Under the white mountain, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low.

It was the early spring of March, and the herds of cattle and sheep on the grasslands had already survived the difficult winter, and their bodies were gradually regaining weight. On both sides of the quiet river, there is curling smoke rising, followed by the blue sky, and the sky is peaceful.

The best men of the clan went on the march, and only the old men and children were left in the camp.

A blind old man sat quietly in front of his felt bag, stroking the horse-head violin and singing a desolate tune. Two seven or eight-year-old Qiang children were lying on the soft grass, listening attentively. Not far away, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was trying to tame a wild horse, falling off the horse's back again and again, but getting up again and again, his immature face was full of stubbornness~~

Farther away, in the sheepfold, several young women milked their goats, and their greased faces bloomed as they watched the pure white goat's milk rush into the clay pots.

Qingyue's chanting rose from the grassland, and several fresh and beautiful Qiang girls wearing riding clothes drove the sheep back from afar, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on their slender and delicate bodies, showing their graceful posture~~

"Woo woo woo~~"

The low and distant horn suddenly sounded without warning, and with the sound of the horn, the endless killing machine was spreading endlessly on the grassland, and the girls' faces changed instantly, and they looked south with their hands on the canopy, only to see the end of the prairie in the distance, and a faint black line suddenly appeared on the vast horizon.

"Quick, hide!" The blind old man's heart was not blind, and the battle when he was young made him hear that this was the clarion call for the Han army to march. Hurriedly picking up the two seven or eight-year-old children, Zongma tried to escape from this place.

But everything you have is here, where else can you go?

'Damn the dog, how did you suddenly attack here?' Didn't our sons go and rob them? The old man couldn't figure out why these Han people, who should have been robbed, suddenly came here!

Looking at the two children next to him who didn't know what they were afraid of, the old man suddenly had no desire to escape: yes, to live all his life, either to rob others or to be robbed, such a day, even if he survives, what's the point?

In the blink of an eye, the old man saw that the young women and girls had already picked up their scimitars, and the remaining fifteen-year-old children had jumped on their horses, and the old man suddenly felt that perhaps, his death here this time could be regarded as a kind of destiny.

The faint black line in the distance gradually became clear, and the old man was very horrified to see that the black line gradually thickened and thickened, and finally spread over the entire hillside like a black ant colony. The horsemen on those horses were quite steady, no worse than the young men of their own tribe, and even, judging by their ease, they were more superb than the young men of their own tribe.

Gradually, the old man saw clearly that the surging cavalry was indeed the army of the Han army. They swept like a tide, a vigorous banner hunting and hunting, embroidered majestically under a "Han" flag. One black and one white generals dressed quickly, and behind them, the iron armor of Sensen converged into a sea of steel, flashing with a terrifying coldness, and the spears pierced the sky, as well as the cherry red tassel on the helmet of the Han soldiers, which was as beautiful as blood under the light of the remnant 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: the invincible army, driving the Huns to the north of the desert and punishing the barbarians in the wilderness. Has the Zheng Zheng Han Army, which once grandly declared to the whole world that "those who commit crimes against me will be punished even if they are far away", has it returned?

The years are green, and time passes. Personnel are stacked, but the military spirit still exists.

Could it be that the Han Empire will not die for a day, and the invincible Han army will still exist for a day?!

No!

The Han Empire has been in turmoil, and countless adults are desperately fighting for territory like the Qiang tribes, and I heard that Dong Xiangguo, the most fierce and brutal among them, also kidnapped the emperor of the Han Dynasty. In such a stormy empire, it is impossible for an invincible iron army to appear again!

But how to explain the current force? Especially the young general in the brocade robe in front of the army, his brocade and white color, reflecting the remnant sun in the sky, seemed to blind the old man's only remaining eye!

It's over, it's really over this time......

It was definitely the elite of the Han army, and there were more than 10,000 people! Such a lineup and killing intent were simply impossible for the hundreds of women, children and children left in the clan to resist.

Sure enough, the old man looked back and saw that the eyes of those women and children had already shown a look of horror, in their careers, they may have seen the slaughter and competition between tribes, they may have been bullied by the villains who conquered their tribes, and they had even seen their husbands and relatives killed, but there is no doubt that they have never seen such a shocking Han cavalry!

In an instant, the cavalry of the Han army had already swarmed in, and the scimitar in the old man's hand had been clenched, and he knew that he might die under the rain of arrows of the Han army at once. However, even if he died, he was lying on this lush grassland!

But, huh?

How can there still be warriors of the Qiang tribe?

The old man looked at it fixedly, and saw that in front of the elite of the Han family, there were actually knights dressed as Qiang. And the Qiang warrior seems to have some advice with the brocade-robed general......

Damn it!

These guys actually led the enemies of the Qiang tribe to kill on the grassland!

Lao Tzu's eyes skyrocketed, and he swore that as long as he did not die under the rain of arrows, he would kill those traitors of the Qiang tribe with his own hands!

"Brother Rivubuji, you are really here!" Strangely, after reaching a sufficient distance, the Han army did not stop to shoot. And from their camp, there was a familiar shout.

"Brother Hun Tu, why are you here?" The old man finally saw a familiar face in the Han army, and at the same time put down the scimitar in his hand, because he knew that Hun Tu would never betray the entire Qiang tribe.

"Well, I'm here to lead the way." After Hun Tu said this, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "No, I brought the major general of the Ma family to pacify the Broken Qiang tribe. ”

"Poked?!" The old man shouted angrily, but then he asked, "But why did you bring the Han army to our tribe?" ”

"Because, I know, Poqiang is also your enemy, and the enemy of your enemy is your friend, isn't it, old man?" Before Hun Tu could explain, the brocade-clothed young man opened his mouth.

"The enemy of the enemy is the friend...... "The old man silently read this sentence several times, and finally smiled: "You doll, it makes sense to speak." ”

"My Han Zhaowu general Ma Chao, because Poqiang has twice invaded my Han Fufeng County, I have come to conquest." Ma Chao said his name and purpose, and quietly looked at Riwubuji with a hint of expectation.

"Ma Chao, that Ma Chao from Xiliang Zhijin? What is your relationship with Marten? After hearing Ma Chao's name, Ri Wubuji suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

And Ma Chao's face was depressed, and he replied weakly: "It's my father." ”

"Oh, that's a good ......."

"Good man!" Ma Chao was already a little resigned to his fate, and said these three words for Riwu Buji.

And beside him, Pang De, Ugly Brother, Jia Xu and others couldn't help but laugh. There is no other reason, everything stems from Ma Chao's borrowing from Ma Teng, and it was doomed at that time.