Everyone looked in the direction of Ma Chao's gun, and saw Mo Ya holding a bow and arrow, sneakily hiding behind a tent, trying to target the three Xianbei guards.

Mo Ya heard what he said just now. He had already seen the powerful force of the Han cavalry, and naturally he was convinced of the fate of the three Xianbei guards in the duel, so he didn't cast the cold arrow, but he didn't expect Ma Chao to point at him.

Mo Ya looked slightly stunned, slowly walked out from behind the tent, and asked, "General, are you asking me to duel with those Xianbei people?" ”

Ma Chao nodded and said, "Not bad!" Haven't you always wanted to avenge your people? Haven't you always wanted to rebuild your tribe? Now the opportunity is in front of you, it's up to you to grasp it. As long as you defeat those three Xianbei people, all the cattle and sheep, goods, women and children in this camp will be yours, and you will be their new leader! ”

Moya hesitated. As the son of the tribal leader, he has learned to ride a bow and horse since he was a child, and his martial arts are naturally good. However, after being a prisoner for such a long time, he didn't even have a chance to touch the weapon, and his martial arts were already a lot more rusty, and he aimed at the arrow just now for a long time before shooting it, just because he didn't have confidence in himself.

However, Ma Chao's conditions are too generous, there are many women from the former Xianbei Great Khan in this camp, just thinking about it makes Mo Ya's blood boil, and now, as long as he kills the three Xianbei people in front of him, these women will all be his. And there are countless possessions in the camp, and with the support of these possessions, he can realize his ambition of restoring his tribe and carrying it forward.

The danger was obvious, but the temptation was too great, and lust finally prevailed over reason. Mo Ya gritted his teeth, took a few more steps forward, and picked up a saber on the ground, which was a weapon left behind by the death of a Han cavalry. Mo Ya saw clearly from behind just now that the sabers of the Han cavalry were much more powerful than the scimitars they were used to, and if he was lucky enough, he could even cut off his opponent's scimitars, and in the face of an enemy with his bare hands, it would turn into a one-sided slaughter.

Being able to endure humiliation and be a prisoner with peace of mind shows that Moya is a very scheming person. He picked up the saber and picked an ownerless war horse, but he didn't immediately challenge the three Xianbei guards, but asked Ma Chao with his hand, "May I ask the general, are the three of them going up together, or are they coming one by one?" ”

Mo Ya was very cunning, he was asking Ma Chao on the surface, but he said it in Xianbei words. The people of the steppe revere the warriors, and if three fight one, it may not be anything when the two armies face each other, but in a duel, even if they win, it is not a glorious thing.

Sure enough, before Ma Chao could figure out what he was asking, the three Xianbei guards over there had already shouted in unison: "Of course they come one by one!" ”

Mo Ya's plan succeeded, and he couldn't help but be secretly proud, and pointed his saber at the Xianbei guard on the far left, and said, "You come first!" ”

The three Xianbei guards were all tall and tall, but the right arm of the leftmost guard had obviously been wounded in the battle, and the blood stained his entire arm, and the scimitar had been handed over to his left hand. For most people, the left-handed knife is not too flexible, and Moya's intention is to take the lead first.

The wounded Xianbei guard did not hesitate, pulled the reins, and rushed over. Mo Ya also shouted angrily and waved forward. The moment the two horses intersected, Moya suddenly bowed his head, and the saber was raised above his head, resting on the scimitar of the Xianbei guard. With a "choking" sound, the scimitar broke in two. Without hesitation, Moya stabbed the Xianbei guard in the chest.

From this trick, it can be seen that Mo Ya is thoughtful. The reason why he chose to target his opponent's chest instead of his head was because he had just lowered his head, and it would take more effort to reach his opponent's head. And he changed the slash to a stab, also considering that although this knife cut off the opponent's scimitar, it also consumed most of the strength, and if he still used the slash, it was no longer enough to cause fatal damage to the opponent. Without the guidance of a famous teacher, Mo Ya was able to make such a wise decision in an instant, if he could meet a good master, his martial arts would definitely improve by leaps and bounds, but he no longer had such a chance.

Mo Ya made a lot of calculations, but he didn't count that his opponent had already saved the heart of death, and in the face of his stabbing knife, the Xianbei guard didn't dodge at all, but continued to meet him. With a "poof", the saber stabbed into the chest of the Xianbei guard, and almost at the same time, Moya also felt a chill in his neck. The guard did his best before he died, and with the half-cut scimitar in his hand, he beheaded Moya. Moya's dream completely vanished with this knife. In fact, Mo Ya's fate was already doomed from the beginning, a guy full of ambition, even if Ma Chao was willing to let him go, Liu Xin would not be able to let him go.

