After everyone around him had walked away, the black-clothed county lord stepped forward, came to the herd of horses, and from a group of horses tethered to a tree, pulled out a horse with a black mane, and there was no saddle on the horse's back, she just pulled the reins and silently pulled the black horse out of the herd.

Several guards patrolling the camp saw the county lord pulling his horse, thinking that the county lord was going to ride a horse, so they hurriedly greeted him, some went to get the saddle, and some went to lead their horses to accompany the county lord. Seeing the movements of several people, the black-clothed county raised his left hand and made a stopping motion.

"I want to go on a yo-yo by myself, you don't have to accompany me, just wait where you are."

After saying that, without waiting for the saddle man to return, he flew on the bare back of the horse, clamped his legs on the belly of the horse, and with a great deal of strength in his hands, the reins of the horse were drawn closer, and the black steed raised its head without saying a word, and walked out of the woods with its feet up and clattering.

The horse did not run fast, it was a well-trained war horse, and at this time it walked briskly through the woods according to the instructions of its master, but it did not run.

In a short time a man and a horse came out of the woods and came to a small stream.

This small stream just passes through the middle of the forest, dividing the forest into two forests, east and west, at this time, the flowing stream is not very turbulent, and the height of the water is only to the calf of a normal adult, although it is summer now, but it has not yet reached the rainy season, so there are many pebbles on both sides of the stream, and when the rainy season comes, the rain that flows down from the mountain after the rain is heavy, will make the small stream wider, and the water flow is more turbulent, and at that time, the pebble tidal flats will be flooded by the stream.

When the horse came to the cobblestone ground, the black-clothed county lord stopped the horse, she turned over and dismounted lightly, pulled the horse's reins with one hand, stood on the left front side of the horse, pulled the reins and led the horse to the stream, patted the horse's nose, the majestic black horse, under the caress of the master, did not have the irritable temper of the past, and became a docile and lovely foal, the black-clothed county lord said to his foal lovingly: "Go"

Then he flung the reins of the horse, and the horse was very obedient and obedient, shook his ears, and walked slowly to the side of the stream, first bowed his head and drank some water, and then stepped into the water two steps, and after adapting to the flow and temperature of the water, he took a few steps into the stream, soaked the four horses' hooves in the stream, enjoyed the cool water, shook the horse's tail happily, shook his back mane, and let out a puff and sigh in his mouth.

The black-clothed county lord looked at his horse, shaking his head and tail happily in the water, and with a light smile on his face, she was the most real at this moment.

She, Taratoya, is the light of the steppe.

And she went all the way to Youzhou from the grassland at great risk, in order to take Ma Xiaotian away. Thinking of Ma Xiaotian, a layer of sadness appeared on Taratoya's originally smiling face.

Several sneak attacks on Ma Xiaotian had failed, and according to the previous plan and time, she and her dead soldiers should have retreated to the grassland. But she stubbornly stayed, in this dense forest, constantly changing camps to temporarily recuperate, ready to launch another sneak attack on Ma Xiaotian.

Taratoya stood quietly on the pebble mudflats on the shore, gazing at the flowing stream in a daze.

The tranquility at this time allowed her to have a chance to breathe, and in this rare quiet time, she once again recalled the scene when she first met Ma Xiaotian.

That's on the battlefield.

Taratoya, who was on the battlefield for the first time as a tribal warrior, looked so abrupt and isolated in a fiery robe in a group of red-eyed men. The first time she saw the men kill the red eyes, she was terrified, and her heart was full of fear that made it impossible for Taratoya to control her horse, but she was already trapped in this war and had no way out, and her horse was also frightened on the battlefield, and kept roaring, raising its front legs, trying to trample on the soldiers with weapons that made it panic at its feet.

Lack of actual combat experience, on horseback, not only to comfort her frightened horses, but also to guard against cold arrows flying from time to time, she does not remember how she insisted on surviving on the battlefield to the end, only remembers that at that time, all her defenses are the instinctive reflex of survival.

And just when she felt that she was about to be thrown off the horse's back, a burly black shadow appeared in front of her horse on horseback, and the man on the horse grabbed her reins, controlled her horse, and then calmly pulled the reins of her horse, dodged the cold arrows and cold guns beside her, and dodged left and right to leave Talatoa's Mato from the battlefield.

She just stunned and let the man pull her horse and dodge and rush out of the battlefield, not noticing that the man leading her was a general in the uniform of the enemy army.

Until she was pulled away from the battlefield and reached safety, Taratoya had not come back to her senses, she only cared about looking back at the noisy place behind her, and on the back of the horse beside her, a man spoke in standard Chinese in a cold tone: "War is a man's business, and women are still far away." This time for the sake of being a woman, I won't kill you, and don't let me see you on the battlefield next time. ”

Taratoya came back to her senses and looked at the man riding a horse beside her, she only saw his carved angular face, his face was the same as the tone of his voice, the cold cloth carried a little emotion, Taratoya realized that the other party was his enemy, and just about to open his mouth to express his position, the man turned around on his mount, quickly disappeared in front of her, galloped in the direction of the battlefield, and soon rushed into the battlefield of fighting, riding on a horse, waving the long sword in his hand, Mercilessly slew the soldiers of the Talatonia tribe.

Taratoya looked at his back from a distance, and saw that he was wearing the armor of a general, from which it was deduced that his status was not low, and he should be a general of the enemy. Taratoya should have felt angry and sad to see him slay the soldiers of his own tribe, but at that time, when she saw the man on horseback, she did not have a trace of hatred in her heart, but was attracted by his heroic appearance on horseback.

In that war, the defeat of Talataya's tribe and the withdrawal of troops, she finally inquired from the mouths of other tribal generals that the Han general who pulled herself out of the battlefield was Ma Xiaotian.

Since that day, Ma Xiaotian's heroic posture has been deeply engraved in Taratoya's mind, and from time to time she has been haunted by her dreams.

How she wished Ma Xiaotian was the hero of their clan, but unfortunately, no!

He's an enemy of his own clan!