one.

The soldiers, who had only a little over an hour to rest after a hasty bite, were all trying to get some sleep.

Some even fell asleep while chewing rice.

Not far away, Zhang Liao was with Zhang Xun.

The two brothers walked towards Duan Yu's direction.

"Don't worry, brother, Brother Duan is a very good person, he will agree," Zhang Liaoan reassured Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun nodded.

At this moment, Zhang Xun had already taken off his armor, and all the wounds on his body had been bandaged.

His face, however, showed a sorrowful expression.

Zhang Liao knew very well why.

Meng Ji's death was a huge blow to Zhang Xun.

If these Han soldiers had only died in battle against the Xiongnu, Zhang Xun would not have been so grieved.

As border troops, their mission was to keep the enemy out of their territory, and it was only right for them to die in battle.

This is an honor.

However, Meng Ji did not die in battle while repelling the enemy, and neither did the more than one hundred cavalrymen who died with him.

Their deaths were due to Wang Rou's selfishness.

It was someone you trusted who plotted against you behind your back.

Therefore, Zhang Xun wanted revenge.

We need to find Wang Rou, the instigator.

Duan Yu, who was sitting on a blue stone, also saw Zhang Xun and Zhang Liao walking towards him.

"Wen Yuan, Wen Ze," Duan Yu greeted the two.

Zhang Liao was just over sixteen years old at this time.

Zhang Xun, Zhang Liao's elder brother, was only nineteen years old.

"Brother Duan."

"Brother Duan."

Upon arriving before Duan Yu, Zhang Xun and Zhang Liao simultaneously clasped their hands in a respectful greeting.

Duan Yu smiled and nodded.

When he set off from Loufan Pass with Zhang Liao, he learned from Zhang Liao that Zhang Liao had an elder brother who served as a military commander in Yinguan.

Fate is a truly mysterious thing.

If it weren't for the capture of Wang Rou, he probably wouldn't have come to Yanmen County.

They would not encounter the brothers Zhang Liao and Zhang Xun.

"Brother Duan, my elder brother also wishes to accompany you to the southern desert," Zhang Liao pleaded. "My elder brother hopes that Brother Duan will grant his request."

“Brother Duan, my elder brother has been in Yanmen County for several years and is far more familiar with the situation in southern Mongolia than I am.”

Duan Yu stood up, smiled and nodded: "It's good that Wen Ze is here."

“Even if Wen Yuan didn’t say it, I still intend to have Wen Ze come along.”

"I believe Wenze also needs to give his subordinates an explanation."

Duan Yu patted Zhang Xun on the shoulder as he approached Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun nodded vigorously, his lips pursed, and then looked at the bloodstained wooden horse he was holding in his hand.

..........

Southern Mongolian grasslands.

On the vast plain, two earthen mounds, each more than a meter high, rise abruptly.

The earthen slope is about several tens of meters wide and a little over one meter high.

After the breakthrough, there were more than a dozen pointed yurts scattered around.

At this moment, warhorses were lined up in droves around the yurt.

A rough estimate puts it at several thousand horses.

A small tribe consisting of only one or two families should theoretically not be able to own so many horses.

Around them, a large number of Xiongnu soldiers were resting around the yurt, looking extremely tired.

In the largest yurt in the middle of the camp, symbolizing the owner.

At this moment, several honest and simple herdsmen were standing outside the door.

There are men and women.

Meanwhile, from within the yurt just a step away, a series of unpleasant sounds were emanating from inside.

It sounded like a young girl's cry of pain, and also like a man's rough and forceful release.

A moment later, the sounds inside the yurt stopped.

The ragged, dark-skinned Xiongnu girl hastily threw on her disheveled clothes and reached up to tidy her messy hair.

Meanwhile, a young Xiongnu nobleman sat on a white felt mat, shirtless.

"Go and get some mutton and some oil tea."

Without looking up, Yufulo fastened his belt and spoke to the girl.

The girl bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, and walked out of the yurt.

The girl, who had just lifted the curtain of the yurt, was greeted by her parents standing outside, as well as the mocking gazes of the surrounding Xiongnu soldiers.

"Bring that Han Chinese messenger in!" Yufuluo roared from inside the yurt.

Before long, a disheveled Han Chinese was escorted by Xiongnu soldiers into the yurt where Yufuluo was.

The Han Chinese stood opposite Hufro with a look of panic on his face.

Watching Hufro scrape meat off the lamb bones with a knife.

Without raising his head or opening his eyes, Yuvro scraped the sheep bones and said coldly, "Your superiors lied to me!"

"He deceived his most trusted companion on the grassland!"

"Tell me, where is my brother, and where are the salt and iron that you adults promised him!"

Yufuluo raised his head and looked at the Han people in the yurt, speaking broken Chinese.

Just over ten days ago, his younger brother, Huchuquan, disguised himself as a fur merchant from Yunzhong County and went to Taiyuan.

Heavy snow in winter shuts the grasslands off from the outside world.

After a winter's worth of salt consumption, the tribe's salt reserves had run out.

According to past practice, the Xiongnu would exchange furs and horses for salt and iron.

This year is no exception.

But Hu Chuquan has been gone for half a month, yet there has been no news of him at all.

As is customary in previous years, Yuvro was waiting in southern Mongolia with his herd of horses and furs.

Instead of receiving news from her younger brother Huchuquan, she received a message from Wang Rou.

Yufuluo looked at the Han people in front of him and said, "I have ambushed those Han soldiers as your master requested."

"But why do they have reinforcements?!"

"Could it be..."

Hufro frowned and said, "It is your superiors who want to go back on their word and try to take my horses for themselves!"

The middle-aged Han man standing inside the yurt was terrified out of his wits.

Looking at Yufuluo with pleading eyes, he cautiously said, "I...I'm just a messenger, I...I don't know anything."

Anger flickered in Huvro's eyes.

Nearly a thousand people were lost last night.

This made him feel that Wang Rou had plotted against him.

"Drag this guy out, cook him, and eat him!"

"Send his head to the Yin Guan. I want Wang Rou to know this is the consequence of betraying the Xiongnu!" Yufuluo said through gritted teeth in the Xiongnu language.

The messenger naturally understood the Xiongnu language.

So, when Hufro finished speaking...

He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

Outside the yurt, a Xiongnu girl carrying a pot of freshly cooked mutton staggered into the yurt.

I happened to see the Han people being dragged out and struggling.

However, just as the two Xiongnu soldiers were dragging the Han man away...

Suddenly, a series of exclamations rang out outside the yurt.

"Han people, they are Han people!"

"The Han people are coming!"