Outside the Jinguan Gate, the northern knights riding on tall horses laughed at the passers-by who were dodging in panic on both sides of the road. They were the "Yeluohe" personal soldiers under An Lushan, the governor of Fanyang and Pinglu. They had always been rampant in Youyan and other places, and they were the same even in Chang'an City.
"I think there are not many heroes in Chang'an. They are all useless people."
This group of about fifty people, led by the captain Yeluoheli, looked at the pedestrians around them who dared to be angry but not to speak, with contempt on their faces. They were used to following An Lushan's tyranny and acted arrogantly.
Only when they reached the Jinguang Gate guarded by soldiers did they slow down their horses. The captain still looked up and threw the token over, "We are the personal guards of General An Jie. Why don't you let us go quickly? You have delayed our general's important business. Watch out for your head."
Although the soldiers guarding the gate were indignant, they had no choice but to swallow their anger. After all, the people who came were the personal soldiers of An Lushan, who was the governor of two places and was deeply favored by the emperor. Even if they were really beaten, they had no way to seek justice.
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