Chapter 2: The Passionate Huns

  The quality of the giant tree is guaranteed. When the torrential flood hits the trunk, Yun Xiao feels that the trunk only trembled slightly, without any signs of breaking or uprooting. It seems that the waist circumference determines the tonnage, which makes sense.

  The unlucky prairie wolves were like a grain of sand in the face of the massive flood, and they didn't even have time to make a ripple before being swallowed up.

  The peach blossoms came quickly and left quickly. After a day, the water flow slowed down. Yun Xiao packed up his backpack and slipped under the tree, no need to worry about wolves, now probably within a hundred miles there is not a single wolf exists.

  Okay, wrong judgment. The carnivores on the grassland are not only wolves but also leopards. A leopard mother was taking her children for a walk and met Yun Xiao who had just come down from the tree unexpectedly. The mother leopard was very interested in Yun Xiao, and even emitted a green glow in her eyes.

  Yun Xiao gave up his plan to climb the tree again. Leopards can climb trees, they are not canine animals that rely on numerical superiority.

  The mother leopard used her claws to pull open the little leopard, which was as small as a kitten, and slowly ran towards Yun Xiao. Everything is so similar to the animal world, it seems that they have not evolved much in thousands of years.

  The twin-barreled shotgun spat out flames once again, and at the exact moment when the mother leopard was about to pounce, it struck its head accurately. However, Yun Xiao was still knocked several meters away by the inertial momentum of the leopard's corpse. The leopard was very heavy, and Yun Xiao struggled to push the mother leopard away. Panting heavily, leaning against the tree trunk to rest, a small leopard the size of a domestic cat ran over happily. Looking strangely at its headless mother, it meowed and picked up its mother's severed head in its mouth.

  Yun Xiao turned his head away, unable to bear it. Every person has a soft spot in their heart, which we call humanity. He had killed someone's mother, even if it was in self-defense. But the survival rate of a leopard cub, about the size of a domestic cat, on the grasslands was almost zero. Such dramas often played out in the animal kingdom. Yun Xiao picked up the little leopard cub covered in mud and carefully washed its body with river water.

  Its fur is actually white, Yun Xiao doesn't know if it's a genetic mutation or albinism. Anyway, this little leopard's coat is white, and suddenly understood why its body was covered in mud. Such eye-catching fur would not survive for long on the grasslands, is it an innate instinct or something else!

  "From now on, I'll just call you Xiao Bai."

  "How can you still be dissatisfied? I killed your mother and owe you a life. From now on, I will support you, as long as I have food to eat, I absolutely won't let you go hungry."

  "Come on, Xiao Bai, I'll take you out to make a living."

  The little white dog is very cute after being washed and dried, except for its barking sound which is almost indistinguishable from a domestic cat, of course not that fat cat named Garfield.

  Carrying a backpack along the river to the south, since it is confirmed that this is the Yellow River, then the place where one is naturally is the rich and fertile Hetao region. The nine bends of the Yellow River are only rich in Hetao, and the Hetao region is famous for its lush water grass. Yun Xiao had been here many times before, and still remembered the enthusiastic hospitality of the local herdsmen.

  When arriving at a pasture, it's rare for people not to drink much. After showing respect to heaven and earth, the strong mare's milk wine is the best treat for guests.

  Seeing two fine horses galloping from afar, and then the people wearing sheepskin coats on horseback, Yun Xiao felt as if he had smelled the aroma of hand-pulled mutton.

  It was really enthusiastic, and when I came up, I sent a rope. Uh, it seems that the set is not sent. This is a very common horse halter on the grassland, Yun Xiao naturally recognizes it, and he has seen people use this thing to tie horses.

  A young man and a whiskered old fellow of about forty were talking loudly in high spirits. Cloud Whirl could tell that they weren't speaking Mongolian. The young man stepped forward, bent down, grabbed Cloud Whirl's collar, pressed him against the horseback, and started singing as he began to run.

  Completely ignoring Yun Xiao's pale face and disheveled hair on horseback, he had already vomited up all the yellowish water.

  "This doesn't look like Mongolian herders, nowadays there are fewer people riding horses on the grasslands, except for tourists most herders have switched to motorcycles. Where did these two come from, stowaways?"

  The bumpy ride finally stopped, and the small life of Yun Xiao was left with only half a thread. This is a typical herdsman family, with yurt, sheepfold, stable, and hunting dog all present. But somehow it doesn't feel quite right, as if something is missing.

  An old man wearing a leather gown was feeding his horse, saw Yun Xiao lying on the ground in a daze after falling freely, and hurriedly came forward to help him up.

  "Girl, were you caught? Ah, poor thing, at such a young age, you've been brought here." The old man spoke in Qin dialect, with a genuine accent from the three Qin regions.

  "What's going on?" Yun Xiao Zhang asked with a raised eyebrow.

  "Guanzhong doll? How did you end up in Heshui?"

  "Hmm..." Yun Xiao finally found what was wrong, the old man in front of him was actually wearing a ancient robe. It was unclear whether it was from the Tang Dynasty or the Han Dynasty, but it was definitely from ancient times. Nowadays, no herdsman dresses like this.

  "Where is this?"

  "This is the jurisdiction of the Left Grand Governor of Xiongnu, and every household here has Han people who were captured. Since you've come here, listen to what I say. Don't think about escaping, those who escape are either fed to wolves or caught and fed to dogs, did you hear?" The old man reminded kindly.

