Chapter 43 The Prem of the Last Battle on the Grassland

The horse limped and walked slowly.

The wound above the right eye was severely painful, and the dizziness almost made Ma Chao unable to sit firmly on the back of the horse. Looking down, I saw that the breastplate was full of blood, showing a solidified purple sauce and flowing bright red. The sharp arrow in the left chest that pierced the armor and directly injured the lungs made the foam of blood gushing out of Ma Chao's mouth and trauma.

Looking back at the soldiers behind, there were only hundreds left in the army of more than 4,000 people. Looking at the haggard faces, they were all as tired and on the verge of death as Ma Chao.

At this time, Xiliang's brocade is no longer as dazzling or proud as when he first entered the grassland.

I don't know where the beautiful robe was discarded at this time. Perhaps, in the melee that night, I was dragged away by the soldiers. Or maybe it has drifted away with the wind when it is struggling to kill?

And these Xiliang iron riders are no longer as indifferent and passionate as they followed the horse's timeout. However, they still looked at Ma Chao with a trace of regretless respect.

That night, I don't know whether several tribes or dozens of Qiang tribes besieged Ma Chao at the same time. Even so, Ma Chao still led them to charge. However, he was outnumbered and was finally surrounded by more than 50,000 Qiang people. If it hadn't been for the last appearance of the two tribes of White Horse Qiang and Qingyi Qiang and secretly released water, I'm afraid Ma Chao would have been buried in the vast night!

However, it was not until that time that Ma Chao really knew the power of the Iron Qiang Order!

In the past, Ma Chao and Yan Xing just staged a cat-and-mouse game on this grassland. It is still unknown who is the cat and mouse. Because even if there are a large number of people, it has a great advantage. But the Xiliang iron riders under Ma Chao are all cavalry equipped with stamen, and they are still two riders. In terms of foot strength and endurance, it is much better than the Yanxing tribe that controls the war horse by its waist, abdomen and legs alone. But later, after Yan's action used the iron Qiang order and ordered all the Qiang people to kill Ma Chao, Ma Chao completely became a street mouse, everyone shouted to fight, and could hardly find a place to hide.

Until now, Ma Chao and his Xiliang iron riders have not been around for three days and nights, and those hateful Qiang people, still bite behind Ma Chao like wild dogs with bones, and from time to time, they have to guard against other Qiang tribes from killing from the side...

Fortunately, in the past few days, Ma Chao also learned from other Qiang tribes that Chang'an reinforcements and his father's troops had appeared on this grassland. If God still gave some face to let Brother Chou and Jia Xu successfully find the logo he left behind, he may still escape from the sky.

Unfortunately, the sky did not follow people's wishes. At this moment, Ma Chao heard the ground trembling slightly, and the thunderous sound of horses' hoofs from far to near! Looking up at the source of the sound: a mass of dust rapidly expands from the distant horizon, reflecting a little light in the sun. It was the Xiliang iron armored cavalry and Qiang troops led by the enemy general Yan Xing.

The enemy is advancing rapidly in this direction!

Ma Chao couldn't help smiling bitterly: He has been struggling to survive on the grassland. Today, can't he still get rid of the end of being defeated by Yan Xing?

In an instant, the enemy's torrent of iron cavalry came overwhelmingly. The ears could no longer hear anything, and the sound of killing rolled in the ear drum, drowning everything.

In the face of death, Ma Chao suddenly had a cruel sense of relaxation in his heart: what is shrouded in the master's aura, what wakes up and takes charge of the power of the world, lies drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman, what changes the end of troubled times, and the magnificent sound of a powerful man seems to have left him. Everything is just a delusion, since An ordinary technician thinks that inheriting Xiliang Jinma Chao's body and force can change the eternal wheel of history?

Consciousness gradually fades, and fear and pain slowly leave. Is this the embrace of death?

Opening his eyes hard, Ma Chao suddenly found that the color of heaven and earth at this moment was so beautiful: it was so beautiful that there was only the beauty of death.

Isn't the yellow sky and green earth also a kind of destination as the last burial place?

Ma Chao smiled. His last thought was to see what kind of face and expression Yan Xing faced him. Although Pound beside him was also a little unconscious at this time, he still slightly ** the reins and blocked Ma Chao.

"Young master, Pound fought with you on the grassland, and it's a good place to die." Pound smiled bitterly, but his expression was so peaceful and tenacious.

"Ring Ming, we will not die. Although I have felt the breath of death, you have to believe me, we will never die!" Ma Chao also ** took the reins, ** the exhausted war horse still obeyed the master's order and walked to the front of Pound's horse.

"A letter from my subordinates!" Pang De fixedly looked at Ma Chao. After saying these two words, he smiled.

"We also believe!" Behind him, after hearing the conversation between Ma Chao and Pound, he couldn't help saying these two words.

"We believe!" Finally, although the hundreds of Western cavalry did not know the dialogue between Ma Chao and Pound, they did not hesitate to believe in the promise of the young master!

"Okay, in that case, let's see who is the bastard who wants to kill us?" Ma Chao suddenly raised his head and grinned. There was a trace of ferocity and determination on his original handsome face: "Even if we die, we will die in the charge! Xiliang iron horse, set up a gun to meet the enemy!"

"No!" Hundreds of decisive voices roared, and the last angry shouts composed of hoarseness and violence moved the world and touched the earth.

Looking back at these soldiers who had already supported their bodies in one breath, they were moved and angry. Suddenly, they only felt that everything around them had lost their color, leaving only the yellow sky and green ground, sad and dazzling.

In the face of these generals and soldiers who showed their trust and unrepentant eyes, Ma Chao tried his best to smile at them, but this expression was worse than crying. Turning around and reaching out his hand to cover his face, Ma Chao didn't want to cry, but tears of pain couldn't stop pouring out: these days of tossing and turning, that night's life-and-death struggle, he and these soldiers tried their best to fight against the enemy, what was the purpose of? In the end, is this the end?

No!

I'm not reconciled!

Is this the destined ending of Xiliang's brocade? Is this the last souvenir of these soldiers?

Well, in that case; well, that's it; well, do you need to think about it again?

Yan Xing, come on!

I'd like to see how you killed us!

Suddenly, Ma Chao only felt that his limbs and bones were full of a magnificent atmosphere of death.

He cheered up and clenched the big gun in his hand. Ma Chao wanted to finally say a few words of gratitude to these heroes who were willing to die with him, but his chest was full and he moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word.

The enemy is coming here like a tide, but the memories since crossing flashed in front of him one by one. These memories are treasures treasured in Ma Chao's mind and can never be forgotten. Although it is short, it is also clear: when people are dying, they will always involuntarily look back on their lives, because if they don't look back at this time, I'm afraid there will be no more chance.

Ma Chao, the hero in history, ended up depressed. However, Ma Chao felt that he had been much luckier than Ma Chao in that history, and his life was not in vain.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and the fierce fighting spirit that had been brewing here finally turned into a roar from the depths of his heart. Ma Chao rose up his last strength and urged the horse to meet the overwhelming torrent of iron cavalry. There is no need to look back. Ma Chao knew that Pound and those Xiliang iron riders followed him closely.