Time is passing minute by minute, although in front of those iron horses, Ma Chao has a calm and calm face, but in fact, he is so nervous in his heart that he can't do it, "Faced with a life and death decision, no one can be indifferent." Ma Chao is not a god or a demon, he is just a little person who has no intention of crossing into this world and belongs to him, and wants to live a more relaxed life in the troubled times.

However, troubled times will not easily give him the results he wants. Therefore, he can only rely on his own cleverness and tenacity to seek from the troubled times.

Finally, it's time to come.

When you can already see that there are indeed only some sparse lights left in Huangyangqiang, a boulder in Ma Chao's heart finally landed, and he made the right bet again! Huang Yangqiang accepted the order of Yan Xing of the Tieqiang Alliance, and all the strong warriors in the tribe went to the battlefield with the leader, and only some old people, women, and children remained in the tribe.

"Whew!"

In the sharp sound of breaking through the air, the cold killing machine had already struck in an instant, and the old people and children in the Huangyangqiang tribe didn't know what was going on, and they saw a cavalry galloping like the wind.

The unified Han Dynasty armor, the red tassels, and the indifferent and ruthless killing intent instantly made the entire tribe panic.

"Kill~~"

Ma Chao took the lead and took the lead in rushing over. And when he saw that the tribe was really full of old people and children, he had to ruthlessly kill them with the big guns in his hands.

Without him, there is no mercy in troubled times!

Today you have mercy on your enemies, but tomorrow's sword will not have mercy on your life!

Therefore, Ma Chao would rather let the killing intent in his body render himself as a ghost at this time to erase the trace of pity in his feelings!

"Kill~~"

"Kill~~"

After Pang De heard the shouting and killing, he led these two thousand Xiliang Iron Cavalry to suddenly appear like ghosts, and the tide covered the tribe's camp. Obviously, Pound, who has lived in the torture camp for several years, is much more indifferent and cruel than Ma Chao in terms of emotion.

"Han Army! It's the devil of Xiliang Zhijin! Some of the old people in the Huangyangqiang tribe were terrified, and after recognizing Ma Chao's iconic outfit, they hurriedly shouted around: "Run, run!" The brocade of Xiliang is here! ”

Due to Ma Chao's deliberate name several times, the brocade of Xiliang has been deeply embedded in the hearts of every Qiang person at this time. Among those tribes who are friendly to the Ma family, Xiliang Zhijin is the invincible Tianwei God General; And among those tribes who are enemies of the Ma family, Xiliang Zhijin is a butcher, a devil, and the most feared nightmare in his heart!

The women and children, who had already been frightened, gave up their will to resist and fled in all directions, while some of the Qiang, who had not yet figured out what was going on, were frightened by the panicked horses. After they saw the Xiliang Iron Cavalry that was coming over like a tide, they didn't know how many Han horses there were in the panic, so they quickly turned around and fled.

The battle was not glorious at all, at least, Ma Chao thought so.

"Kill!"

Pang De roared, and slashed over a slow-running Yellow Sheep Qiang herdsman, feeling indescribably happy in his heart, these days he was chased around by the Qiang herdsmen like a dog, and now he was ambushed and beaten by himself! It can be said that the world is impermanent and unpredictable.

The hatred accumulated in his heart was released at once, which made Pound have some tendencies to riot.

Yang Tian laughed three times, and Pang De was about to chase after the knife again, but was pulled by Ma Chao.

"Okay, don't chase it, immediately gather the soldiers, make some necessary supplements, and then move in immediately."

"Why?" Pound was stunned.

"If you don't leave at this time, you will die and have no place to be buried!" Ma Chao shouted loudly, which immediately made Pang De sober up a little.

The red light in Pound's eyes gradually disappeared, and he finally realized the situation of his own army, and waved his hand and immediately ordered his subordinates to immediately replenish their supplies on the spot. And the eyes that looked at Ma Chao gradually changed from fear to respect.

Sure enough, just after Ma Chao's cavalry camp left for only a stick of incense, the leader of Huangyangqiang led more than 10,000 cavalry warriors to arrive. But what was left for them was the burnt tents and the scattered livestock, and, more importantly, the corpses of the old men and women of the tribe, and the children who were suffering beside them......

"The brocade of the West Cool! I'm going to tear you to pieces!" The leader of the Yellow Sheep Qiang, Duotamu, had fire in his eyes, threw the scimitar in his hand to the ground, and roared through gritted teeth.

"Chief, in your tent, there is a letter...... It was left to you by that Ma Chao. The warriors under his command endured the grief and anger in their hearts, and inspected the tribal camp, and in the chief's golden horde, they found this letter that made the leader of the Yellow Sheep Qiang thunderous and helpless:

'Borrow the young son of your tribe and travel to the grassland together, and hope that the leader will not blame ......'

Duotamu is over forty years old this year, and in the Han Dynasty, at such an age, he could already call himself an 'old man'. In the battle with the Han army, his descendants were shot by the loss of the Han army, and although his life was saved, his fertility was greatly affected. It was only a few years ago that he had his first, if possibly, only son.

Duotamu had a child in his later years, and the baby was terrible, holding it in his hand for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting. But now, his three-year-old son has fallen into the hands of Ma Chao......

"The brocade of the West Cool! Is it really a nightmare for our Qiang people?! The tiger widened in anger, but tears flowed uncontrollably.

Men don't flick when they have tears, especially the iron-blooded men on the grassland. However, apart from this expression of aggrieved emotion, Duotamu no longer has any way to express his feelings of hatred and fear for Ma Chao.

"Are you sure this is Dotamu's only child?" While galloping, Ma Chao was shocked after listening to Pound's report.

"Yes, young master. At that time, many women and elderly people were desperately trying to protect the child, and the subordinates felt that something was wrong, so they hijacked him. Now from his biological mother, his identity has been learned. Pound replied as he tried to keep his balance in place. Because, in his arms, there was a three-year-old boy who slept soundly.

Ma Chao once again solemnly glanced at the child in Pang De's arms, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently pulled out a cunning and strange arc: This child, if used well, can almost be worth tens of thousands of yellow sheep and Qiangerlang. And if you play your tricks more skillfully, so that Huang Yangqiang will betray the Tieqiang Alliance from now on, it may not be impossible......

And Pound saw that the young master of his own face once again showed this sinister look. Where don't you know that Ma Chao has hit this kid again?

Glancing at the child in his arms again, Pound began to mourn for the fate of the poor child for the first time. At the same time, I silently made an evaluation of the young master who had no courtesy, righteousness and shame at all:

Beast!