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Chapter Twenty-Four: Good Man!


At the foot of the white mountain, cows and sheep appear on the windblown grass.

It was early spring in March, and there were herds of cattle and sheep on the grassland.

Herds of horses had gone through a tough winter and were gradually gaining weight.

On both sides of the quiet river, curls of smoke slowly rose, followed by the blue sky, and there was peace between heaven and earth.

All the best members of the clan have gone off to war, and only the elderly and children are left in the camp.

A blind old man sat quietly in front of his felt bag, stroking the matouqin in his hand and singing a desolate tune.

Two seven or eight-year-old Qiang children were lying on the soft grass, listening intently.

Not far away, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was trying to tame a wild horse.

He fell off the horse again and again, but got up again and again.

His young face was full of stubbornness.

In the sheep pen farther away, several young women were milking goats.

Seeing the pure white goat milk pouring into the clay pots, their grease-covered faces burst into smiles.

The chants of Qingyue rose from the grassland.

Several fresh and beautiful Qiang girls in riding attire drove the sheep back from a distance.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on their slender bodies, showing their graceful figures.

"Haw woo woo" The low and distant horn sound suddenly sounded without warning.

As the horn sound sounded, endless murderous intent was spreading endlessly on the grassland.

The faces of the girls changed instantly.

They put their hands on the awning and looked south, only to see in the distance.

At the end of the prairie, a faint black line suddenly appeared on the vast horizon.

"Hurry, hide quickly."

The blind old man was not blind in heart.

The battle in his youth made him immediately recognize that this was the clarion call for the Han army to march.

He hurriedly picked up the two seven or eight-year-old children and rode on horseback to escape from this place.

But everything I have is here, where else can I run to?

Damn Han dogs, why did they suddenly attack here?

Didn't our son-in-law already go to rob them?

The old man couldn't figure out why these Han people who were supposed to be robbed suddenly came here.

Looking at the two children next to him who were completely unaware of fear, the old man suddenly had no desire to escape: Yes, you will spend your whole life either robbing others or being robbed.

In such a day, even if you survive, what's the point?

Looking around in the blink of an eye, the old man saw that the young women and girls had already picked up the machetes, and the remaining fifteen-year-old children had also jumped on the horses.

The old man suddenly felt that perhaps his death here this time could be regarded as a kind of destination. .

The faint black line in the distance gradually became clearer, and the old man was horrified to see that the black line gradually became thicker and thicker, and finally covered the entire hillside like a black ant colony.

The riding skills of the knights on those horses are quite stable, no worse than the riding skills of the young men in their own tribe.

In fact, judging from the way they are able to do so with ease, they are even better than the young men in their own tribe.

Gradually, the old man saw clearly that the surging cavalry was indeed an army of the Han army.

They swept in like a tide, a vigorous flag fluttering in the wind, with a majestic embroidery of the Chinese character "Han" on it.

Two generals, one black and one white, were in uniform at high speed.

Behind them, the dense iron armor gathered into a sea of ​​steel, flashing with a frightening coldness.

Spear after spear pierced the sky, and there was a piece of cherry blossom on the helmets of the Han army soldiers.

The red tassels are as beautiful as blood under the setting 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: that invincible army drove the Xiongnu to the north of the desert and killed the barbarians in the wilderness.

Has the clanking Han army, which once openly declared to the whole world that "anyone who offends our powerful Han will be punished no matter how far away" – is back?

The years are vicissitudes and time is passing.

Personnel has changed, but the spirit of the army still remains.

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Could it be that as long as the Han Empire is not destroyed, the invincible Han army will still exist?

no, impossible The Han Empire was in chaos.

Countless adults, like the Qiang tribe, were desperately fighting for territory.

It was said that Dong Xiangguo, the most ferocious and cruel among them, even kidnapped the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

It is impossible for an empire that is in turmoil and that is about to collapse to have an invincible iron army again.

But how should we explain the army in front of us?

Especially the young general in the brocade shirt at the front of the army.

His brocade-white color, reflecting the setting sun in the sky, seemed to destroy the old man's only remaining eye.

Blind It's over, it's really over this time Those who came were definitely the elite of the Han army, and they actually had a lineup of more than 10,000 people and a murderous intent.

The few hundred women, children, and children left in the tribe simply couldn't resist it.

Sure enough, the old man looked back and saw that the eyes of those women and children had looks of horror.

In their lives, they may have seen the killings and competitions between tribes, or they may have been bullied by the villains who conquered their tribes.

They had even seen their husbands and relatives being killed with their own eyes, but there was no doubt that they had never seen such shocking Han cavalry.

In the blink of an eye, the Han cavalry had swarmed over, and the old man had clenched the scimitar in his hand.

He knew that he might die under the rain of Han army arrows.

However, even if he died, he would still be lying on this lush grassland.

But, hey Why are there still Qiang warriors?

The old man took a closer look and saw that in front of the Han elite, there were actually knights dressed as Qiang people.

Moreover, the Qiang warrior seemed to be giving some advice to the young general in brocade robes.

Damn it These guys actually led the enemies of the Qiang people to kill on the grassland.

Murderous intent surged in my eyes, and he swore that as long as he did not die under the rain of arrows, he would kill those Qiang traitors with his own hands.

"Brother Riwobuji, you are indeed here."

The strange thing is that the Han army did not stop to launch the missile after they reached a sufficient distance.

And there was a familiar shout coming from their camp.

"Brother Hun Tu, why are you here?"

The old man finally saw a familiar face among the Han army, and at the same time he put down the scimitar in his hand, because he knew that Hun Tu would never betray the entire Qiang people.

"Well, I'm here to lead the way."

After Hun Tu said these words, he immediately realized something was wrong, and said hurriedly: "No, I came with Major General Ma to pacify the Po Qiang tribe."

"Po Qiang" the old man Riwo Buji shouted angrily, but then he asked again: "But why did you bring the Han army to our tribe?"

"Because, I know, Po Qiang is also your enemy, and the enemy of your enemy is your friend, isn't it, old man?"

Before Hun Tu could explain, the young man in brocade clothes spoke.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

The old man Riwobuji silently recited this sentence several times, and finally smiled and said: "You kid, what you say makes sense."

"I, General Zhaowu of the Han Dynasty, Ma Chao, have come to attack Fufeng County of the Han Dynasty because Po Qiang twice invaded my country."

Ma Chao said his name and purpose, and looked at Riwobuji quietly with a hint of expectation.

"Ma Chao, what is your relationship with Ma Teng, that Ma Chao from Xiliang Brocade?"

After hearing Ma Chao's name, Riwo Buji suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

Ma Chao, with a slumped look on his face, weakly replied: "It's my father."

"Oh, that Ma Teng is a good one."

"Good man" Ma Chao had already accepted his fate and said these three words for Riwo Buji.

And beside him, Pang De, Chou Ge, Jia Xu and others couldn't help but smile.

There is no other reason.

It all stems from the fact that Ma Chao borrowed troops from Ma Teng

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