In the early morning, the ship sailed into Kaiyang County. A thin layer of white crystals condensed on the ship, passing through the thick fog. A cold north wind blew, passing through the river, passing through the giant sails, making a sharp roar in the air, temporarily blowing the thick fog, revealing the already clear sky.

Zhang Huan walked slowly to the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back. The deck was empty and there was no one. He stared at the dark and turbulent river water silently, his eyes full of awe, and he couldn't help but whisper with his hands clasped.

"Are you asking the Wei River God to bless the imperial examination?" A gentle voice from a young woman suddenly came from behind her. She was still covering her face with a light gauze, and it looked even more mysterious in the hazy fog.

Zhang Huan nodded slightly to her, and then continued to clasp his hands and recite silently. After a moment, he finished silently and smiled faintly: "Being a scholar in the morning and ascends to the emperor's hall in the evening, this has always been the ambition of scholars. In front of the mother river that gave birth to the Qin, Han, Sui and Tang dynasties, how can I not seek its protection?"

The young lady slowly walked to Zhang Huan. She held the boat and looked at the hazy distant view on both sides. After a while, she said to herself: "Why don't a man bring Wu Gou and collect the fifty states of Guanshan? What a pity! I'm not a man."

Zhang Huan glanced at her and smiled and said, "The male rabbit's feet are shaky, the female rabbit's eyes are blurred. When two rabbits walk by the ground, how can I tell if I am a male or female?"

A blush appeared on her face, and she waved her hand and smiled: "I'm just talking about ambitions. I haven't even touched a knife since I was a child. I can't compare to you scholars with great ambitions."

Speaking of this, she changed the subject and asked: "I don't know your name in the competition last night. Can you tell me?"

"I'm going to go to Taiyuan scholar Zhang Qubing, may I ask about the name of the lady?"

"Zhang Qubing!" She recited it twice, and suddenly said, "Can you be a child of the Zhang family in Hedong?"

Zhang Huan nodded silently, waiting for her reply, but unexpectedly a sly smile flashed in her eyes, "The morning wind is cold, I, a weak woman, can't stand the wind and cold, I'll go back to the cabin!"

After saying that, she pursed her lips and smiled, turned around and walked to the escalator, and then she heard her low voice coming: "Pei"

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The fog was thick, and the big ship was docked and waited for the fog to dissipate. Zhang Huan also returned to the cabin to read books. It was not until noon that the fog finally began to disappear, and Xin Lang hurried over.

"Get sick! There seems to be something abnormal on the shore. Do you go and have a look?"

Zhang Huan put down the book, smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

"Many people appeared on the shore, as if they were fleeing."

"Oh! There is such a thing." Zhang Huan put down his book and walked quickly to the deck. At this time, the scenery on both sides began to become clear. The shore was indeed crowded with people, helping the elderly and young, all with fear on their faces. People kept rushing to this side in the distance. Many ships parked and waiting for the fog to dissipate discovered business opportunities and began to charge fees to transport them across the river.

"The boatman has already gone ashore to ask." Xin Lang was a little worried, "Go to the disease, do you think it was the Uighurs who called me?"

"It shouldn't be." Zhang Huan shook his head, "If Lingwu was defeated, how could we get here smoothly?"

After a moment, the boatman rushed over from the shore, and he ran and shouted, "Prepare to raise the anchor and leave here immediately!"

‘Dong!Dong!Dong!’ The boatman rushed to the pedal with horror and panted, shouting: “No, Kaiyang City is broken, the Uighurs are coming, hurry up and drive the ship!”

The sudden news shocked everyone. I just got the news the day before yesterday that the Uighurs were still confronting the Tang army in Lingwu County. When will they fight to Kaiyang County?

"Chuan Family, did you find out how many Uighur Army are?" Zhang Huan asked suddenly.

The boatman was shocked. While he ordered his crew to pull the sail, he replied: "I heard that there were about ten thousand people, all of them were cavalry!"

Zhang Huan concentrated on his mind, then turned to Xin Lang and said, "If I guessed correctly, this should be a sneak attack by the Uighur army. Kaiyang County is the location of the Wei family. The Uighur army's move is to harass Wei Shangshu's rear and force him to return to help."

At this time, Xin Lang was anxious. Kaiyang City was broken. Not only was the Wei family finished, but their Longyou Academy was also very likely to be finished. There are so many students and professors, how about their life and death? He could no longer help but say to Zhang Huan anxiously: "Longyou Academy has many of my subordinates, and I will go and take a look no matter what!"

The boatman next to him was startled and waved his hands repeatedly and advised: "You must not go. Those Uighurs are more fierce than wolves. You are all scholars, and you will die if you go?"

Xin Lang ignored him, stared at Zhang Huan and said, "Get sick, what do you think?"

"I'll accompany you!" Zhang Huan replied without hesitation.

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From the north of the Wei River is the endless Longyou Plain. This is the richest place in Longyou. Large areas of fertile fields can be seen everywhere, and winter wheat has been sown in many fields.

Less than two hundred miles from Wei River to Kaiyang County, you can reach it in one day by horse riding. A group of knights galloped in the wilderness. There were more than 30 people. In addition to more than a dozen scholars, there were fifteen Miss Pei's guards, led by Zhao San.

