Chapter 24 Good Man!

At the bottom of the White Mountain, the wind blows and the grass is low.

It was early spring in March, when there were flocks of cattle and sheep on the grassland. Groups of horses had passed the difficult winter, and their bodies gradually gained fat. On both sides of the quiet river, there is a curling smoke rising, and then the blue sky is peaceful between heaven and earth.

The heroes of the clan have gone on an expedition, leaving only the elderly and children in the camp.

A blind old man sat quietly in front of his felt bag, stroking the horse-headed piano and singing desolate music. Two seven or eight-year-old Qiang children were lying on the soft grass and listening attentively. Not far away, a 14- or 15-year-old teenager was trying to tame a wild horse. He fell off the horse again and again, but got up again and again. His childish face was full of stubbornness~~

In the sheep pen farther away, several young women were milking sheep's milk. Looking at the pure white sheep's milk rushing into the clay pot, their greasy faces burst into laughter.

Qingyue's singing rose from the grassland, and several fresh and beautiful Qiang girls in riding clothes drove the sheep back from a distance. The afterglow of the sunset shone on their slender bodies, showing their graceful posture~~

"Woo-woo~~"

The low and distant sound of the horn suddenly sounded without warning. With the sound of the horn, the endless murder was spreading endlessly on the grassland. The girls' faces changed in an instant. Looking south with a cool tent in their hands, they saw a faint black line appeared on the vast horizon at the end of the grassland in the distance.

"Quickly, hide!" The blind old man was not blind. The battle when he was young made him suddenly hear that this was the horn of the Han army's march. He hurriedly picked up the two seven- or eight-year-old children and wanted to escape from this place.

But everything I have is here again, where else can I go?

'Damn Hangou, why did you suddenly attack here? Didn't our son go to rob them?' The old man couldn't figure out why these Han people who should have been robbed suddenly came here!

Looking at the two children next to him who were not afraid at all, the old man suddenly had no desire to escape: Yes, he lived all his life, either robbed others or robbed by others. What's the point of surviving in such a day?

In a blink of an eye, the old man saw that the young women and girls had picked up the machete, and the remaining 15-year-old children also jumped on the horses. The old man suddenly felt that perhaps his death here was also a destination.

The faint black line in the distance gradually became clear. The old man was very frightened to see that the black line gradually became thicker and thicker, and finally covered the whole hillside like a black ant colony. Those horse knights are quite stable, no worse than those young men in their own tribe. Even if they are skillful, they are better than the young men of their own tribe.

Gradually, the old man saw that the surging cavalry was indeed the army of the Han army. They swept like a tide, hunting and hunting with a strong flag, embroidered with a majestic banner of the word "Han". The two generals, one black and one white, dressed in military uniform and rushed. Behind him, the iron armor gathered into a sea of steel, shining with a frightening coldness. A spear pierced the sky, and the cherry red tassels on the helmets of the Han soldiers were as beautiful as blood under the sun!

Elite! The real elite of the Han army!

The old man's eyes narrowed, and the long-forgotten scene jumped out of his mind: the invincible, the Xiongnu in the north of the desert and the barbarians in the wilderness. Has the Han army, which once proudly declared to the whole world that "those who violate our strong Han will be killed even if they are far away" come back?

Time flies and time flies. The personnel are more overlapping, and the military soul still exists.

Is it possible that the Han Empire will not die for a day, and the invincible Han army will survive for a day?!

No, it's impossible!

The Han Empire has been chaotic. Countless adults are fighting for territory like Qiang tribes. I heard that the most fierce and brutal Dong Xiangguo among them also kidnapped the emperor of the Han Dynasty. In such a stormy and stormy empire, it is impossible for an invincible iron army to appear again!

But how should this army explain it? Especially the young general in the brocade robe in front of the army, his black and white color, against the remnant sun in the sky, seemed to blind the old man's only other eye!

It's over, this time it's really over...

It is definitely the elite of the Han army, and there are actually more than 10,000 people! Such a lineup and murderous intent are irresistible to the only hundreds of women, children and children left in the clan.

Sure enough, the old man looked back and saw that those women and children had shown a frightened look in their eyes. During their careers, they may have seen the killings between tribes, or they may have been bullied by the villains who conquered their tribe, and saw their husbands and relatives killed with their own eyes, but at all There is no doubt that they have never seen such a shocking Han cavalry!

In an instant, the cavalry of the Han army had swarmed, and the machete in the old man's hand had been clenched. He knew that he might die under the arrow rain of the Han army. However, even if he dies, he lies on this lush grassland!

But, huh?

How can there be warriors of the Qiang clan?

The old man fixed his eyes and saw that there were knights dressed as Qiang in front of the elite of the Han family. And the Qiang warrior seems to point something to the young general in the brocade robe...

Da Damn it!

These guys actually led the enemies of the Qiang clan to kill on the grassland!

In my eyes, the murderous machine soared. He vowed that as long as he did not die under the rain of arrows, he would kill those traitors of the Qiang clan with his own hands!

"Brother Riwo, you are really here!" Strangely, after reaching a sufficient distance, the Han army did not stop to shoot. And from their camp, there was a familiar shout.

"Brother Huntu, why are you here?" The old man finally saw a familiar face in the Han army and put down the machete in his hand, because he knew that Huntu would never betray the whole Qiang clan.

"Well, I'm here to lead the way." After saying this, Huntu immediately realized that something was wrong and hurriedly said, "No, I took Major General Ma to calm down the Qiang tribe."

"Breaking Qiang?!" The old man called out angrily, but then asked again, "But why did you bring the Han army to our tribe?"

"Because, I know that Poqiang is also your enemy, and the enemy of the enemy is a friend, isn't it, old man?" Before Huntu opened his mouth to explain, the young man in brocade opened his mouth.

"The enemy of the enemy is a friend..." The old man read this sentence silently several times, and finally smiled and said, "You baby, it makes sense to speak."

"Ma Chao, General Zhaowu of the Great Han Dynasty, came to fight because he invaded Fufeng County of the Han Dynasty twice." Ma Chao said his name and purpose, and quietly looked at Ri Wo with a trace of expectation.

"Ma Chao, the Ma Chao of Xiliangzhijin? What do you have to do with Ma Teng?" After hearing Ma Chao's name, Riwo asked suddenly.

And Ma Chao replied weakly, "It's my father."

"Oh, Ma Teng, it's a good one..."

"Good man!" Ma Chao has already accepted his fate and said these three words on behalf of Ri Wo.

And around him, Pound, Brother Chou, Jia Xu and others couldn't help laughing. There is no other reason. Everything was doomed when Ma Chao borrowed troops from Ma Teng.