Chapter 203, Han Suijun of the Yumen Desert, King of Yama in the Northwest

I don't know how long it took for the infantrymen to die of exhaustion, and no matter how the officers whipped, they couldn't run fast, and they felt that their legs were as heavy as lead, and they struggled to walk. Just as everyone was panting like cattle and fighting in both strands, they suddenly heard the place where the yellow sand and the firmament met in the rear, and there was a faint rumbling sound, mixed with bursts of people and horses.

The faces of the infantry changed greatly, and their eyes showed great panic, and they shouted one after another: "It's the king of Ma Yan who is here!" "Everyone run! If you don't run, you will die!" "Ma Mengqi chased and killed all the way, and Yuanquan County had already lost ......"

The cavalry in front did not panic, several generals gathered together, muttered something in a low voice, and did not urge everyone to stabilize their positions, but turned against the enemy, but from time to time glanced at the enemy troops who rushed in the distance, and their eyes changed back and forth.

One of the infantrymen had a slight back and a bowed head, making his standing stand out from the infantry around him. A pair of shallow phoenix eyes quietly looked at the cavalry in front of him, and the few whispering officers, and a thoughtful understanding slipped through his eyes.

This man wore a felt hat and gray helmet, his face was black and yellow, his cheeks were thin and fleshless, and his description was strange and ugly, but his eyes were unexpectedly bright and clear.

The general of the cavalry returned to his horse and ordered the infantry commander: "We will lead the cavalry back to the camp of Shen'an, and the generals will come out to meet the enemy! ”

When the order was given, the cavalrymen buckled the reins of their horses and walked away. In the blink of an eye, he had bypassed the sand mountain in front of him and ran away. The infantrymen were frightened, pushing and shoving each other, and rushed forward in scattered formations, trying to catch up with the cavalry, but they had lost their way.

Several newly promoted infantry commanders, however, had a road map, and when they saw the cavalry disappear without a trace, they came back to their senses in amazement -- the team had already been handed over to them! In a fit of anxiety, they hurriedly reorganized the army, and after shouting and drinking, they reorganized the messy soldiers into a formation and ran forward in an orderly manner.

In the team, the black-faced young man frowned, looked down at the new armor on his body, his eyes flashed, and he pursed his lips. But he didn't say anything, gasping for breath, and disappeared into the ranks.

The dust was flying in the rear, and the enemy was rushing at an incredible speed, and the men and horses were neighing, and they were gradually approaching the group of infantry abandoned in the Hetao desert.

An old man pulled the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy beside him and hissed: "Child, don't stop, run......"

The young man muttered yes, but tears rolled in his eyes, straightened up, and continued to stumble forward, his steps were disordered, and from time to time he was stuck in the sand, and he saw that he was physically exhausted.

Gradually, there were more wails in the procession, and from time to time someone fell on the sand, trampled by those behind him, and cried out in pain and pain.

The black-faced young man looked numb, as if he had seen too much, and was unmoved. He clutched his chest, closed his lips and gasped, buried his head in the wind and sand from pouring into his mouth and nose, and ran forward calmly. When he first entered the sweet and cool, he was shocked by this magnificent and beautiful scenery, but now, he no longer has the mind of appreciating the "great show of rivers and mountains" and "the great beauty of the desert".

Everyone panicked, followed the infantry commander, and ran into an abrupt passage, and the sand under their feet gradually increased, and the road for two or three miles became very rugged and difficult to navigate. In less than a moment, the cavalry behind had already caught up, and in the shouting and shouting, the arrows were fired in unison, like clouds and hemp, and in an instant, the arrows puffed into the flesh, blood splashed, and the wails were all over the field.

The black-faced young man's left hand hung unnaturally low, but his right hand danced the spear he was holding, and with his back against the stone mountain, he covered himself and barely resisted this wave of arrows.

After the sharp arrow, the neighing of the horses gradually stopped, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves also settled, and the infantry had already suffered heavy casualties, and there was not much left. The infantry commanders, who had been at the forefront and suffered the least casualties, threw down their weapons first, knelt on the ground, and surrendered in mourning.

The black-faced young man looked blank, and he also knelt down on one knee with everyone.

Xiliang Iron Cavalry is fierce and brave, straightforward and strong, especially warlike, this group of elite horsemen, Puma fat and strong, excellent armor, there are thousands of people, at this moment surrounded this group of infantry prisoners, cheering, bloodstained face showed a fanatical triumph.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of clarity, and the cavalry suddenly silenced, put away their forgetfulness, and were silent.

But when he saw that the procession was separated like a wave, one man jumped out of the middle of it, and was surrounded by the cavalry from both sides.

The man straddled a white horse, dressed in silver armor, draped in white robes, and held a steel spear with a waterfall and snow spots, which shone in the sunlight. The long eyebrows are like a sword, the nose is as straight as a mountain, and there is a natural arrogance on his face, which is extremely handsome.

"It's Ma Mengqi!"