The woods on the riverside were far behind, but as groups of refugees appeared on the official road, the team began to slow down.

"Get sick!"

Zhao Yan rushed over, "I just asked the people that the reinforcements of the Tang Dynasty arrived in Kaiyang County half a day after the city was broken. The Uighur army had fled westward. It is probably meaningless for us to go here!"

Zhang Huan glanced at Xin Lang and said without hesitation: "Since you have come, even if you can't save people, it's okay to go and learn about the situation, especially the situation in Longyou Academy. Everyone continue to rush to reach Kaiyang County before dawn tomorrow."

Xin Lang cast a grateful look at Zhang Huan. He then turned his horse's head and rushed out to a path. Only after a long distance did he hear his shout, "It's too slow to walk the official road, let's take the path."

The speed of everyone's movement accelerated again, crossing the low hills and walking through the large dark green pine forests. The sunset gradually turned bloody, dyeing everyone's body red, and even a small river that was about to dry up was shimmering red.

‘Xu~’ Zhao San tightened the reins on a high ground, and the horse stopped. He looked around in confusion.

At this time, Zhang Huan rushed up from behind, "Brother Zhao, what did you find?"

"I just heard a cry for help, but now it's gone."

Zhao San listened again for a moment, and suddenly pointed to the northwest direction, "It's that!"

He rode his horse down the gentle slope. At this time, everyone could clearly hear the cry for help from afar, and the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground rhythmically.

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After passing through the fir trees, there was a small river that was almost dry in front. About hundreds of steps away from the opposite bank of the river, several cavalrymen were escorting a carriage and running desperately along the river. Behind them, yellow dust rolled and battle flags were flying, as if a team of cavalry was chasing behind them.

"It's a Uighur, about twenty cavalry!"

Zhao San's eyes were quick and his eyesight was extraordinary. He saw the wolf head on the flag from a distance. He looked at it for a moment and said to Zhang Huan: "It is very likely that it is the scout of the Uighur Army. Young Master, should you save it or not?"

Zhang Huan saw that the cavalry guarding the carriage were all Tang troops, and the carriage was large and gorgeous, and it was very likely that there were some important figures of the Wei family. He pondered for a moment and of course he had to save it, but half of them were scholars. How could he fight against the Uighur soldiers?

He carefully checked the surrounding terrain. From here, he saw that there were endless dense forests. There were only dozens of feet of open land on both sides of the river. The wide carriage could not enter the dense forest, so he could only escape along the river. A thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Huan's mind. He had seen a small river on the way he came just now, which looked very similar to this river. Could it be that this river was circled and turned north?

As soon as the thought came, Zhang Huan immediately said to everyone: "Change and turn back to the future!"

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The horse pulling the cart was exhausted, and white foam kept spraying out of its mouth. The pursuers were getting closer and closer, but the speed slowed down after the cart turned a big bend. The eyes of several Tang soldiers were red in an emergency. They used whips to squeak the horses driving. The shaft of the cart made an extremely harsh creaking sound in the bumps, as if they were about to fall apart. Seeing that the other party was embarrassed, the Uighur scout couldn't help laughing. The group of Biaohans who grew up on the horses were very proud. They shouted loudly and raised their swords to sprint.

The war horses were flying with four hooves, sand and dust were shattering their eyes, and the waist and abdomen were covered by yellow dust.

"One hundred steps... fifty steps......"

Suddenly, more than a dozen tripping ropes suddenly appeared in the dust. The five or six war horses in the front were tripped one after another, and the war horses were neighing. Then the Uighurs behind were unable to collect their power and collided with their companions. Just as the Uighur scouts were in a mess, dozens of powerful arrows broke through the sky from the woods next to them. The last few Uighur soldiers who had just collected the reins were caught and fell down.

At this moment, nearly thirty cavalry ran out of the woods on both sides. They held swords and shouted and surrounded them. The Uighur scouts had been through the battlefield for a long time. Although they were ambushed and many were injured, they were still calm in the face of danger and simply formed a formation. The last few cavalrymen opened the way forward, and the soldiers who lost their horses followed in two teams behind, rushing towards the road in one go.

"Kill!" The guards shouted, and the spurs rushed into the enemy formation like a wolf or a tiger, slashing and slashing. These guards seemed to be even more elite than the regular army and had extremely strong combat power. With just two charges, they broke the formation of the Uighur army, with swords and swords, and shouted in a group.

This is a small-scale encounter. Both sides are extremely powerful soldiers and have no mercy. If you don’t want to die, you must kill the other party. Although there are only a few more than 20 people fighting on a small scale, it is also cruel and bloody.

More than a dozen scholars were timid and did not dare to step forward. They took the guard's bows and arrows to shoot cold arrows on the periphery, and only Zhang Huan participated in the battle.

The guards fought very well. They interweave and divide and disrupted the formation of the Uighur soldiers. Then they divided a few people to resist the cavalry. The rest of the guards concentrated their troops to deal with the Uighur soldiers who had lost their war horses one by one. After working together to kill one person, they immediately went to deal with the other.

The Uighur army was gradually at a disadvantage, and they fought fewer and fewer. The last few people resisted tenaciously while looking for opportunities. Suddenly, they found a scholar in the enemy's team. Two Uighur soldiers looked at each other and rushed towards them at the same time.
To be continued...