(Thanks to "Zhao Wuxiu 2014" for giving it again, I've been given three consecutive times! Thank you!)

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"Brother Donnu!" Asu called happily, urging him to come forward and come to a 25- or six-year-old strong young man with a beard. The young man's fierce eyes locked Ma Han together with the arrow in his hand. It was not until Asu came over safely that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, winked at the three partners, and surrounded him together.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" the young man named Donu asked sternly.

"You can ask Asu these questions, and he will tell you-but I warn you not to point me with arrows, as I can easily overreact." Ma Han did not touch the bow and arrow. It was better to use other weapons at such a close distance. He secretly grabbed a short axe and a short knife in his hands, moved his eyes slightly, and took a look at the position of the four horses, secretly calculating the rhythm and distance of the opponent's horses.

Asu quickly explained: "Brother Donu, I invited this brother. He has a good bow and arrow. I want Mr. Muji to buy it from him."

Tangnu and his accomplices also noticed the equipment and supplies carried by the three horses, and looked at each other in surprise, and the alert expression on their faces finally relaxed.

Tangnu urged the horse to approach the war horse that Asu rode, and reached out to pull out an unstringed bow from the bow bag. This was a composite bow, much stronger than the single bow in his hand. Tangnu showed joy, and suddenly his face changed slightly, and he blurted out: "This is the haraman man's bow! Who are you?"

Three riders raised their bows in a conditioned manner and aimed at the Martin.

Ma Hanman said indifferently: "Yes, you have the eyesight. This is the arch of the Wuwan people. To be precise, this is the arch of the elite cavalry guards under the Khanlu King Wuyan."

"Khan...King Khanlu's cavalry guard?"

When these escaped slaves of Khanlu King changed their faces when they heard this name. One of them trembled his hands, loosened his strings, and the arrow flew past Mahan and almost shot Asu.

Ma Han's face was gloomy: "Everyone, is it necessary to be so shocked? He raises his bow at any time. To tell you the truth, it was this little brother who begged me so hard that I took this trip. Your attitude is too insincere. Okay, you can slowly get excited, I'm on the way, Asu dismounted."

Almost accidentally injured someone else, Tangnu and his accomplices were also a little embarrassed, and they wanted to apologize but couldn't stand it.

At this time, an old voice came from the entrance of the valley: "This little man walked slowly, the boys were rude, and the old man was willing to apologize for them."

As the sound of speaking, a sound of footsteps came from the valley. A group of herders with worn-out clothes and dusty faces surrounded by an old man in his sixties, with gray hair and frosty faces, appeared at the entrance of the valley.

When Tangnu and Asu saw the old man, they all dismounted and bent down to salute: "Dad Muji."

The old man, the leader of the escape slave as Asu mentioned, Dad Muji, walked up under the support of a little girl and bent down deeply at Ma Han: "Dignity guest, you are willing to help us, but the young men are rude to you. Muji is very sorry. Please accept Muji's sincere apology."

As Muji bent down, a group of escaped slaves, including Donnu, bent down to Mahan.

Ma Han looked around, looked at the dark and miserable faces in front of him, and was silent for a while, pressed his chest to reply: "I accept your apology."

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This is a spacious cliff cave with more than ten tents built inside, and there are pottery pots, clay pots, wooden bowls, dry cow dung and other daily necessities piled up around it. Seven or eight dilapidated twin-wheeled chariots are parked in a corner of the cliff cave, and there is a livestock circle next to it, with more than twenty sheep in it, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell of fishy feces.

Fire had risen in the cliff cave. Ma Han sat in the east, and Muji's old man was sitting in the west (Wuwan custom is respected as the east, and the tent must face east). A circle was surrounded by young men such as Tangnu, and the outer side was elderly and women and children.

At this moment, the old man Muji was picking up a bowl of sheep cheese wine and apologizing to Ma Han.

The so-called sheep cheese wine is the sour goat milk after fermentation. It smells a little alcoholic and tastes fishy. But Ma Han drank it as if nothing had happened, and he still smiled. In his half-life, he drank it ten times more difficult than this thing, which was ten times more difficult to drink.

The old man Muji smiled when he twisted his beard and cut off a large piece of lamb leg meat with a knife, put it into a wooden plate, and presented it to Ma Han.

Ma Han took it with both hands and nodded to thank him.

On the other side, the young man looked at the golden ring and looked at Ma Han from time to time, with a surprised look. After a while, Tangnu couldn't help asking, "Did you really kill Wu Ma?"

Ma Han was already a little tired of this question and said calmly: "Is it difficult to kill Wuma?"

Tangnu slowly raised his head, glanced at Ma Han, and said, "Wu Ma is the warrior in the Guli Division second only to Guli Master. I have seen him fall down a cow with bare hands, and he has more than a dozen followers..."

