The Qiang man struggled for only a moment before his head lolled to the side and he fell silent. After gently laying the Qiang man down, Jia Xu immediately ran to the horses not far away, then jumped onto their backs and rode south.

After riding for a while, Jia Xu couldn't tell which way to go because it was too dark. So he pulled on the reins, tore off a strip of cloth and blindfolded the horse. Then he took out a dagger and stabbed the horse in the rump. The horse was in pain and galloped off to the south.

After fleeing all the way, it was already noon. His horse had died from blood loss, but Jia Xu did not stop. He continued to walk towards Luoyang, his steps faltering. Since yesterday, Jia Xu had not eaten or drunk anything. He was parched and weak, but he still gritted his teeth and continued walking. He knew that he had to find water and food as soon as possible, or he would die in the sandstorm before he even reached Luoyang.

The howling north wind and the terrible weather were draining the last bit of warmth from Jia Xu's body. Looking ahead, a sense of despair rose in his heart.

Just then, a sandstorm suddenly swept up ahead. Jia Xu stared intently and saw a large banner with the character "Han" appearing and disappearing in the sandstorm. A cavalry unit of more than ten men came into Jia Xu's sight.

Even the usually calm and indifferent Jia Xu couldn't help but feel excited at this moment. He shouted loudly and ran towards the cavalry, because he recognized their uniforms as those of the elite Imperial Guards of the Han Dynasty.

Who goes there?

The captain of the Imperial Guard cavalry saw a figure running towards them and shouted loudly. The Imperial Guard soldiers behind him also drew their long swords and began to be on guard.

"I am Jia Wenhe from Wuwei!"