The soldier with the horn on his back swung his sword and cut off the head of a young man, then took off the horn and blew it twice, telling the nearby Han cavalry squad that everything was going well with them here. The boy was quite strong, but he did not resist, because he was afraid of angering the Han army and killing his younger siblings, which is also the rule on the grassland.

There is no need for Ma Chao to spend too much energy here, as long as all the men who are taller than the wheels are beheaded, the slaves can turn over and become masters. Although Luo Xiang is a Han Chinese, he has been exiled to this grassland since he was seven years old, and his ability has become completely adapted to the life of the grassland, and it will not be long before he can make this leader prosperous. Of course, Luo Xiang himself also understands in his heart that he can get all this without the support of the Han Dynasty, or in other words, a strong motherland supporting him behind his back. Otherwise, he is alone and a Han man, why should he gain a foothold on the grassland?

Moya had already picked a good horse from the camp, turned over and jumped on horseback, pointed to the east, and said, "General, Jianman's camp is there. ”

The cavalry of the Han army got on their horses one after another, and suddenly saw Luo Xiang running over with someone, and shouted loudly: "General, eat something and then leave." ”

When Ma Chao turned his head to look, it was Luo Xiang who led the slaves who had just become masters and those women and children, carrying a lot of roast mutton, and ran over upside down, and the mother and daughter were also among them. These roast mutton were originally their lunch, but now they were used by Luo Xiang as a favor. Ma Chao was not polite to them, grabbed a roast leg of mutton, and rode away while gnawing on it. The soldiers followed his example, grabbing the mutton and eating it as they ran. Although they also brought water and dry food, they now have mutton to eat, and of course they can save a little bit of their own dry food.

Moya was quite familiar with this grassland, and changed the direction of his progress from time to time. His riding skills were also quite exquisite, and although he was not equipped with stirrups, he did not lag behind the Han soldiers in any way. When Ma Chao saw this, he couldn't help but be vigilant.

In the year when he was ordered to retire from the army, Ma Chao read a lot of military books, and Liu Xin instructed him many times, so he understood very well the purpose of Liu Xin's attack on the Xianbei departments, so that he had to do it thoroughly, thoroughly, and thoroughly, so that the Xianbei people would never have a chance to turn over. However, this grassland is too big, and the Xianbei people have died out, will other ethnic groups rise here? This is his question, and it is also the "topic" given to him by Liu Xin. And this Moya in front of him is too active, and he has a certain strength, which is very suspicious.

Along the way, this cavalry squad also encountered many scattered Xianbei tents. Ma Chao did not distinguish between slaves and ordinary herdsmen as he did just now, and even killed all men, women, and children, because he was in a hurry and had to find Jian Man's camp before the other squads. As for the cattle and sheep grazing by these people, they will either be cheaper for others, or they will become ownerless wild sheep on the grassland, but Ma Chao is too lazy to care.

Two hours later, before the sun had set, Ma Chao had already seen from the clairvoyant mirror that a large number of tents had appeared in front of him, with four or five hundred tents. The largest tent in the middle is even larger than an ordinary tent more than six times, and the people who can live in such a tent are definitely very powerful people in the Xianbei tribe, even ordinary tribal leaders can't use tents of this specification.

And during the nomadic season, the size of the camp was already considerable, and there were at least 3,000 people living in it. What particularly caught Ma Chao's attention was that there were knights patrolling back and forth around the camp with bows and arrows and scimitars on their waists, which further showed that the characters in the camp were definitely not simple.

Ma Chao raised his hand to stop the team behind him, and asked in a deep voice: "We are going to attack this camp, and the enemy will be ten or a hundred times that of us, are you afraid?" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Without the slightest hesitation, the soldiers replied loudly, and the sound resounded through the wilderness, and the guards in the camp seemed to hear the movement and looked in this direction. Ma Chao did not deliberately conceal his movements, they were cavalry, and the speed of the impact of the war horse was also part of their combat effectiveness. With so many horses galloping together, it was impossible not to let the enemy find out. And the soldiers' shouts in unison can confuse the enemy's audio-visual and make them unable to distinguish how many Han soldiers have been killed.

When Mo Ya first saw the scale of the camp, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, and he was sweating a lot, and now that he was infected by the Han soldiers, he couldn't hold back his excitement, and said loudly with his chest straight: "I'm not afraid, please give me a pair of bows and arrows!" ”

Ma Chao ignored him, pointed his spear forward, and shouted, "Kill!" ”

A hundred brave knights, two hundred sturdy horses, rushed forward in unison. Although Mo Ya was bare-handed, he was only slightly stunned, and then followed without thinking.

