There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

"Oh oh oh!"

The Huns cavalry who were running at the head turned their horses suddenly, and the cavalry who followed closely stopped because of obstacles. The Huns looked around in a panic, and their faces showed inexplicable panic.

Five hundred Xuzhou troops rushed out from both sides. The spears in their hands were not aimed at the Huns, but fiercely assassinated the horses under the crotch of the Huns.

All of a sudden, all the Huns fell on their backs, and the horses all fell into a pool of blood, while the Huns rolled up from the ground in embarrassment. A special person, squeaking and squeaking in their mouths, the Xuzhou Army had no idea what they were talking about.

The five hundred Xuzhou soldiers surrounded them tightly under Xu Rong's orders.

Xu Rong stepped forward on his horse, holding a saber and wearing a mask, observing these Hun soldiers coldly.

When those Hun soldiers saw Xu Rong's bronze mask, they were a little dazed for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure. They could tell that the man wearing the mask should be the leader of the Han army.

One of the Xiongnu soldiers took the risk in desperation, and suddenly rushed towards Xu Rong with a machete, obviously making up his plan to capture the thief first and capture the king first.

Xu Rong acted as if he hadn't seen it, raised his hand and cut the Hun soldier to the ground.

All of a sudden, the rest of the Huns did not dare to move.

The potter squeezed from his own team to the front of the formation, looked around at the Hun soldiers, and shouted loudly, "Is there anyone who can speak Chinese?"

Those Huns looked at the potter with vigilance, screaming in their mouths, and they didn't know what they were muttering.

"Is there anyone who can speak Chinese? Stand up if you can, otherwise, I will kill you."

After dawdling for a while, the circle of Xiongnu soldiers opened up, and the two protected Huns slowly walked to the front of the formation. A seemingly elderly man responded loudly to the pottery merchant in blunt Chinese.

"We are the descendants of Shanyu who died on the grassland, looking down on the vast land like eagles! This young man from the Han Dynasty, how old were you as an official in the Han Dynasty?"

The words that the older Huns asked were long-winded, and they also had an obvious local accent, which made people feel headaches.

The potter looked up and down at the Hun man who spoke, and replied, "I am not an official, but I have your lives in my hands now! Who among you is Yu Fuluo, let him stand up for me."

The old Hun showed extreme anger on his face, and shouted back: "Unreasonable Han people, you actually insult us warriors who have wandered from the grassland like hungry wolves eating sheep! Our leader Prince Luan Tiyufulo is a great descendant of the Luan Ti family, he will never accept such rude humiliation and contempt from you, a Han Chinese without any official position!"

The old Huns murmured, confused by what the potter said. He turned his head and asked Xu Rong, "When you were living in Liaodong, did the Xianbei people you met talk like this?"

Xu Rong shook his head in doubt, and said, "No, the Xianbei people can speak human language, and I don't know what's wrong with the Huns."

The potter frowned, looked at the old Hun man again, and said, "I said, I want to see Yu Fuluo, who is it among you?!"

The older Huns still held their heads high and kept their chests high, chattering non-stop: "The royal family of the Luanti family is the sun that hangs high on the grassland at noon, and they are the darlings of the Great Moon God! The descendants of the Luanti family will never be treated like It’s like slaughtering cattle and sheep, even if you Han people shout so casually and rudely, you will show up!”

The potter took out the short crossbow that he carried every day from his back, pulled the string and shot a short arrow at the soil under the Hun's feet.

Seeing that short arrow "swish", it stabbed firmly at the Hun man's feet, and it was only a little bit able to nail his instep.

The pottery merchant showed a slightly gloomy smile, and said coldly: "First, speak human words, and second, who is Yu Fuluo."

That just now "Wooluwala" said the grassland and the Huns of the Great Moon God in his mouth. Looking at the short arrow stuck at his feet, his eyes showed horror, and two streams flowed out of his huge nostrils unknowingly. White snot, and then sucked it back hard.

After a while, I heard him reply nervously: "I am."

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"oops!"

But the pottery merchant put away the short crossbow with a smile, and waved happily at Yu Fuluo: "Your Highness, Tao has been waiting for you here for a long time, why are you here now? You are playing hide with me." Come here, Maomao, let me see if you are injured."

In the current situation, less than [-] Huns were surrounded by [-] Xuzhou soldiers, and they had completely lost their ability to resist. Yu Fuluo knew that if he wanted to save his life at this time, he had to surrender.

The wandering prince of the Southern Huns untied the scimitar from his waist and threw it on the ground, and the Huns around him followed suit by throwing all the weapons in their hands on the ground.

Xu Rong waved bravely at the Xuzhou soldiers behind him, and saw the soldiers step forward in an orderly manner, some began to escort the Huns soldiers, while the other began to collect the ordnance thrown on the ground by the Huns.

