Chapter 34 Child!

Time passed minute by minute. Although Ma Chao had a calm face in front of those iron riders, in fact, he was so nervous that "in the face of the choice of life and death, no one can be indifferent. Ma Chao is not a god or demon. He just has no intention of crossing into this world that belongs to him and wants to live a more relaxed life in troubled times.

However, troubled times will not easily give him the result he wants. Therefore, he can only rely on some of his cleverness and tenacity to seek out troubled times.

Finally, it's time to come.

When it was already possible to see that there were only some sparse lights left in Huang Yangqiang, a huge stone in Ma Chao's heart finally landed and bet was right again! Huang Yangqiang accepted the transfer order of Yan Xing of the Tieqiang League. All the heroic warriors in the tribe went to the battlefield with the leaders. Only some old people, women and children remained in the tribe.

"Wo!"

In the sharp sound of breaking the air, the cold murder has come in an air. The old people and children in the Huangyangqiang tribe did not know what was going on, and they saw a cavalry coming like the wind.

The unified Han Dynasty armor, the scarlet tassels, and the ruthless murderous intention shocked the whole tribe in an instant.

"Kill~~"

Ma Chao took the lead and rushed there. When he saw that the tribe was full of old people and children, he had to kill them with the big gun in his hand.

No one else, there has never been any pity in troubled times!

You have pity on the enemy today, and the enemy's sword will not pity your life tomorrow!

Therefore, Ma Chao would rather let the murderous intention in his body render himself into a ghost to erase the pity in his emotions!

"Kill~~"

"Kill~~"

The overwhelming shouts suddenly sounded from the front and back of the Huangyangqiang tribe. After Pound heard the shouts, he led these two thousand Xiliang iron riders to suddenly appear like ghosts and covered the tribal camp like a tide. Obviously, Pound, who has lived in the cavalry camp for several years, is much more indifferent and cruel than Ma Chao.

"Han army! It's the devil of Xiliang Jin!" Some old people in the Huangyangqiang tribe were frightened. After recognizing Ma Chao's iconic dress, they quickly shouted around, "Run, run! The brocade of Xiliang is coming!"

Because Ma Chao deliberately left his name several times, Xiliang Zhijin has deeply existed in the hearts of every Qiang people at this time. Among those tribes that are friendly to the Ma family, Xiliang Zhijin is the invincible general of Tianwei God; and among those tribes that are enemies of the Ma family, Xiliang Zhijin is a butcher, a devil, and the most feared nightmare in the bottom of his heart!

Those women and children who had been frightened for a long time gave up their will to resist and fled, while some Qiang people who had not yet figured out what was going on were frightened by the panicked horses. After they saw the Xiliang iron horse that was covered like a tide, they didn't know how many Han family horses there were in panic, so they quickly turned around and fled.

The victory of this battle is not glorious at all, at least, Ma Chao thinks so.

"Kill!"

Pang de roared and cut over a slow-running Huangyang Qiang herdsman with a knife. He felt indescribably happy. These days, he was chased around by Qiang herdsmen like a dog, but now he was ambushed by himself! It can be said that the world is unpredictable and unpredictable.

The hatred accumulated in his heart was released, which directly made Pound have some * tendencies.

He looked up to the sky and laughed three times. Pound was about to chase him again, but he was pulled by Ma Chao.

"Ok, don't chase, collect the soldiers immediately, make some necessary supplements, and turn in immediately."

"Why?" Pound was stunned.

"If you don't leave at this time, you will die!" Ma Chao shouted harshly and immediately woke Pound a little.

The red light in Pound's eyes gradually disappeared, and he finally realized the situation of the self-army, waved his hand and immediately ordered his men to supply in place immediately. And the eyes looking at Ma Chao gradually changed from fear to respect.

Sure enough, just after Ma Chao's cavalry camp left a single incense, the leader of Huang Yangqiang led more than 10,000 horse warriors to come. But what is left to them at this moment is the burned tents and the scattered livestock, as well as the bodies of the old and women in the tribe, and the children who are currently suffering...

"The brocade of Xiliang! I will definitely smash you into ten thousand pieces!" Duo Tamu, the leader of Huang Yangqiang, was angry and tried his best to cast the machete in his hand to the ground, gritted his teeth and roared.

"Lead, there is a letter in your tent... It's Ma Chao who left it to you." The warriors resisted the grief and anger in their hearts and toured the tribal camp. In the leader's golden account, they found this letter that made the leader of Huangyang Qiang furious and helpless:

'Use the young prince of your tribe and travel to the grassland together. I hope the leader will not be blamed...'

Dotamu is more than 40 years old this year. In the Han Dynasty, at this age, he can already call himself 'I'. In the fight with the Han army, his descendants were shot by the loss of the Han army. Although his life was saved, his fertility was greatly affected. It was not until a few years ago that he had his first and possibly only son.

Dotamu got a son in his old age. He was so precious that he was afraid of falling in his hand and melted in his mouth. But now, his three-year-old son has fallen into the hands of Ma Chao...

"The brocade of Xiliang! Is it really a nightmare for our Qiang people?!" Dotamuhu opened his eyes angrily, but shed tears in disputableness.

Men don't shed tears, especially the bloody men on the grassland. However, except for this aggrieved emotion, there is no way for Dotamu to express his feelings of hatred and fear of Ma Chao.

"Are you sure that this is Dortam's only child?" In the midst of the Mercedes-Benz, Ma Chao looked stunned after listening to Pound's report.

"Yes, young master. At that time, many women and old people were trying their best to protect the child, and their subordinates felt different and hijacked him. Now he has learned his identity from his biological mother. Pound answered while trying to protect the balance of his body. Because in his arms, there is a three-year-old boy who slept soundly.

Ma Chao looked solemnly at the child in Pound's arms again, and inadvertently pulled out a cunning and strange arc at the corners of his mouth: if used well, this child can almost be equal to tens of thousands of yellow sheep Qiang'erlang. And if you play more smartly, it may not be impossible for Huang Yangqiang to betray the Iron Qiang League from now on...

And Pound saw the young master's face and showed this sinister look again. How do you know that Ma Chao has made up his mind on this child again?

Looking at the child in his arms again, Pound began to feel sad about the fate of the poor child for the first time. At the same time, he silently made a comment on the young master who had no courtesy and shame at all:

Beast!