Chapter 3 The Suffering of the Chinese People

  The double-barreled shotgun once again showed its power, and two Hun cavalrymen who were charging at high speed were shot into sieves. Taking advantage of the remaining people's daze, he quickly ran to the back of the haystack to reload bullets, and the old man defended against a Hun cavalryman. Another two Hun cavalrymen rode their horses again towards Yun Xiao, but Yun Xiao was not afraid of the gun in his hand at all.

  The double-barreled shotgun did not disappoint Yun Xiao, no jamming or misfiring, and after two shots the Xiongnu cavalryman fell off his horse.

  The last Xiongnu knight was clearly the leader, and the old man with a sickle in his hand had already been wounded several times. His chest and back were stained with blood, but he still held the sickle and refused to retreat.

  Loaded the last bullet into the double-barreled pistol, ending this duel.

  The old man sat on the ground, propping himself up with his sword, panting heavily, his voice sounding like he was pulling a bellows. The wounds on his back and shoulders were shocking to behold, with flayed skin hanging outwards. However, the old man seemed exhilarated, taking only a brief rest before picking up his sword again, striking down the leading knight's head, holding it in his hands to admire it carefully, a joyful expression on his face.

  Damn it, too heavy taste. People are already dead, can't bear to desecrate the corpse?

  Yun Xiao looked at the excited old man who was like a doll that had picked up a piece of candy, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

  "Don't be afraid, little girl. With this head alone, you can become a noble. Do you know who he is? He's the Left Grand General of the Xiongnu Chanyu." As he spoke, he searched the body and soon found a two-inch wide and three-inch long gold plaque. The old man took the gold plaque in his hand and weighed it for a few moments.

  "This is the golden plaque of Zu Dashou, with these two things, you and I can live a life without worrying about food and drink. Haha haha" The wild laughter caused the wound to move, the already scabbed wound cracked again, and thin streams of fresh blood flowed out again.

  The old man simply wiped off the fresh blood and began to rummage around on the ground. He hesitated for a moment before picking up the plastic bag that had been randomly thrown away by the Hun warrior, seemingly curious about the transparent bag, turning it over and examining it carefully. He tried putting the golden head badge into the plastic bag, shaking it twice and feeling that it was fairly sturdy, only then did he put his mind at ease.

  Refused Yun Xiao's request for a package, the old man put his head in his arms and began to saddle up.

  "Girl, the woman and child of this family have gone to worship. We must hurry away, or else we'll be caught when they all come back. It would be a terrible death for us."

  Yun Xiao hastily gathered the items that were thrown all over the place, fortunately, practical items like the soldier's shovel hadn't been lost. As for the compressed biscuits that had been trampled beyond recognition, they had to be discarded, and the same went for the double-barreled shotgun, which was now useless without bullets. Yun Xiao certainly didn't think he could produce such heaven-defying things as bullets in ancient China.

  Put on your backpack and take a look at the little white in your arms. This little guy is still sleeping. It seems that the habit of felines being nocturnal has not changed at all.

  The old man had successfully tamed four tall and majestic horses, all of which were the most robust colts in the horse group, a rare breed on the grasslands. If sold in Chang'an, one horse could fetch the price of a BMW X6, let alone seven or five hundred thousand, don't even think about it.

  Yun Yang had just thought of mounting the horse, but suddenly discovered that there was no stirrup. The horse's back was even higher than Yun Xiao's, making it difficult for him to transform into Zhang Wuji.

  The old man saw Yun Xiao's difficulty and with a single arm exertion, he actually lifted Yun Xiao onto the horse.

  "Girl, don't think it's a joke if you fall off the horse by holding the reins loosely." The old man finished speaking and swiftly mounted his horse, with movements that were nimble and graceful, showing that he was extremely skilled in horsemanship.

  Yun Xiao almost cried out, and in his previous life, he had only played with the ticket for a few laps. Now this old man is clearly trending towards letting amateur ticket friends guest star as professional actors, according to his running method, crashing to death is normal and not crashing to death is lucky.

