In addition, we must bring the Marquis’s words to the prefect!”

There are also five to six hundred Huns who died!"

"How can the clan elder come here to pass in person?" Zhang Jun stood up and asked.

It has been determined that the ancient Qiang tribe was destroyed by fire, and a large number of people in the central tribe were also killed. Many outer walls of the camp collapsed, which seems to have been caused by a strong attack."

Zhang Jun said hurriedly: "You must not say these things in front of outsiders. If the champion comes back later, it will be even more impossible..."

"I've met the prefect, I've met Hou Bowang."

The scout turned to leave, not wanting a new scout to come in from outside:

"Report: We have been exploring for nearly two hundred miles to the northwest, but we have not found the champion. However, we have found a fire in the camp where the ancient Qiang tribe is located."

It was not until this afternoon that they received further confirmation.

Zhang Jun and Zhang Qian were stunned.

Xu Jia's expression was vaguely excited: "This is the combat route, pre-war deduction, and combat method that the Marquis had drawn before the war. The Marquis asked me to bring it back to the prefect, saying that the prefect would know his intentions at a glance!

"

...When he said a few words, the faces that had fought side by side in his mind reappeared in a daze, vividly in his mind, and he was already feeling depressed without realizing it.

I stumbled into a pit without any precautions... The pit was dug just in line with my steps, exactly. I sunk my foot in, which made the whole room laugh, which was really humiliating."

Zhang Qian was obviously surprised: "You mean the Huns and Qiang people want to work together again?"

When I was teaching in the palace, I once said that this son will suffer great losses due to arrogance in the future, what do you think?"

There were at least 1,780 Qiang people who died, and they were all in their prime, so they should have been the elite of a certain tribe.

In the afternoon, the sun shines in from the window, and the light inside the house is just right.

Zhang Jun looked at it carefully and saw that what was drawn on the map was the terrain around Xiguan.

The pictures are so densely marked that if you are not a marcher, you might get dizzy just by looking at them and not understand the meaning at all.

Zhang Jun looked at it for a moment, but his expression became solemn, and he pointed at a red line extending from Xiguan: "This is your march route last night. The first stop after leaving Xiguan is the dangerous pass 150 miles away, Huangkou

Yi?"
Chapter completed!