Then the show came out of the gold account, and the heart was full of anger.

In the past few years, he has been well prepared and constantly spying inside, especially for the great Chen warrior camp, but also sent people crazy spying, which is his hidden feeling that this Chen Kaizhi's warrior camp, and now the so-called new army, Fang Hu's confidant is a big problem.

In this desert, the Han people are mostly "sheep" captured by the Hu people in their own customs, almost all of them are slaves, Mo said that it is a crime, even if it is not illegal, it can still be left to their owners, if the Hu killed a Han, only need to compensate the owner of the Han people for three sheep.

Because of this, the Han people want to get ahead in the desert, the efforts they make will be a hundred times, a thousand times, He Xiu is also very clear, usually to sweat ideas, of course, can get the appreciation of the sweat, you can really stand in the desert, but have to establish a world of achievements, and can take Hu people into the customs, to complete hundreds of years, the desire of the Hu people, is undoubtedly his real base on the capital of Hudi.

Now...the opportunity is coming.

Years of planning and understanding, continuous analysis, and now, finally, there is a place to use.

Moreover, the sweat has entrusted itself with enough trust, which makes He Xiu's heart angry.

He walked briskly from the gold account out, just to return to his tent, the gold account outside a circle, must be the sweat of the guard and the leader of the ministries, before he can camp here, and He Xiu as a Han, the tent naturally dare not approach the core area, enough to be four or five miles away, and then, the slave must not ride in this, only the Hu samurai can, so he can only walk, along the way a horse team, a few drunk.

But he was seen by the opposite eye of the samurai, and the head of a samurai laughed: "It's the Han Gou."

He Xiu thought in his heart that these drunken Hu people were still less troublesome, he was busy trying to shut away, but the Hu people refused to let him go, Lema was walking in the way, and other samurai also came to laugh.

“Hangou!What are you doing here?”

He Xiu was busy with a smile and said, "Wrong, wrong."He used the most standard Hu language: "Although the students are Han Chinese, they can be different from other Han Chinese, students..."

The samurai was furious, raised the whip, fell hard, He Xiu was beaten sturdy, squealed, busy with his head, touched his hand, saw blood, he was busy: "Student and those Han people, there is a great difference, although the students are Han Chinese appearance, but not the real Han, students ...The wife, the students and the same are you, and the Han Chinese, no, the hangou is completely different.”

The samurai was even more angry and scolded: "How different you are, no matter what your name, whether you take any wife, that is Hangou, your eyebrows, your bones, and they are exactly the same, the dog is the dog, and you want to pretend that we are the warriors of the Hu people?"Bieber up and kill him."

Other samurai also scolded for a regiment, a samurai broke his mouth and cursed: "What, he also married our woman as a wife, and the brute can marry a wife?"This is against the descendants of our White Wolf, and kill him."

Drunk samurai, one by one, eager to try, some people even pulled out the long knife between the waist.

After the panic, he calmed down in an instant.

In this situation, he was around the sweat, but also encountered many times, although the big sweat foresight, but never because he is a Han identity, he looked at him, but He Xiu can also understand the difficulties of the sweat, after all, Hu people are composed of various tribes, so if there are Hu people on their own irregularity, most of the sweat will not squeak, after all, once for a Han and punish these samurai, will inevitably make the ministries.

So... often at this time, you have to face it yourself.

He Xiu knew that these drunk samurai actually knew themselves, but deliberately embarrassed themselves, but only by pouring through the wine, how to distinguish, it was useless.

After all, how to wear leather clothes, eat cattle and sheep with them, marry a wife, and live in the same tent, say how pure nonsense, but after all, there is always a difference between them and their appearance, at this time and these rude samurai argue with these rude samurai about what is different from the Han people in Guan, there is no meaning.

All they want is a sense of conquest.

He Xiu did not hesitate, he knew that these people may really pull out the knife.

And the more terrible consequence is that even if you die here today, no one will speak for yourself, even if you sweat, you will fight these samurai whips at most, and their own humiliation for so many years, so many plans, it is completely empty.

He endured the sharp pain, was busy laughing, suddenly fell to the ground, and said: "The warrior said well, I am the stinky and soft Hangou, I am, I am, please a few warriors, do not hurt my life..."

A few samurai originally wanted to swollen, but at first sight, it felt boring, some people whispered curses, some people took the knife, for them, He Xiu is like a stinking sheep, at this time in front of him, it seems that it does not seem to mean anything, so everyone will each pick up horses, go.

He Xiu was relieved, subconsciously said: "The warriors slow down, the bastards salute the warriors."

He was busy getting up, and did not dare to shoot the grassy debris, but he could not help comfort himself, although these warriors are arrogant, but the Hu people are not strong because of this?On the other hand, the Han people in the gate, saying something polite and shameful, is ridiculous.

He hurried back to his tent, already tired panting, around his tent, is some Han's account, these people and the camp Han slave, the status is relatively high, one of them is called Zhao Cheng, but also He Xiu's confidant, Zhao Cheng saw He Xiu's whip marks, bloody appearance, busy is before the rapid pace, concerned: "What is this...

He Xiu put his head on his head, and when he reached Zhao Cheng, he suddenly straightened his waistboard, his face was gloomy, and he said, "Nothing."

Zhao Cheng understood what he had in mind, and he smiled and said, “Congratulations on the safe return of He Gongguan, and the small heart has been worried.”“Dad, sweat there...”

"The great sweat listened to the old man, it seems that things are going to happen."He Xiu felt that there was some comfort, although some small unpleasantness occurred, but things are always on the good side: "However, now the Hu people in all ministries are gathered together, you go back and forth, but also be careful, do not anger them, many Hu people, may not distinguish between us and those Han people what is different, if this causes any misunderstanding, hum, the old man can not keep you."