"If it's really him, it's no wonder that Shatou and Yuanquan were conquered by the Ma family's army!"

“…… King Ma Yan kills people like hemp, and now he will die!"

There was a buzzing sound all of a sudden, and Ma Chao's appearance frightened these people.

It must be known that Ma Chao's prestige in the northwest is extremely prosperous, and he is deeply supported by the people of Guanzhong and the Hu people, although he is only in his early twenties, he is already majestic and up-and-coming, and at a young age, he faintly has a long-term presence with the warlord Han Sui of Liangzhou, and has a tendency to keep along.

And this group of captured infantry was under Han Sui's command.

The black-faced young man had his head bowed and his expression was immovable, showing no interest in this handsome young "Jinma Chao", or rather, he was actually not interested in anything, his eyes were dead and silent, and he looked at the sand on the ground heavily.

The young man next to him hugged his grandfather's arm, glanced at the bloodied casualties around him, sobbed in a low voice, and said, "Grandpa, I've heard that this Ma Chao likes to eat people the most." My favorite food is the eyeballs. If you take a look, his black eyes are big and bright, and you can't tell how many good eyeballs you have eaten...... I have these eyes very well, but I'm afraid that I will be eaten by him. ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes tightly, and kept shaking next to his grandfather, as if he was afraid that Ma Chao would look at him, so he gouged out his eyes and ate them.

The black-faced young man listened from the side, and the corners of his stiff mouth couldn't help but twitch. But he hadn't done it in so long that he seemed to have forgotten how to laugh.

This child's words really make people want to laugh, but they are pitiful and sad, revealing a sense of ignorance.

He has been in Liangzhou for a long time, and although he closes his eyes and listens, he also knows a thing or two about the current situation.

To the west of Jiuquan, it is occupied by Qianghu and Han Sui, and the people are ignorant, most of them are uneducated, and at most they know a "Han Tianwang" and "Mayan King". The people here spread Han Sui very well, saying that he was the king of heaven and deserved to be loved by them, but they demonized the Ma family, especially the mighty and warlike Ma Chao...... There is even a folk proverb that says: "It is better to fall into a cool prison than to meet Meng Qi; it is better to drink soup than to be pistoled." This means that it is better to be in prison than to meet Ma Mengqi, and it is better to drink poisoned wine and poison than to be shot by Ma Chao...... I don't know which person came out of these rumors, this kind of negative propaganda may have helped Han Sui win the hearts of the people, but invisibly, I am afraid it has also added a lot of deterrent prestige to Ma Chao.

That's why these ignorant prisoners will tremble and be scared half to death when they see him.

The black-faced young man sighed secretly, and involuntarily raised his head and looked at Na Ma Chao.

At this look, he was caught off guard, only to feel like a heavy punch in his heart.

For a while, I was short of breath, my emotions were surging, and I couldn't help myself.

It seems like...... It really seems to be ......

The two were far apart, and at first glance, under a bright sun, Ma Chao was riding on a white horse, silver armor, white robe, and silver spear...... With a majestic posture and a handsome face, he is really very similar to the person in his heart.

The black-faced young man's hand touched his chest, his expression was inexplicably stiff for a moment, and he reacted only after adjusting his emotions, this person was not Zhao Yun at all, but Xiliang's Jin Ma Chao, he was outstanding, majestic, and arrogant, and that person's alienated and cold temperament was actually completely different.

Ma Chao is like a sharp blade out of the sheath, with its edge exposed, and he does not hide his luxury and fierceness.

And that person...... But it is like a sword in a box, tanned leather sheath, gentle and calm on the surface, but in fact, Leng Feng is all hidden inside.

The black-faced young man's eyes trembled, and he quickly diverted his thoughts, not daring to think further.

He took a closer look at the famous military general of the Three Kingdoms, tsk, Ma Chao's outfit - the gold thread embroidered Feiluan at the collar of the deep placket of the right collar, the lion armor and silver helmet reflected the sun, and a white jade gilt dragon pattern belt was tied around the waist, covered with fine armor, and a lock with coral jewel gold filigree, which was extremely luxurious and extravagant.

is obviously dressed as a military general, but it gives people the feeling that he is a rich and noble son, which is quite a bit stupid and rich.

The young man's grandfather next to him kept patting his grandson's hand and coaxing, but Ma Chao's subordinates had already searched out the location map of Han Sui's camp from several infantry commanders. The corners of Ma Chao's lips curled up, and he hooked a smug smile, and with a wave of his hand, his cavalry was divided into two teams, the front and rear, and the surrendered infantry was in the middle, and they advanced at full speed.

The path became narrower and narrower, with rocky walls on both sides, and the terrain was very different from the rest of the desert. The yellow sand everywhere is mixed with coarse gravel, hills and ravines, and there is almost no place for the mount to land. What Ma Chao led was his most confidant of a thousand elites, these people have always been offered up like uncles, how could they have walked such a difficult road, and the more they walked, the more impatient they became. 166 Reading Network