  "Huns! I've traveled through time." Yun Xiao couldn't help but raise his head and look at the azure sky again, this kind of sky is not a product of the industrial era at all, just by touching a stone, he has traveled through more than two thousand years, it seems that this time he really got egg on his face.

  "Grandfather, who is the emperor now?"

  "Good heavens, this kid must have been scared out of his wits. When I was caught and brought here, the Great Emperor Taizong had just passed away, and now I don't even know how many years have gone by or who the current emperor is - I'm not even sure myself. In this godforsaken place, it's best not to harbor any hopes of making it out alive."

  The Great Emperor of Han, then comes the Emperor Jing of Han. So he was in the era of Emperor Jing of Han, and next is the famous Emperor Wu of Han Liu Che. Good heavens, how did he travel through time to this month and year.

  No matter what, I still know which era I'm in, and it's a good thing I'm on Earth. If I were to teach them at home, this ordinary bird without special powers would have a big headache.

  Staring blankly at this world from several thousand years ago, a whip lashed out with a sharp whistle and landed on Yun Xiao's body. The young man wielding the whip was extremely skilled, and the tip of the whip landed heavily on Yun Xiao's back. It was clear that he was an expert at using whips, and Yun Xiao was shocked awake from his reverie. Glaring angrily at the half-sized boy who had whipped him, Yun Xiao saw that the boy was wearing a camouflage uniform. Yun Xiao almost thought that the old man was playing tricks on him, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his own clothes. It seemed that this young man had already rummaged through Yun Xiao's backpack, as his father was shaking out Yun Xiao's sleeping bag.

  The old man wanted to say something, but before he could get the words out, that whip-like snake struck his face, and fresh blood immediately flowed from the old man's fingers.

  The young Xiongnu man was very sturdy, with a hairstyle that would be popular in later generations - an Afro. He wore a camouflage uniform over his leather jacket. This mix-and-match style is quite similar to the hip-hop style of later generations, or perhaps it's the other way around and fans of hip-hop borrowed from the Xiongnu style - who knows for sure?

  Yun Xiao was furious. He had never been whipped with a leather whip in his life, and even his father only used a stick back then.

  Perhaps it was the instinct of the grassland nation to kill, and the Huns who brought back Yun Xiao were very curious about the double-barreled shotgun. After repeated probing, there were some results. Because Yun Xiao saw that his hand was already trying to pull the trigger.

  Uh... Yun Xiao was considering whether to tell him that the muzzle couldn't be pointed at himself, especially his head. Because there were already bullets loaded in the barrel. As for the safety device, the old double-barreled shotgun didn't have one.

  The "hush" made the little Huns immediately lie down on the ground, and the hunting dogs that were just fiercely barking tucked their tails and hid under the grass heap.

  The Xiongnu Hanzi died in a very ugly way. At the moment Cloud Whistle pulled the trigger, he clearly saw that his eyes were looking directly into the muzzle, as if trying to figure out what was inside the barrel. The majority of the Xiongnu Hanzi's head was gone, leaving only a chin on his neck, with a few yellowish teeth still attached. It seemed this guy didn't brush his teeth often.

  It's hard to die without being dead —— Guo Degang.

  Yun Xiao endorsed Mr. Guo Degang's famous saying, and a vivid example is right in front of him.

  Not having time to excessively admire Old Guo, Yun Xiao rushed over a few steps and picked up the twin-barreled shotgun on the ground. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and shot the old Xiongnu man who had rushed out of the tent. Yun Xiao didn't believe that he had rushed out so hastily just to invite him to eat boiled mutton, it was probably to kill him, because he was holding a knife in his hand.

  The elderly Xiongnu's robust chest was shot with dozens of steel balls, and his leather robe clearly did not come with bulletproof functionality. The old man didn't even have time to let out a groan before falling backwards, the fresh blood quickly staining the grass beneath his feet.

  The Xiongnu kid who was just showing off his might is now lying on the ground with a wet patch of grass under him. It seems he only inherited his ancestors' bullying of the weak and fear of the strong, but not their bravery. Otherwise, with Yun Xiao's current physique, he could have easily strangled Yun Xiao to death.

  Yun Xiao completed the actions of loading and aiming at the fastest speed. He pointed his gun at the Xiongnu boy, and as long as he made any unusual movement, Yun Xiao would shoot without hesitation.

  In fact, Yun Xiao had no hesitation at all, because a large scimitar for cutting grass had already cut off the neck of this Xiongnu youth with a whistling sound, and a blood arrow shot out several meters away, dyeing a large piece of grass red.

  "Little one, eliminate the evil thoroughly. At this time, we can't afford to be soft-hearted and lenient. If he escapes, we'll all be finished." The old man with a bloody face, holding a cleaver, said to Yun Xiao, his still bleeding face twisted in a ferocious scowl.

  Before they could react, five black dots had already rushed over from a distance.

  The old soldier held the scythe across his chest, and the stern atmosphere made Yun Xiao somewhat surprised. The knight on horseback also obviously discovered that something was amiss here; according to past experience, the master of this house should have run out to greet him by now.

  Entertain passing guests, this is the rule of the prairie, let alone it's one's own fief.

  The knights drew their swords, for they had seen the corpses and the old man's bloody scythe. It must have been those damned Han slaves who killed their own masters; such things used to happen frequently on the steppes, but it had been many years since the Han slaves had last seen the method of execution.

  They are very close now. They did not use bows and arrows. To kill these Han slaves who dared to assassinate their lord in the way of the prairie, to ensure that such a thing will not happen again in the future.