Yu Fuluo and the young Huns beside him walked in front of the potters under the guard of the Xuzhou army.

The potter looked at Yu Fuluo up and down, but he saw that the prince who was expelled from the country by the Southern Huns had a big nose, round eyes, big ears, and surprisingly thick lips. In short, his facial features were surprisingly large. , Impressive somewhat similar to the image characteristics of Europeans, but not quite.

The pottery merchant smiled and looked at the young man beside Yu Fuluo again, and said, "Prince Yu, this young and handsome young master, who are you?"

Yu Fuluo's Chinese proficiency is limited, and he frowned for a long time before pondering the taste, sighed, and replied: "My surname in Chinese is Luan Ti, not Yu, but the one next to me is my son, Liu Bao."

Hearing this, the potter suddenly realized that this young offspring was Yu Fuluo's son, and he was also the one who became the Zuoxian King of the Southern Huns after Yu Fuluo's death. Expulsion, ran to the Central Plains.

The pottery merchant looked at Liu Bao for a while, then nodded and said with a smile: "It turns out to be His Royal Highness, the little prince. I'm sorry."

Liu Bao was not very old, he looked only in his twenties, and he seemed a little reserved.

After listening to the Tao merchant's words, Liu Bao was quite embarrassed, and wanted to point out the flaws in the potter's words, but he didn't know whether some words should be said or should not be said in such a situation. explain.

Seeing Liu Bao's shyness, the pottery merchant said with a friendly smile: "His Royal Highness, if you have anything to say, just speak up, don't be afraid, we Han people are the most reasonable."

Hearing this, Liu Bao became more courageous, bowed slightly to the potter, and said nervously in blunt Chinese: "This Han official, I'm not a little prince, please don't call me that. "

The pottery merchant heard the words and said curiously: "When your grandfather was alive, he was the great chanyu of the Southern Huns. Although your father was exiled in the Middle Earth, he was also a prince and relative of the Southern Huns in name. You are the son of the little prince, not the little prince." What is the little prince?"

Liu Bao was a little embarrassed, and he hesitated for a while before replying in a low voice: "Han officials, according to the popular saying of your Han people, the son of a prince should generally be called Wang Sun."

The potter's face suddenly darkened.

Xu Rong rolled his eyes, feeling speechless at the common sense of Mr. Taiping.

It's a shame that the Huns despised it.

The pottery merchant glared at Liu Bao unhappily, and changed the subject, "Has Cai Zhaoji been snatched away by you?"

Liu Bao looked at the potter in confusion, and asked in confusion, "Han official, who is Cai Zhaoji?"

It seems that Cai Yan, who was plundered by the Xiongnu in history, gave birth to her second son and became a Hujia [-] shooter, had not been robbed by Liu Bao at this time.

Now that Liu Bao is detained by himself, the wheel of history has also been changed invisibly. Cai Yan should not have endured the suffering that he should have suffered.

"Who are you? What do you want to do to my father and son?" Yu Fuluo asked from the side. Now that it has fallen into the hands of the other party, he has to give an attitude whether it is killing or scratching.

Tao Shang cleared his throat, and said slowly: "I am Tao Shang, the eldest son of Tao Jun, the governor of Xuzhou in the Han Dynasty. This time, I was ordered to lead Jizhou Mu Yuangong to encircle and suppress Your Highness, Your Highness, with Qu Yi."

Hearing this, Yu Fuluo said angrily: "I am the heir of Nanting Shanyu who was personally received by Emperor Xiaoling of your Han Dynasty! My son was also specially ordered by Emperor Xiaoling to use Tianjia Liu as his Chinese name and surname, you He is just the son of a Han official governor, what qualifications does he have to arrest our father and son?!"

Chapter 155 Yu Ear and Nose

Hearing Yu Fuluo's questioning and noise, the potter was not angry, but smiled and waved his hands, and softly persuaded him: "His Royal Highness calm down, whether you are qualified to arrest you, this matter is not up to you, you say you In exile in the territory of our Han Dynasty, can you lead your people honestly and find a place to live in peace? Do you have to collude with the Baibo army to plunder everywhere? Looting is fine, after all, you Huns are born to be thieves. No, but you actually dared to kill the local officials appointed by our court. That’s not counting. You even hijacked Zhang Yang and invited Yuan Gong to rebel against the court? Your Royal Highness, Tao doesn’t know who gave you such an astonishing power Guts? Is it the big moon god of your Huns?"

Yu Fuluo's complexion changed, and he opened his mouth to say something sophistry, but in the end he closed his mouth helplessly, and all the words turned into a long sigh.

Now that things are up, what's the use of irrational words? In the end, it's not a dead end.

The potter looked at Yu Fuluo's face which was turning red and turning white, and his trembling son Liu Bao beside him, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.