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"Mom - save me!"

The running boy fell down and cried bitterly, crawled forward with his hands and feet.

He shot out an arrow, flew over the boy's head, and inserted it before his third step, and half of the arrow feathers trembled violently.

Of course, Ma Han would not miss it, but the boy's sob scream made him shoot the arrows in time.

The boy spoke Chinese, and his Hebei accent with a straight and rounded character, which was in sharp contrast to the rough and rough Chinese dialect before.

Ma Han patted Ma Qingchi to the boy, and looked down and saw a thin, dirty face about eleven or two years old, with a few lines of tears, washing out mud marks. Because his face was small, his eyes looked particularly big.

"Aren't you a Karasuma?"

The boy raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears and shook his head vigorously: "I am a Han person."

"Han people, why are they wearing the clothes of the Wuwan people?" Ma Han seemed to remember something and blurted out, "Are you the escape slaves who are hunting for the Wuwan people everywhere?"

The boy's face changed drastically, he crawled in front of the Hummer and said wailingly: "Don't hand me over to the Wuwan people, they will tie me to the tail and drag me to death."

Ma Han leaned over and pulled out the arrow inserted on the ground, rubbed it clean on his boots and inserted it back into the arrow bag, and smiled faintly: "Transfer it to the Wuwan people? What's the benefit? Is there a bounty? A scoop of salt? Or a sheep?"

The boy shook his head: "Asu is not worth a sheep, he can only get a lamb."

Ma Han frowned and said, "That's it, why do I want a lamb? Well, you are not the only one who escaped slaves, how many are there? Ten or twenty?"

The young man Asu raised his head alertly: "No...I'm the only one..."

Ma Han laughed and shook his head: "You are too proud of yourself, right? You are the only one, will the Wuwan people send so many people to chase you? Well, for the sake of all the Han people, I won't make things difficult for you, you can leave."

Asu cried and laughed, he kowtowed heavily: "Thank you!" He looked up at the tall horse in front of him with enviousness and fear, turned around and ran away.

"etc!"

Ma Han stopped shouting, and Asu seemed to be stationary and dared not move.

"You can tell your friend who was fleeing with you that a search team led by the Karasuman people with golden rings with ears was thirteen people, all dead. Let's go while the other search team has not arrived yet." After Ma Han said that, he patted his horse and left.

Asu stood there for a while, suddenly ran his feet and chased the hillside, and asked loudly: "Is the one you mentioned with a golden ring in his ear called Wuma?"

Ma Han had already rushed up the hill, turned around and waved his hand, and replied loudly: "I don't know what his name is. Before I could ask, he died."

Asu climbed up panting and shouted, "Can you tell me where to find them? I will only believe it if my friends see it with my own eyes."

Hummer whip pointed westward: "In the woods over there, there are probably wolves sucking their bones now. If you don't want to feed them, it's best not to go over. Give you something, your friends will believe it."

As Ma Han waved his hand, something yellow rolled down the hillside. Asu picked it up and looked at it, blurting out: "This is the golden ring of the leader Wuma!"

"Good eyesight. I pulled it off his ears and gave it to you as a souvenir." Ma Han laughed, rode his horse and put his hooves, heading east along the ridgeline.

But after a while, the young man Asu shouted loudly from behind: "Wait a minute! Please wait!"

"So what's wrong?" Ma Han didn't want to pay attention, but the boy chased and shouted for nearly a mile, his voice broke. He even rolled down from the mountain and pursued him again. This perseverance forced Ma Han to accept one, so he stopped to pick up the bean cake and feed the horse, while waiting patiently.

Asu chased after more than ten steps, he was unable to run anymore. He knelt on all sides and hung on the grass, panting like a broken bellows, unable to say a word. Ma Han was not in a hurry, untied his horse's belly belt, took out the map from his bag, and used a compass to constantly compare and refer to it while looking.

The map was made by Yuan Shao on the day he captured the alive. This is a terrain map of Hebei, including the terrain of Youzhou, Jizhou, Bingzhou and Qingzhou. It is probably created by Yuan Shao from the palace collection when he went out of Luoyang in the east and planned to Jizhou.

The drawing is simple and abstract. If you are used for travel, you are worried about getting lost. If you marching and fighting, it is better to find a guide. This map is very incomplete. After leaving the Great Wall in the north, it is blank in the Inner Mongolia area today. Obviously, this place has exceeded the actual control area of ​​the Han Dynasty.

