In the autumn of 130 BC, outside the tiger's mouth, it was in the evening when a strange gust of wind swept by, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away.

"This scene is a bit familiar."

Mu Shaoan murmured in a low voice, then raised his nose and sniffed it, leaned over and pinched a handful of soil on the ground, twisted it for a moment, and then fell down.

Then, he began to unhurriedly investigate the traces on the ground.

"There is a total of 1 ox cart, each carrying a weight of about 5,000 kilograms. This is to consider the richness of the laws of war in this world. There are 1,327 camels and 576 war horses. The total number of people in the caravan should be between 800 and 900. Before that, fifteen scouts searched for seven directions, and that Zhao Ji was in that direction."

Mu Shaoan's right hand was like a compass, first pointing to the north, then slowly moved 75 degrees, and finally freezing.

The next second, he had already taken a step forward. Although it was not a thousand meters in one step, there was a step forward of more than a hundred meters. In less than two minutes, he had already arrived more than 30 miles away and found a pile of extinguished bonfires and a few leftover bones in the night.

Mu Shaoan squatted down carefully by the extinguished bonfire, observed carefully, and finally picked up a clean bone, put it on his nose and smelled it. Then he stood up and said:

"That's all. Although the Great Prophecy Techniques used by the virus camp accurately predicted all my behaviors in ten months, the Great Prophecy will never get the first-hand data in my body. I don't know how much my strength has been improved? They have at least miscalculated one-third of my strength. This is why they must film a TV series "The Legend of the Great Han General Wei Qing". Rather than saying that Zhao Ji in history is my copy, it is better to say that Zhao Ji's copy in "The Legend of the Great Han General Wei Qing".

"The virus ancestor really made a decision. It first assassinated the Great Emperor Augustus with a fake Jing Ke, and then used this method to make me unclear and unrealistic. It had no choice but to enter history and destroy the nominal Mu Shaoan. In this way, the chance of its escape from the Great Wall firewall will be increased invisibly. Maybe it would not take Augustus and me seriously, but in fact, it was not willing to take risks."

"Without my vision of death and the pursuit of the holy light from the Great Emperor Augustus, this ancestor virus can escape 100%. Unfortunately, now that things have come to this point, the virus ancestor has no choice but to change it."

Speaking of this, Mu Shaoan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself after a long time, "The law of war in this world has increased by 0.5%, the law of immortals and magic is zero, and the law of law has not changed. Instead, the law of solidification has increased by 1.5%, and the historical law has increased by 5.6%. Hehe, that ancestor virus is really a big deal, so I don't believe that Zhao Ji is its only means. This old monster at the ss+ level has existed since Pangu opened the sky. Therefore, I can have ten thousand reasons to believe that there must be a clone of the ancestor virus in this world, and this clone has been legitimately solidified into a historical figure."

"So that's why the sudden increase in the world's solidification law of 1.5% and the 5.6% historical law of this world. Without the cover of these laws, the clone of the ancestor virus cannot bypass the Great Wall firewall. Only when you come to this history in person can you notice the clues. Those cleaners are really good at fighting rabbits. Humph, so you allow me to make a lot of trouble in this world?"

"But who is the clone that solidified the ancestor virus in this history? Zhao Ji must be just a cover. Oh, this matter is a bit difficult. With my IQ, I can no longer think of more clues. So, according to the third standard of the law of turning over the table, I should go to such a place to do something."

After a few autumn rains, the weather immediately became much colder, so that one morning, white frost suddenly came, and no one felt it was abrupt.

A whim sound rang out, but it was the Huns' words. With the sound of whip whipping, the day of hard work for the slaves began.

This is the most common small Hun tribe on the grassland. It can gather about 60 Hun warriors, including more than 100 women and children, more than 20 elderly people, and more than 300 Han slaves like animals.

From the siege of Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang of the Han Dynasty, to Emperor Wen of Han, Emperor Jing of Han, and even during the early period of Emperor Wu of Han, the Huns were the most powerful force group in East Asia. Burning, killing, looting was the nature of nomadic peoples. The Han Empire had to tolerate and send tributes every year and princesses to marry each other.

But this did not prevent the Huns from constantly robbing the Han people on the border.

Although this small Hun tribe has a small population, it occupies a good grassland. There are several very powerful white wolf warriors in the tribe, which are the S-level Hun cavalry.

So if nothing unexpected happens, perhaps more than ten years later, this will be a powerful Hun tribe, and there will even be a few heroes like wolf kings in the future.

Until this cold morning, the grass was covered with white frost and snow. When a group of Han slaves with a half-frost and blue face were driven out by a whip and ran out to work, they saw a smiling Han family. He was not tall, his clothes were not fit, and he had no objects. Oh no, he was holding at least a piece of wood in his arms, and he stood lazy outside the gathering place of the Hun tribes.

No one knows how he appeared. This is the hinterland of the Huns. The royal court of the Huns' military minister Shanyu is only a few hundred miles away.

"Woo wow"

An old Hun man holding a whip screamed loudly. He used to be a brave Hun warrior, but he was only shot in his knees. Although he is old and powerless, he is still very sensitive to the unknown danger.

The strange shouts suddenly rang out on this cold morning, which made more Huns wake up from their sleep, and didn't bother to put on their clothes, picked up their weapons and rushed out of the tent.

"Escape quickly!"

Some of the Han slaves shouted anxiously, but he just got a smile. Then, a gust of wind blew, causing the grass leaves to break and flutter, like the willow catkins in spring, so light and dreamy, it made people mistakenly think that they were in the warm Jiangnan.

The young man was still smiling there with wood in his arms, as if nothing had happened until the strong smell of blood spread.

Some people died, and many of them were not their own.

As for that man, he was still laughing, heartlessly.
Chapter completed!