Money is a good thing, and good steel must be used on the blade.
Instead of transporting such a huge amount of wealth safely back to Fufeng County in front of me, I got hot-headed and planned to throw away these things and go to the hinterland of the Qiang people to fight with those tough men.
That is not ambition, but illness.
Fortunately, Jia Xu is still an ancient person and speaks so implicitly and tactfully.
After thinking about it clearly, Ma Chao felt that if it had been him, he would have yelled loudly.
However, when you think that you are the one who is being scolded and the one who is being scolded, you should save your time.
After briefly communicating the plan with Jia Xu, Ma Chao waved his hand: Brothers, get a vote and escape.
Let's go back to buy equipment, call our friends in Chang'an, and come next time.
The journey was quite peaceful.
Ma Chao also distributed a small amount of property and cattle and sheep to the friendly tribes along the way, which made the Xiliang Ma family's reputation flourish on the grassland.
Walking and singing, I was satisfied with my ambition, and before I knew it, it was late at night again.
At this time, in the camp of the Yak and Qiang tribe dozens of miles away, mutton-fat torches were burning fiercely, illuminating the large cowhide tent as bright as day.
The leader of the Canniu Qiang, Ogosel, was summoning his generals to discuss matters.
Ogosel was nine feet tall, with a thick waist and round arms.
He has tremendous strength and can split tigers and leopards into pieces.
He wields a mace that weighs more than seventy kilograms.
He has a bravery that cannot be matched by ten thousand people.
He is a famous brave general among the Qiang people.
At this time, he was glaring fiercely at the man kneeling in the middle of the camp, and the anger in his eyes was about to burn the camp tent.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind caused the burning mutton-fat torch in the tent to flicker on and off, and Ogosel's face also looked dim and hideous under the firelight.
"Tell me what happened there, brother."
The man kneeling in the center of the tent heard Ogosel's shout and couldn't help crying in fright: "Chief, it's over, it's all over."
Naogosaur glared, lifted the man up from the ground, and shouted sternly: "What's the end?"
The herdsman who escaped from the Poqiang tribe said: "The Poqiang are finished, the tribe is finished, the women and animals are finished, everything is finished."
"What are you talking about?"
Ogosaer was shocked and lost his voice: "Brother Rimu has 40,000 herdsmen under his command.
He is also one of the top tribes in the entire Qiang tribe.
How could such a tribe be wiped out overnight?"
You have this ability, but you are a useless thing.
If you didn’t protect your elder brother with all your strength, you actually escaped.
I’m really angry to death.”
The poor deserter said with a bitter face: "No, it wasn't the tribe that did it, it was the Han army, the damn Brocade of Xiliang" "Ah" Ogosel was shocked when he heard this, and said in a loss of voice: "It's the Han army, you can't be wrong, right?"
The man said bitterly: "Even if it is burned to ashes, I will not admit that I am a member of the Ma family in Xiliang."
"Pa" Ogosaer slapped the deserter on the face and said sternly: "Xiliang Ma Teng, you bastard, I won't mess with you, but you dare to come to the Qiang people, I will never spare you."
The deserter was slapped by Ogosel, but he did not dare to cry out for pain.
Hearing that Ogosel completely misunderstood his words, he quickly said: "It's not Ma Teng, but the man who is called the Brocade of Xiliang."
"Ma Chao" Ogeshaer took a breath.
The name Xiliang Brocade has become a taboo among the Qiang people.
But after he realized it, he shouted again: "What nonsense is Xiliang Brocade?
I'll slap it with a mace." " After walking back and forth for a few more steps, Ogosel asked again: "Do you know where that Ma Chao went?"
"He must have returned to Han Dynasty, right?
I was so frightened that I didn't dare to observe carefully."
"No, Ma Chao can wipe out the Poqiang tribe overnight.
He has at least 30,000 troops under his command."
Although Ogoshel is reckless, he is not stupid: "Whoever comes, please inform the Huangyangqiang and Heishuiqiang immediately. , Party and Qiang tribes, they have had grudges with Ma Teng before, and they will definitely not let Ma Teng’s eldest son go this time.”
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"Go ahead, let the warriors attack at starry night, vowing to leave Xiliangzhi's body on the grassland."
Ogosaer finally gritted his teeth and roared.
Outside the tent, tens of thousands of herdsmen from the niuqiang received orders, like dark clouds turning and rolling.
All the athletes packed their bags and mounted their horses, just waiting for the leader's order to attack: prairie men are born to be warriors.
The cruel environment also makes them the fastest and most efficient warriors.
One moment they may be herding horses and sheep, and the next moment they are sitting upright on their horses, and a cold murderous aura fills the air.
However, just when everyone's indifferent eyes were about to penetrate the distant road leading to the Han Dynasty, bursts of roaring sounds of cavalry gradually began to sound from far to near.
The expression of the mangosteen Qiang'erlang changed slightly, and they all looked at the person who looked like a man.
The fire dragon-like cavalry troops had even more murderous intent in their eyes.
"Chief, someone from the Tieqiang Alliance has ordered us to set off immediately with General Yan to hunt down Ma Chao in Xiliang."
The scouts had already brought the news to Ogosaer before the troops entered the Mtniuqiang camp.
Ogeshaer took a closer look, and sure enough he saw the leaders of the Huangyangqiang, Heishuiqiang, and Dangqiang tribes.
In front of them was a Han general in his thirties, wearing a black iron bag. , wearing black armor, holding a spear in one hand, and covering his eyes with the other hand, as if to block the stars in the sky.
These Han people always have a blazing moral character.
Ogosel glanced at the sky.
It was dark and nothing special, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
But the activities of his men have not stopped.
At this time, he has been equipped.
With just a gesture, he can lead his men to join this army and start the journey to hunt down Ma Chao.
"Ogosaer has always been on good terms with the leader of Rimu.
At this moment, the soldiers outside the camp are in full swing.
They must be impatient to pursue Ma Chao."
Yan Xing's words were as cold as night, with a hint of solemn heaviness: " It’s raining tonight, so it’s time to pursue.
Chief Ogosel, let’s set off.”
Ogosaer suddenly heard Yan Xing's voice and knew that Yan Xing was a ruthless man who had killed several tough battles.
That kind of tone cannot be spoken without the precipitate of killing people.
However, Ogosaer was very disgusted with Yan Xing's pretentious and condescending attitude.
After all, those Han people have a sense of superiority in front of the Qiang people, which makes the Qiang people instinctively feel hostile.
After rain, hoofprints become visible, which is naturally helpful for tracking.
But you Han people are not gods, so why do you conclude that there will be rain tonight?
Ogosel muttered, and then, thinking that he would soon avenge Rimu, Ogosel's heart was filled with anger, and he let go With a wave, 20,000 warriors merged into the 50,000-strong army, stirring up endless grass clippings, just like these grassy lives, silently screaming at their fate.
In the sky, rolling thunder has already sounded, signaling the arrival of the first spring rain on the grassland.
Ma Chao, who knew nothing about it, was listening to the thunder quietly, looking at the criminal cavalry camp on his side that had disappeared in the distance, and couldn't help but secretly murmured in his heart: "Did you go a little too far this time?"
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