The dismounted horse limped and walked slowly.
The wound above his right eye was in severe pain, and his head was dizzy, making it almost impossible for Ma Chao to sit firmly on his horse.
When he lowered his head, he saw that the breastplate was covered with blood, showing solid purple and flowing bright red.
The sharp arrow in his left chest pierced the armor and injured his lungs, causing blood foam to flow out of Ma Chao's mouth and wounds every time he breathed.
Looking back at the soldiers behind him, there were only a few hundred of the more than 4,000 troops left.
Looking at the haggard faces, they were all as tired and on the verge of death as Ma Chao.
The Brocade of Xiliang is no longer as dazzling and proud as when it first entered the grassland.
The splendid shirt was already discarded at this time.
Perhaps, during the melee that night, he was dragged away by the rebels.
Or maybe, while I was fighting hard, it had already drifted away in the wind.
And these Xiliang cavalry are no longer as cold and enthusiastic as they were when they followed Ma Chao.
However, they still looked at Ma Chao with unrepentant respect.
That night, I don't know if it was several tribes or dozens of Qiang tribes that besieged Ma Chao at the same time.
Even so, Ma Chao still led them to charge forward.
However, he was outnumbered and was eventually surrounded by more than 50,000 Qiang people.
If the two tribes of Baima Qiang and Qingyi Qiang hadn't appeared in the end and secretly released the water, Ma Chao would have been buried in the vast darkness.
However, it was not until that time that Ma Chao truly understood the power of Tie Qiang Ling.
In the past, Ma Chao and Yan Xing were just playing a game of cat and mouse on this grassland.
It was not yet clear who was the cat and who was the mouse.
Because even though Yan Xing has a large number of people, he has a huge advantage.
But Ma Chao's Xiliang cavalry were all cavalry equipped with stirrups, and they were mounted by one person and two people.
In terms of leg strength and endurance, they are much stronger than the Yan Xing tribe who only rely on their waist, abdomen and legs to control their horses.
But later, after Yan Xing used the Iron Qiang Order and ordered all Qiang people to kill Ma Chao, Ma Chao became a street rat, everyone shouted and beat him, and he could hardly find a place to hide.
Until now, Ma Chao and his Xiliang cavalry have been working hard for three days and three nights, and those hateful Qiang people are still like wild dogs that have seen bones, biting tightly behind Ma Chao, and from time to time they have to guard against other Qiang tribes.
Surround and kill from the side Fortunately, in the past few days, Ma Chao also learned from other Qiang tribes that the Chang'an reinforcements and his father's troops had appeared on the grassland, and if God would give him some face, Brother Chou and Jia Xu could successfully find their way to stay.
If he lowers the sign, then he may escape and ascend to heaven.
Unfortunately, God did not follow his wishes.
At this moment, Ma Chao heard the ground trembling slightly, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves came from far and near.
He looked up at the source of the sound: a cloud of dust approached and expanded rapidly from the distant horizon, and the sun A little light reflected from below.
They were the Xiliang armored elite cavalry and the Qiang troops commanded by the enemy general Yan Xing.
The enemy is advancing rapidly in this direction Ma Chao couldn't help but smile bitterly: He has been struggling to survive on the grassland.
Even today, can't he still be defeated by Yan Xing?
In an instant, the enemy's cavalry came overwhelmingly.
The ears could no longer hear anything, and the shouts of death rolled in the eardrums, drowning everything.
Facing death, Ma Chao suddenly felt a cruel sense of relaxation in his heart: everything about being shrouded in the halo of the Lord, awakening to the power of the world, lying drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman, changing the outcome of troubled times, and the magnificent voice of a powerful man seemed to be far away from him.
Everything is just a delusion.
I, an ordinary technician, thought that I could change the unchanging wheel of history by inheriting Xiliang Jin Ma Chao's body and force.
Consciousness gradually blurs, fear and pain slowly leave.
Is this the embrace of death?
Opening his eyes hard, Ma Chao suddenly realized that the colors of the sky and the earth at this moment were so beautiful: so beautiful that only the wonder of death remained.
The yellow sky and the green earth, as the final burial place, isn’t it also a destination?
Ma Chao smiled.
His last thought was to see Yan Xing's face and expression when he faced him.
Pang De, who was beside him, was a little confused at this time, but he still twitched the reins slightly and blocked Ma Chao.
"Young Master, Pang De fought with you on the grassland.
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He deserves to die."
Pang De smiled bitterly, but his expression was so peaceful and tenacious.
"Ling Ming, we will not die.
Although I can already feel the breath of death, but you have to believe me, we will never die."
Ma Chao also twitched the reins, and the extremely tired horse still obeyed his master.
Following the command, he raised his hoof and walked in front of Pound's horse.
"Letter from my subordinates."
Pang De looked at Ma Chao steadily and smiled after saying these two words.
"We believe it too."
Behind them, a dozen people couldn't help but say these two words after hearing the conversation between Ma Chao and Pang De.
"We believe" In the end, although the hundreds of Xiliang cavalry did not know the conversation between Ma Chao and Pang De, they chose to believe in the young master's promise without hesitation.
"Okay, if that's the case, let's see who are the bastards who want to kill us."
Ma Chao suddenly raised his head and grinned.
There was a trace of ferocity and ferocity on his formerly handsome face.
Jue Ran: "Even if we die, we will die in the charge.
The Xiliang cavalry will face the enemy with guns."
"Nuo" hundreds of decisive voices resounded loudly, and the final roar, composed of hoarseness and violence, shook the world and moved the heaven and the earth.
Looking back at the soldiers who were supporting their bodies with just one breath, I felt extremely sad, moved and angry.
Suddenly, I felt that everything around me had lost its color, leaving only the yellow sky and the green earth, which were sad and sad.
And dazzling.
Facing these generals and soldiers who showed their reliance on him and showed no regrets in their eyes, Ma Chao tried his best to smile at them, but his expression was uglier than crying.
Turning back and covering his face with his hands, Ma Chao didn't want to cry, but the painful tears couldn't stop pouring out: after the tossing and turning in the past few days, the constant fighting that night, he and these soldiers tried their best to fight with each other.
The enemy fights wits and courage, for what end?
Is this the end?
No Not willing to give in This is the destined ending of the Brocade of Xiliang.
This is the last memory of these soldiers.
Okay, that being the case; okay, that's it; okay, do you need to think about it anymore?
Yan Xing, come on I want to see how you kill us Suddenly, Ma Chao felt that all his limbs and bones were filled with a heroic spirit that looked back upon death.
Bracing himself and holding the big gun in his hand, Ma Chao wanted to finally say a few words of gratitude to these warriors who were willing to die with him, but his chest was full.
When he moved his lips, nothing happened.
I couldn't speak any words.
Enemies are coming here like a tide, but the memories since time travel flash before his eyes one by one.
These memories are treasures that Ma Chao treasures in his mind and can never forget.
Although it is short-lived, it is also clear: when people are dying, they will always look back on their lives involuntarily, because if they don't look back at this time, they may never have the chance again.
Ma Chao, the most heroic figure in history, finally died of depression.
But this Ma Chao felt that he was much luckier than the Ma Chao in history, having lived through troubled times like this, and his life had been lived in vain.
The enemy was getting closer and closer, and the heroic fighting spirit that had been brewing for a long time finally turned into a roar from the depths of his soul.
Ma Chao used his last strength and urged his horse to face the overwhelming torrent of cavalry.
There was no need to look back, Ma Chao knew that Pang De and the Xiliang cavalry were following closely behind him
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