Ma Chao is a man who respects heroes, and such a heroic opponent deserves anyone's respect. But Liu Xin gave a death order for this battle, and all the Xianbei adult men must be killed, and he had no reason to let go of the two Xianbei guards in front of him. Ma Chao waved his hand and whispered to the two soldiers beside him, "Come on." ”

These two Han cavalrymen are Ma Chao's personal soldiers, and their martial arts have been instructed by Ma Chao, which is naturally unusual. The two cavalrymen received Ma Chao's order, and as soon as their legs clamped the horse's belly, the two horses rushed out like arrows off the string. The two Xianbei guards were also unambiguous, and greeted them with strange screams. The four horseback riding is just a face, and the winner is already decided.

The bodies of the two Xianbei guards shook twice on their horses, and they fell to the ground together. The sabers of the Han cavalry had already cut their throats just now, but the two Han cavalrymen also respected their bravery and did not exert all their strength, leaving them with a whole corpse.

The battle is over, and according to the rules of the steppe, the remaining women and children in the camp will not resist. Although there were only eighty-seven cavalry left, the Han cavalry still gathered the women and children in the camp very smoothly.

There were more people in the camp than Ma Chao expected, except for Jian Man and the women he inherited from his father, the wives and children of the guards and the wives and children of many nobles of the tribe also stayed in the camp. These people do not need to go to the grasslands to herd sheep, and the goods they need are provided by other herders in the tribe. So these people basically stayed in the camp, and there were as many as 5,000 people.

The bravery of the Han cavalry was clearly seen by everyone. The two hundred guards in the camp were already the top warriors in their tribe, but in the face of a hundred Han cavalry, the whole army was wiped out, and the casualties of the Han army were only negligible thirteen. In the face of such a powerful opponent, these Xianbei people, who are mainly women, children and the elderly, naturally have no chance of winning. But there were more than 5,000 of them, and if they escaped separately, no matter what happened, they would not be wiped out by the Han army.

But they did not do so, and fifteen hundred of them were slaves. Many of the families in this camp were nobles, and each family owned a considerable number of slaves. According to the rules of the steppe, even if there is a war between tribes, whether they win or lose, the identity of these slaves will not change, the only thing that can change is to change the master, so they will not run away, and there is no need to run away.

Most of the rest of the nobles' families are old and weak, women and children, and when they leave the camp, they will directly face the harsh environment, especially the cunning wolves on the grassland, so they would rather die in battle than flee unless they have to.

There is an even more important reason that Jian Man is in the camp. He is the son of Helian Khan, and he must maintain a certain dignity and not be like a lost dog. Jian Man couldn't leave, and the others had to stay with him, so they became prisoners together.

Ma Chao faced so many captives, and the first thing he did was to execute adult men according to the rules of the grassland. Whether or not an adult man is not divided according to age, but according to height, and anyone who is taller than a wheel is considered an adult man. Some boys are only eight or nine years old, and because they grow tall, they suffer.

The Xianbei men and the half-grown children selected by this criterion were escorted outside the camp and stood in a row. The Han cavalry urged their horses to gallop behind them, and the sabers in their hands swung over, and the heads rolled into the dust, and the blood stained all the pastures red. The smell of blood attracted many vultures, which flew in from all directions, hovering overhead, waiting to enjoy the feast.

Among those who were killed were not only the men of the Jianman tribe, but also the vast majority of slaves. Ma Chao did not let these slaves turn over as masters as he did at noon, not because there were no Han Chinese among these slaves, but because there were too many slaves in this camp, and once they were made masters, this new tribe would soon become a decisive force on the grassland, which was contrary to their original intention.

After this round of bloody slaughter, only 2,000 of the 5,000 captives remained, all young women and children.

Ma Chao rode his horse slowly past them and said in a deep voice, "Who is Jian Man?" ”

Many of these Xianbei nobles could understand Chinese, but none answered Ma Chao because they didn't want to betray the hopes of the tribe. It's just that many people still subconsciously look at a little boy, and none of them can escape Ma Chao's eyes.

Ma Chao's legs were lightly clamped, and the snow-stepping oolong horse, which was quite human, slowly walked towards the boy. Suddenly, a Xianbei girl rushed out of the crowd and stopped in front of Ma Chao.