Ma Han nodded: "Yes, he has twelve entourages, and he will die together. Maybe he can fall down a cow, but he can't block an arrow."

"You killed thirteen Wuwan people, but you didn't get any blood on your body?" Tangnu's eyes were full of sarcasm.

Ma Han seemed to be unaware and replied naturally: "Some are far-snipers, while others are twisting their heads from behind. I don't want to be covered in blood."

Donnu and the young and strong men almost laughed. Finally, they were criticized for their previous rude behavior. They dared not do it again, but those faces were full of contempt.

Ma Han ignored it either. He had no obligation to prove anything. He was just here to sell things.

Tangnu and other young men were very disdainful of this young man who was suspected of being swearing, but they praised him for the bows, arrows, axes, armor and shields he brought, and these exquisite weapons that only King Khanlu's personal army was qualified to be equipped. They couldn't put it down and didn't want to put down any of them they got.

"Dad Muji, if we equip these weapons, even if Wuma or even Guli personally takes action, we will not be afraid!" Tangnu's face turned red with excitement, grabbed a compound bow and refused to let go, and in the other hand, he held an iron knife in the ring and slashed at the void.

Asu was also happy to compare a piece of vermilion leather armor to his thin body.

The old man Muji is not that optimistic. He is the head of the family and knows the best of their family background. He knows more about what the price of an excellent weapon will be in the grassland outside the border where power is supreme.

The old man Muji said bitterly: "Dignified guest, you see that we only have more than twenty sheep, and we don't have much food or salt. I don't know how many bows and arrows these sheep can exchange for?"

Ma Han shook his head: "I can't ask for many sheep. If you don't have money or exchange food and salt, I can only give you two bows and ten iron arrows at most - to be honest, I'm half sold and half given away, your sheep are not worth so much."

The old man Muji nodded repeatedly and thanked him repeatedly. The old man knew in his heart that Ma Han was right. Even if the master of Guli didn't have many of them, he had a price but no market. Where could he get a few sheep?

"Only two bows? Too few, we have twelve warriors who can hold the bow." Tang was anxious and knelt down at the old man Muji, "At least six bows and sixty arrows are needed. This is related to whether the fifty-six of us can escape from the hands of the Wuwan people. Dad, please think of a solution."

More than fifty escaped slaves looked at him, and the old man Muji lowered his head in pain. Facing Asu's begging eyes, Ma Han shrugged unhelpfully.

Ma Han has worked hard in the West for many years and his values ​​have been deeply affected. Trading is buying and selling, and business is business. If you want to get it, you have to pay. There is no free lunch in this world.

After a long time, the old man Muji's eyes seemed to flash with a decisive look, his lips trembled, and he called out a name: "Niannu, come here."

A girl stood up from the crowd of women and children around him, walked down to the old man Muji, and whispered: "Grandpa."

The old man Muji stretched out his calloused hand, pulled the girl's thin white palm, gently stroked it, full of reluctance, slowly turned his head and said to Ma Han word by word: "This is my granddaughter, my eyes. Now, I want to use her to exchange for six bows and one hundred arrows."

The whole audience was shocked.

Ma Han vaguely remembered that this girl was the girl who was wearing the old man Muji at the valley entrance. She had to pay too much attention to it at that time and didn't pay attention. Now, after looking closely, she found that this was a pretty beautiful girl.

She is about twelve years old and has very white skin, with curly millet hair, slender eyebrows, big eyes, long and dense eyelashes, blue pupils, a straight nose, plump and rosy lips, and a young face, but two bulges on her chest are quite large.

This is actually a beautiful girl of Central Asian descent.

"No! Dad Muji! You can't change it!"

"Dad Muji, Niannu is your only granddaughter, your last relative, and our relative. You can't let her leave!"

"Dad Muji..."

The girl Niannu kept snuggling to her grandfather, pressing her rough palm against her smooth cheeks. She suddenly stood up amid the passionate voice of the crowd and said, "It was Niannu who harmed everyone, and now it is the time for Niannu to atone for his sins. Niannu is willing to be a slave of Ma Jun."

Ma Han finally replaced Niannu with four mulberry bows, one hundred iron arrows, four ring-headed knives, and two pairs of leather armor.

Niannu is indeed beautiful, but he is only thirteen years old this year, which is a bit amazing. Marhan is not so limitless - although he has seen many twelve and three-year-old brides when he was in Guatemala.

If Ma Han had been hunted down by the whole world three or five days ago, he would never have asked for this hindrance. But now after being safe, he urgently needed someone who is familiar with this area, that is, the guide.

If you can choose, why not be a beautiful guide? Even if you are a little beautiful woman, it is both pleasing to the eye and has practical value. This is why Ma Han finally agreed to the exchange.
Chapter completed!