The guards of the camp were already looking this way, so they quickly noticed the movement of the Han army, and rushed forward in a chaotic manner, forming a formation and firing arrows at the Han army, trying to stop the advance of the Han army. Mounted archery was not just for the steppe people, the Han cavalry were also adept at it, and they used bows that shot farther than the Xianbei people. The two sides were separated by more than 300 steps, and the bows and arrows of the Xianbei people could only serve as a deterrent and warning, while the feathered arrows of the Han army had already fallen into their team. Because the distance was too far, the accuracy of the cavalry's bows and arrows was greatly reduced, but there were still many Xianbei people who were caught off guard and fell off their horses.

The speed of the Han army was very fast, and in the blink of an eye they were at the edge of the camp. Ma Chao rushed to the front first, and a hundred elite cavalry immediately turned into a neat conical formation behind him. This is the most common stormtrooper formation, and the most effective, like a sharp knife, easily tearing through the Xianbei people's defenses.

In hand-to-hand combat, bows and arrows no longer play much of a role, and now it's time to compete in strength. The saber of the Han army was extremely sharp, and it was split with the scimitar of the Xianbei people, and the scimitar of the Xianbei people was broken in two in an instant. And Ma Chao's iron gun is even more elusive, stabbing left and right, and those who fall off the horse one after another. After a round of charge, the Han cavalry had already killed from one end of the camp to the other end of the camp, leaving dead bodies everywhere and horses wandering alone under the loss of their owners, and the Han cavalry suffered only seven casualties. Ma Chao shook his spear, made a beautiful turning move, and led the remaining ninety-three cavalry to kill back like a long dragon.

Mo Ya, who was left behind by Ma Chao, didn't know when he touched the edge of the camp, quietly picked up a pair of bows and arrows left by the Xianbei knights, hid behind the tent and nervously looked for the target, and secretly shot one or two arrows when the Xianbei people were unprepared.

This is indeed Jianman's camp, although after Helian died, he was too young to inherit the throne, but he inherited more than 100 wives of Helian. With so many people living together, the camp is naturally small. In order to show respect for Helian, the leader also authorized Jianman's tribe to leave 200 young men as guards. Although these two hundred young men are all warriors in the Jianman tribe, they are completely vulnerable in the face of the strong combat power of the Han cavalry, especially in front of Ma Chao, a fierce man.

When Ma Chao turned over and killed again, the resistance of the Xianbei guards was already much weaker. Ma Chao was still in the lead, the spear was handed out, and he was about to stab a Xianbei cavalryman who rushed over from his horse, when he suddenly saw that the cavalryman planted himself and stuck a feathered arrow in the back of his neck. Ma Chao looked up, but saw that Moya's figure flashed, and he had already hidden behind a tent.

The men on the grassland have a rough temperament, and in addition to riding and shooting, they prefer to kill face-to-face with real knives and guns when they are close to each other, and it is very rare to cast cold arrows like Mo Ya. Ma Chao is a native of Xiliang, and his habits are somewhat similar to those of the grassland man, and he can't help but feel a little more disgusted with Mo Ya.

After the second round of the Han cavalry charged, there were only three Xianbei guards left in the camp who were still on horseback. The scimitars of the three Xianbei guards were still dripping blood, and it was clear that the Han cavalry had been wounded under their swords. And the Han cavalry around Ma Chao is indeed only eighty-seven, and among the six people who have been lost recently, at least three have died in their hands.

The Han cavalry standing behind Ma Chao brandished their sabers and were eager to try. As long as they have another round of charge, these Xianbei men will never be able to stand up again.

Ma Chao waved his hand and instructed the interpreter behind him: "Tell them that I will give them a chance to fight a fair duel." ”

The so-called interpreter is actually a soldier of the Sixth Legion. After more than a year on the grassland, many soldiers learned the languages of the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Wuhuan and other ethnic groups, which is also one of their daily training courses. In the cavalry team of 100 people led by Ma Chao, there were 23 people who could speak Xianbei language.

A cavalryman stepped forward and translated Ma Chao's words to the three Xianbei guards. The three guards were unexpectedly yelling.

Ma Chao was able to understand Qiang and Xiongnu, but he could only understand a few words in Xianbei, but looking at the expressions of the three guards, they were obviously very dissatisfied with their proposal, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "What are they talking about?" ”

The cavalryman replied, "Back to the general, their generals are invincible, and if they duel with the general, they will definitely lose, which is not fair." ”

Just now, Ma Chao's gun flew up and down, and nearly half of the two hundred Xianbei guards died under his gun, and these three Xianbei guards had long regarded him as a god, where would they dare to duel with him.

Ma Chao laughed and said, "Who said I was going to have a duel with them!" ”

When the three Xianbei guards heard that Ma Chao would let others duel with them, their faces became solemn, and they saluted Ma Chao together: "Thank you for the success of the general, no matter whether you win or lose this duel, you will never be the enemy of the general again!" Ask the general to appoint an opponent! ”

The Han cavalry behind Ma Chao all looked very excited, and they all asked for orders: "General, let me go!" ”

Ma Chao turned his head and looked around, pointed at the iron gun, and shouted in a deep voice: "You go!" ”