At this moment, Ma Han was on the edge of this blank space, and he knew nothing about what was in the north.

Just as he was struggling to see, a timid voice came from behind: "This... righteous man, Asu came to chase after him, just want to ask... do you sell your weapons, armor, bows and arrows?"

"So I'm interested in my equipment." The Mama Hang rolled up and said with a high eyebrow, "This is not a product, but it's up to you to be so sincere, so you can sell you a little. The question is, do you have money? Oh, don't exchange the golden ring I gave me."

"Asu dared not." Assu said with joy and worry, "We don't have much money, and we don't have much food and salt. We only have some horses, cattle and sheep. Do we use these to break the line?"

"I don't want horses, but the meat is not delicious." Ma Han rejected the horses directly. "It's hard to drive away the cows, so you can exchange them for them. However, I can't collect too many sheep by myself. It's better to use money, grain, salt, and other things that are convenient and easy to carry."

"That's it... Then I have to ask Dad Muji to see how much you can buy it." Asu looked at Ma Han with a gaze, "Can you go with me to our camp?"

Ma Han smiled and said, "What? I'm not afraid that I will be detrimental to you this time?"

Asu blushed: "You are also a Han Chinese, and you helped us kill the villain Wuma. Just attack this. Dad Muji and everyone will definitely thank you very much."

Ma Wen waved his hand: "I killed Wu Ma because he caused me trouble, not to help you. Well, I'll go with you."

The horse man transferred part of the supplies on a war horse, let Asu sit on it, and the two of them chatted while walking, and then they roughly understood the incident.

Wuhuan came from a branch of Donghu and was attached to the Xiongnu during wartime. During the Yuanshuo period of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty, Wuhuan was attached to the Liaodong vassal state, western Liaoning, and Youbeiping, using it as a barrier to defend against the Xiongnu. It was the "Three counties of Wuhuan".

At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, after the Xiongnu moved westward, the empty area in the north of the Mobei was quickly filled with the emerging Xianbei and Wuwan. Although these Hu people were not as powerful as the Huns, what they did was no different from the former Huns. When the Han Dynasty was strong, they were honest and tight, and they were willing to be hawks and dogs. When the Han Dynasty was weak, they showed their fangs, robbed and plundered. For decades, there were no less than 100,000 Han people who were plundered in border counties in the Han Dynasty.

Asu is eleven years old this year, and his parents are both captive Han slaves, so he has been a slave from the moment he was born. His mother is from Zhongshan, Hebei Province. She has taught foreign accents since she was a child, so that she will not forget her hometown, but she did not expect that she would save her life because of her local accents today.

Asu, the group of escaped slaves belonged to the Wuwan master of Youbeiping. He called himself the Wuyan, the tribe of the Khanlu King, and was subordinate to the Wuwan leader named Guli. Because he could not bear the years of oppression and abuse by the Wuwan people, under the leadership of Muji's father, they joined forces with more than 20 tents and about fifty Han slaves to escape collectively on the stormy night. Now five days have passed.

"More than fifty people? How many young and strong are you guys who can fight?"

"There are twelve, no, thirteen. Brother Donu is the best warrior." Obviously, this kid ignored himself.

Ma Han nodded. No wonder Wuma and his group dared to round up unscrupulously. It turned out that there were only a dozen escaped slaves with the power to counterattack, and the rest were mostly old, weak, women and children.

The weapons of Wuma and his group were inspected by Ma Han. In addition to Wuma himself, apart from the fact that a mulberry wooden bow was better and using iron arrows, all of them were thick bows and bone arrows. This was the case with the troops, let alone escaped slaves. It can be said that if they could equip their own hard bows and sharp arrows, their combat power would definitely jump a few steps. It is no wonder that Asu chased after him desperately, even if he saved food, he wanted to buy equipment.

The two of them and four horsemen were talking all the way, and they walked out four or five miles without realizing it, turned over a dense forest, and entered a valley.

As soon as he walked to the valley, four horses suddenly rushed out of the forest beside him, two fronts and two backs, cutting off the roads of the two, and lit their bows and arrows together, shouting loudly: "Dropping off the horse, being bound!"
Chapter completed!