He knew very well that from this moment, he would restore his identity as an envoy, and once he succeeded, he would end this humiliating and wonderful time.

Therefore, when Nama proposed to hold the Han Festival for him, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Madam, when I left Chang'an, I promised His Majesty that people are there, and the Han Festival can only be taken by me, so..."

"Nama understands! This is your glory and mission, and I can't do it for you." Nama kissed Zhang Qian's forehead.

"It's getting late, it's time for my husband to set off."

"Where are your brothers? Where are they? We can't let them show up!"

"I have been practicing riding and shooting with the horse team."

Zhang Qian looked at everything familiar around him affectionately, the grassland under the moonlight, the dome that had just been extinguished, and the cattle and sheep that had just been driven out of the circle.

Nama is only one or two months pregnant, so her stomach has not yet bulged, so she has to take good care of it. There will be no problem sitting right away.

After getting on the horse, he said to Nama behind him: "Let's go!"

In this solemn night, he saw something, and he saw that the team that followed him gathered together again.

The long horse teams became much shorter, but there were still more than a dozen people in the horse team, still lined up in front of him, and his precious red-maned horse stood in front of the team.

Seeing these brothers, he was filled with mixed feelings and felt very sad.

In the past five or six years, many brothers left one after another, either died of illness, battle, or fused to the local area and slipped away. Now there are less than twenty people who have re-entered the journey with him.

Even they were all glorious and lost their passion. Some people married women from a foreign land like him, but their hearts never left the great man, nor were they bound by flocks and families.

Now they gathered unswervingly under the Han Festival. He thanked them from the bottom of his heart, feeling that there was a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

He quickly walked to the red-maned horse, which raised his head and rubbed his cheek affectionately with his wide nose. He opened his hands, repeated the movements of the past, and gently combed the red mane of the war horse.

It seemed as if I saw Your Majesty, riding it on the way to speed up in Shanglinyuan, and it seemed that I saw the scene of farewell beside the ancient road outside the long pavilion, which made people full of memories.

He knew that the Han Dynasty in his hand and the war horses around him were all the spiritual pillars he had been stranded in the Huns for more than half a year. He refused to die simply because he would take Han Dynasty back one day.

"From today on, I will work hard again." Zhang Qian turned his head and said to Nama affectionately.

At this time, Tang Yifu came to his side and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything else to say to you?"

"Our safety cannot be ignored, otherwise we will be sorry for the Han Dynasty and will find it difficult to complete our mission, and we will not be able to raise our heads in the face of our ancestors."

"Please rest assured that brothers, with all the trust that must be safe, God will bless us."

At this time, he was also very grateful to Tang Yifa's father. During the long years of more than five years, he was with him and relieved his melancholy.

It was his suggestion that he married Nama that the Huns relaxed their vigilance. It was his secretly gathering the team and arranging everything when he was about to start a new expedition, and he had a glimmer of hope for today.

With his eyes focused ahead, Zhang Qian made a low but firm order towards the horse team: "Out!"

...

In the dome ten miles away,

A group of hundreds of people gathered outside, but Zhang Qian did not show these.

"They really want to escape?"

The Left Gubu Hou asked at his youngest son Tani, with a look of suspicion on his face.

"Dad thought he had a premonition, otherwise why would such a large team gather?" Tani curled his lips.

"When they asked me, I had already started to pay attention, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. It seems that Zhang Qian has never wanted to surrender to my grassland people.

Well, now he wants to run away, I have to send troops to capture them back!" Zuo Guduhou sighed.

Tani is exactly sixteen years old this year. He is now full of fighting spirit about everything. Now a Han Dynasty man wants to kidnap her sister, so he naturally refuses to agree, even though Zhang Qian is his brother-in-law.

He asked directly and said, "Dad, let your son lead the troops to capture him. My sister actually ran away with him and betrayed us. This is also unforgivable!"

Zuo Guduhou said hatefully: "Tani, your sister did nothing wrong. You have to remember that we women in the grassland have only one mission, that is, obey her husband!

This must be Zhang Qian’s own idea. It seems that the lesson I taught half a year ago was not enough. Humph! I have to scold him again after I catch him!

No matter how high a slave is, he is just a slave in the final analysis!

Just follow me, you have to learn from your brothers again."

A howling wind began to appear in the cheerful air. A team of hundreds of people flew over the yellow sand, bringing up a burst of dust, and slowly disappeared at the corner.

Zhang Qian and his group went smoothly, of course, it was an unusually smooth. They didn't need to bypass the sentry and easily passed through it.

This was enough to numb many people, thinking that there was hope for escaping, but Zhang Qian was sober that he was in danger and they might not be able to escape.

With his keen sense of smell, he ordered to speed up the degree and strive to leave the Huns' radiation range as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, two hours later, when hundreds of troops led by Zuo Gudu Hou blocked them, he became depressed.

It turned out that he still couldn't escape from the sight of the Huns. From the beginning, he fell into a misunderstanding. In fact, his plan was not perfect enough...

Resistance will only cause unnecessary death. Being arrested but not seeking refuge will have a glimmer of hope. What's more, the brothers have themselves and their wives.

She was dragged off from the horse, and Zhang Qian also protected Nani from being injured.

Zuo Gudu Hou saw this scene, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and his eyes were filled with coldness again.

"Kneel down! Kneel down! Eat something outside!" A Hun master shouted angrily at Zhang Qian with a fierce look on his face.

Zhang Qian ignored this and wanted him to kneel down to the Huns unless he died!

He only knelt on heaven and earth, his parents, and the king of the Han Dynasty, which is Zhang Qian's always bottom line, let alone he was an envoy of the Han Dynasty.

"Okay, it turns out that it's still a tough guy! Let you show off! Let you show off!"

With a shout, the big man picked up the whip and hit Zhang Qian on his back.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Zhang Qian's eyes widened in pain and turned red, but he still didn't shout, just gasping.

The people behind Tang Yifu were in their eyes, but they were driven by the Huns with swords, and only tears flowed silently.

Nama felt extremely distressed, and cried and ran to Zuoguduhou, choked and said, "Dad, it's all my daughter's fault. Let him go! Let him go..."

Zuo Guduhou's eyes shrank slightly and he didn't say a word.

"Stop, don't humiliate the envoy, you beasts!"

A Han man on the right couldn't help it, and broke away from the hands of the Huns, shouting and running towards Zhang Qian.

After walking for less than five steps, he was stabbed by the Huns behind him. He fell to the ground with a twisted face, his eyes full of resentment and resentment.

"Zhang Lei!"

"Da Lei!"

"Leizi!"

“…”

A group of voices poured into Zhang Qian's ears, hatred accumulated in his heart, and he finally let go and roared!
Chapter completed!