  "Uncle, I don't know how to ride a horse."

  "Alas, we Hans are at a disadvantage because we don't know how to ride horses."

  The old man was quite helpless, and had to take out a rope to tie Yun Xiao tightly to the saddle. "Kid, no time left, whether you live or not depends on your luck." After finishing speaking, he whipped Yun Xiao's horse with one stroke, and Yun Xiao's fine horse started galloping rapidly with its four hooves flying in the air.

  The scenery around quickly retreated, and Yun Xiao felt that his buttocks and thighs were no longer his own. Xiaobai also clearly felt uncomfortable, sticking her head out of Yun Xiao's arms to see the rapidly retreating scenery, only to be scared and withdraw her head again.

  After running for a whole day without stopping, Yun Xiao was on the verge of collapse. This was simply inhumane suffering, his thighs were already a bloody mess, and he estimated that if he continued riding, he would become the first person to die from horseback riding. If he hadn't been tied to the horse's back, Yun Xiao would have given up long ago.

  However, the first to hold out was not him, but that old man. The intense exercise caused his shoulder and back wounds to bleed continuously, and the instinct of survival drove him to run desperately. But people are not made of iron after all, and the old man fell under the horse with a thud. Yun Xiao's galloping horse trampled heavily on his chest, and Yun Xiao clearly heard the sound of his ribs shattering.

  The fine horse stopped soon after losing its master's control. It seemed to be quite tired, with white foam coming out of its mouth and nose.

  The horse that was neighing also stopped, Yun Xiao struggled to untie the already loose rope and went down to check on the old man's injury.

  His ribs were trampled by a hoof as big as a bowl, and it's estimated that they pierced his lungs. The old man was spitting out blood in large mouthfuls, with each breath spraying out many bloody bubbles. With such severe injuries, the chances of rescue and survival are slim even in later generations.

  The old man's hands trembled as he pulled down the plastic bag tied around his waist and handed it to Yun Xiao. His mouth was bleeding, opening and closing, but only making a gurgling sound. He wanted to say something, but Yun Xiao couldn't make out a single word. The old man weakly pointed to his chest with his hand, and Yun Xiao tore open his robe. A wooden plaque hung around his neck, one inch long and half an inch wide. The characters on the plaque were already blurred and unrecognizable, probably having gone through many hardships.

  The old man's eyes shone with a strange light, he suddenly sat up facing east and shouted "Han" before falling forward.

  This roar of anger was not shouted out, but sprayed from the chest cavity, a deep cry from the bottom of an old Han slave's heart.

  He once had a family, perhaps a beautiful wife and lovely children. The nomadic tribes of the steppes ruthlessly plundered his homeland, these nomads having no progress or development, only robbery, murder and destruction.

  Yun Xiao didn't understand what great historical significance it was, he only knew that history books wrote that wherever the Xiongnu cavalry went, there was no advanced productive force, no national production index, no economic trade, only corpses everywhere, broken houses and tiles, farmland turned into wasteland, and civilians became slaves.

  The Xiongnu have never been good neighbors, and such a neighbor should be treated with violent demolition. Decades later, when the iron knights of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing rode across this grassland, that was the extension of justice. The wicked do not want heavenly retribution, but human retribution; blood feuds can only be resolved with blood.

  Yun Xiao's heart was filled with cruelty, nothing else. It was just because of this old man who still didn't know his own name, a free Han Chinese had become the target of bullying by the Xiongnu. Yun Xiao didn't know how many more people like him were out there, he only knew that as someone with Han blood, he had the responsibility to put an end to this history.

  The wronged souls under the horse knife and the proud ones on the saddle are no different, all lives are equal, and no one has the right to deprive others of their rights without reason.

  No one can bully the people of Great Han at will, and no one can plunder and kill at will on the territory of Great Han. No matter how powerful our enemies are, the blood of the Han family will eventually inspire us to take up swords and fight for our own dignity and honor.

  To let these grassland slaves experience the bravery of Han's sons, use their mountains of corpses and rivers of blood to forge the glory of the great Han nation.