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The grassland is sunset and the setting sun is as bloody as blood. In front of the valley at dusk, a long bloody drag mark and a bloody corpse are shocking.

The one who was tied to his ponytail was Moduo who was shamelessly betrayed his companions under the pressure and torture of his former master, but he still failed to escape punishment. Their master used this cruel and cruel punishment to declare the fate of the fugitive slave.

"I tell you more than once that you are my animals and my property. In Baitan Mountain, no matter who wants to touch my bones, I will peel his skin alive and hang it in the felt tent. Now there are six skins in my felt tent. Muji, you will be the seventh skin."

The person who spoke was shiny, his hair was shawl, and his face was covered with scars, especially his left eyebrow was broken, and a deep scar made the corners of his eyes deformed. He was accompanied by a garlic nose, thick lips, and curly beards on his face, which looked extremely ferocious and terrifying. He was burly, with a knife and axe on his waist, sitting upright on the horse's back, like a gorilla riding a big horse.

This is the master of the Guli tribe, who is named after his name.

The old man Muji and more than forty Han escaped slaves all crawled on the ground, smelling the bloody blood that the person was about to vomit from his nose, and trembling when he heard the cold words. Eight young escaped slaves lined up on the left, each of them tied up in a large number of tied heads and kneeled on the ground. All the weapons that had just been exchanged for from the Ma Han were confiscated. Around them were more than fifty Wuwan riders, raising their bows with their swords and half-encircled. They just waited for the adults to call them, and then started a bloody massacre.

"Sir, Master Guli, everything is the old man's fault. If you peel and steam the bones, the old man admits that he only asks you to spare the villagers. Master Guli, please." Old man Muji kowtowed like pounding garlic, his skin broke and blood flowed, and blood and tears fell.

Gu Li had a expressionless face: "I just want to know, where is your granddaughter?"

"When I say that, the old man's granddaughter Niannu has been bought by a passing businessman..."

"Buy it? Just use this?" Gu Li picked up a mulberry bow and looked at it carefully, his face heavy.

“Yes…yes.”

"This is a arch, the fine arch presented by the filthy arch to the adults of each tribe. The three arches can indeed be exchanged for a beautiful female slave, or can easily kill my guard!" When Gu Li said the next sentence, his eyes were like a wolf and his voice was terrifyingly cold.

What the bone power refers to is the two Wuwan riders lying on the grass. Each of them was hit by two or three arrows, and their blood was flowing all over the ground, and they had already lost their breath. This was exactly when the Wuwan people surrounded the valley with their superior forces, thinking that everything was in control, but they were shot and killed by Han slaves who had just obtained new equipment and rode out. Naturally, in the face of such superior forces, the Han slaves' attempt to break through was eventually broken in the face of cruel reality.

Hearing these murderous words, all the escaped slaves trembled uncontrollably.

The old man Muji struggled to make his last effort: "Sir, Master Guli, these slaves are your property, especially the young men. One death will be a major loss!"

Gu Li tapped his horse whip and looked at the old man Muji with his eyes slanted: "That's right, I have lost a lot of property and can't suffer any more losses, but I can't execute a few people to be warned and punished. Well, just choose a few useless slaves. Drag all the old and young ones out, put them in a cloth bag, and trample them to death."

Several Wuhuan riders rushed into the crowd like wolves and tigers, dragging out five or six old men and boys, including Asu.

Asu yelled and struggled constantly. The haremman, who was sexually aroused, hit the cheek with a knife hilt, and suddenly became purple and blood overflowed with the crying: "I don't want to die! Help! Brother Tangnu, Dad Muji... Brother Ma, Brother Ma, Help!"

Asu kicked and struggled, twisted left and right, and unexpectedly something fell out of her arms. As the sunset shone, the yellow brilliance shone brightly on people's eyes.

Gu Li's attention was attracted, his eyes swept over, and his face changed: "Take that thing over."

When the guard presented the yellow Cancan item, his bones were moved - yes, it was his right-hand man and his black gold earrings.

"Where did this golden ring come from?" Guli drove the horse to Asu, his face twisted, "Speak quickly! Otherwise, you will peel your skin alive!"

Asu shook her head desperately: "It's not my business, this is... Brother Ma gave it to me..."

"Who is Brother Ma!"

"It's the one who changes the weapons to us..."

Gu Li whipped Asu to the ground with a fierce whip, raised his head and roared: "Search! Search me inch by inch, and you must find Wu Ma and this Tiansha bastard named Ma!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three arrows were beaded, and the three Wuhuan riders were penetrated by strong arrows on their backs and their blood was squirting off their horses. The sudden attack caused chaos in the Wuhuan people, and they called the horses neighed, and they scattered in panic.

A hundred steps away, on the hillside on the west side, Ma Han raised his leopard bow in his hand, showed his might, and pointed at Guli and his men: "Who wants to find me? Come if you are not afraid of death! By the way, Wuma, the scumbag, has been bitten by a wild wolf vulture, and only bones are left. If you want to find it, go to the woods in the northwest to look for it. If you are too late, there will be no bones left."

His face, covered in scars, was twisted like a ghost face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed at Yamao: "Catch it alive! Skin it!"

More than twenty Wuwan riders waved their swords and raised their bows, clamped their horse's belly, and surrounded them.

Ma Han laughed, raised his bow like a provocatively, and then drove away. The white horse rushed down the hill like lightning, turning around the woods and disappeared. The Karasuma riders were like grasshoppers strung on ropes, one by one, and disappeared in front of the valley.

Just a moment later, when Guli was about to order the execution of the escaped slaves such as Asu and others, he suddenly heard a strange cry from his subordinates, and suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of his finger. His face turned pale - it was still the low hill, each riding calmly, and the heavy bow that was a bit exaggerated, and then he pointed to himself. A sharp voice came: "I just asked, Guli tribe, but a tribe with less than a thousand people, the string control personnel of the entire clan combined, no more than two hundred cavalry. In order to hunt the escaped slaves, you dispatched nearly half of the troops. If you all die here, Guli tribe will be over. Guli, I tell you, you are over! Your tribe is over!"

There is only one person on the mountain hill, but at this moment, it feels like a lofty king, lightly declaring the survival of a tribe.

There was only one person on the other side, and there were thirty bone strength, but somehow, the bone strength of the hundred people under the tent of King Khanlu was cold all over, and the coldness penetrated the bones. More than 20 outstanding riders of tribes disappeared silently? Is there an ambush, or did it alone? No, it is impossible, there must be an ambush!

"Leave ten cavalry guards, and kill the rest with me!" Guli had no choice. Whether it was to investigate the whereabouts of more than 20 men before, or to capture the evil guy who came out of thin air, he had to attack. He didn't believe it. He took action himself, and with the elite of twenty cavalry, he could not afford a Han boy. As for ambush, the exposed ambush is no longer called ambush.

Seeing the fierce momentum and the ferocity of the Wuwan people who could not swallow their own mouthfuls came in swarms, Ma Han was still busy driving the silver arrows to take small steps, rushing down the hill, quickly leaving before the Wuwan people intercepted them, and leaving with a long smile.

On his own territory, in front of the Wuwan people who are proud of riding, a Han boy dared to be so arrogant? This is a slap in the face! With his own strength, every Wuwan person beats a horse like flying like a flying horse, chasing him wildly, vowing to encircle and strangle this person.
Chapter completed!