Chapter 21: Slaughter

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  The Bone Force led the Wū Mǎn riders to just disappear, and on the other side of the mountain ridge, three knights suddenly rushed out. The horses they rode were all high-headed and large, with extremely fast charging speed. Before the Wū Mǎn people could react, they had already charged within sixty steps.

  Whoosh! Three arrows shot out, two Uighur men were hit by the arrows and fell off their horses with a loud cry. Only one arrow missed its target and landed right next to a young Han slave who was tied up, almost injuring him.

  The remaining Wuman people were shocked and angry, and immediately divided into five riders to chase and kill. Three attackers, after one hit, pulled the horse to escape. As a result, the pursuers and the pursued, three in front and five behind, also chased farther and farther away.

  There were still three Wuhuan men left, guarding more than fifty Han slaves. Although the strong and young had all been tied up, and the old and weak were kowtowing on the ground, the three Wuhuan men still felt uneasy in their hearts. One by one, they drew their swords and bows, patrolling back and forth.

  When one of the Wuhuan people drove his horse past the bound young man, he exclaimed. He vaguely remembered that when the three vicious attackers attacked them before, there was an arrow that fell empty and shot here, but now there is only a hole in the ground in front of him, and the arrow is gone!

  These are all iron arrowheads with sharp edges, aren't they... The Wuman people were shocked and surprised, their eyes involuntarily turning to the nearest Han slave's strong physique...

  At almost the same moment, two Han slaves jumped up, one pulling the Wuhuan man down from his horseback, and the other holding a iron-headed arrow high, inserting it fiercely into the Wuhuan man's throat...

  The other two Wu people were shocked and lost their color, one raised his bow and aimed, and the other swung his sword and charged forward.

  The old man, Wujiluo, who was crawling on the ground, suddenly made a shocking move - when the Ulan warrior rushed past him with his knife, he jumped up and hugged the Ulan warrior, shouting loudly: "Let's fight them to the end!"

  This group of Han slaves who had already resigned themselves to their fate suddenly rose up and hesitantly charged at the Wuhuan people.

  The Wuhuan man who was about to shoot his bow was greatly surprised, and the arrow that had originally been aimed at the strong young man turned towards Muji old man, but Muji old man was entangled with that Wuhuan man, making it difficult for him to take action. For a moment, he was both anxious and angry, and the arrow was slow to be released.

  At this time, the young and strong men who had taken away their bows and arrows rushed over. The Wuhuan people who held the bow and arrow just came in time to shoot an arrow, but were knocked down by seven or eight people and beaten to death.

  On the other side, the Umaru man with a knife had pinned down Mokichi, one hand grasping his neck and the other holding up a curved blade.

  At the last moment of his death, old Muji stared with his grey-brown eyes wide open, gazing at the sky like a bloody sunset, and in his mind, only one name kept flashing: Nianshu, Nianshu, you must be well...

  Whoosh——

  A short arrow flew out of the small forest beside the mountain ridge and hit Umar's forehead. Umar's eyes widened in incredulity, his face filled with shock, slowly falling backwards, the curved knife in his hand fell to the ground, scraping against old man Mokuji's cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

  "Grandpa—"

  Mu Gui Lao Han's whole body suddenly shook, and he sat up with a start. He saw his beloved granddaughter rushing out of the forest, throwing down a slingshot, and quickly flinging herself into his arms, burying her head in his chest. The two hugged each other tightly and wept loudly.

  ……

  Ma Xun did not see the scene of the Han slaves being freed, but he was well aware of this result, which was part of his plan. He would lure away the main force of the Wuhuan people by himself, and then let Tang Nu and the others lead as many remaining Wuhuan people as possible to withdraw, and whether they could rescue themselves depended on whether there was enough tacit understanding among these Han slaves, as well as their courage to resist. The result did not disappoint him, and he would not disappoint the Han slaves either.

  Among the more than 20 cavalrymen who followed, the one who rode at the forefront and chased the fastest and most fiercely was Gu Li. Because he rode the best horse in his tribe, and he also had the strongest hard bow in the tribe.

  At this time, Gunli was fiercely whipping the horse's buttocks, pursuing with all his might. He also took off the two-stone hard bow he used and drew an arrow in his hand. However, he did not shoot because his opponent was more than 100 steps away. On the bumpy horseback, his two-stone bow could not hit a fast-moving target far away at 100 paces.

  Just then, Guli suddenly discovered that the other party's horse seemed to slow down. Guli was overjoyed and whipped his horse fiercely, quickly closing in by more than ten steps. Just as he was about to shoot an arrow, a small black dot suddenly flew towards him. Before Guli could react, there was a loud thud, and an arrowhead covered in blood pierced through the horse's neck, splashing bloody horse blood all over his body. The warhorse let out a mournful cry as it slid forward, throwing Guli off its back. He tumbled through the air, flipping over seven or eight times before finally coming to a stop, by which time the leader of the Guli tribe had been battered into a bloody pulp.

  The crowd of onlookers shouted and surged forward, one after another reining in their horses and rushing towards the leader.

  Just as the Wuman cavalry slowed down and even stopped, a hair-raising "whoosh-whoosh" sound came from the sky, and arrow after arrow fell like rain.

  Pffft! Beep boop beep boop!

  Blood mist filled the air, people and horses overturned, and the Wuman people fell down like dumplings, pattering and crashing.

  It's unbelievable that this rain of arrows, one after another, was shot from just one person!

  The most exhausting is the consecutive shooting of three arrows, which consumes enough strength to shoot five arrows normally. If you shoot two rounds in a row, your arm won't be able to lift up. If it's five consecutive shots, don't even think about using your arm for a whole day. Ma Hong has already shot two rounds of five consecutive shots, shooting ten arrows in just eight seconds.

  Unexpectedly dense and intense attack, combined with infrared locking, the hit rate was astonishing, all ten arrows hit their mark. Five people fell off their horses and died on the spot; three people were shot in the limbs, wailing in agony, completely losing their combat effectiveness; two warhorses were shot, either falling or being trampled by the horse's body, unable to move.

  From the fall of Bonei, to the Ulan people being subjected to a rain of arrows, it was only half a minute. The Ulan people who came with great momentum fell by half, and the remaining ten Ulan riders were scared out of their wits, hastily helping Bonei onto his horse, turning around and running away.

  Ma Xian burst out laughing and chased after them on horseback. At the flying speed of the Silver Arrows, when Ma Xian wanted to run, the Wuhuan people couldn't catch up with him, but now that Ma Xian wanted to chase close, the Wuhuan people also had no chance of running away.

  When Ma Xian was being pursued, a hundred paces was a relatively safe distance, and the Wuhuan people would have had difficulty posing a threat to him at this distance; but when Ma Xian counter-attacked, there was no such problem. He could completely close the distance to fifty paces or even closer, in order to obtain a good shooting range for a fatal shot. The reason is simple: without stirrups, shooting while retreating on horseback was an almost impossible high-difficulty move. In other words, Ma Xian could approach and re-approach without any worries; hunt and re-hunt.

  Whoosh! Blood splattered everywhere, the last Wuman tribesman fell off his horse, a long and mournful cry fading away with the wind. The vast empty plain was silent except for the sound of the masterless warhorse's hooves.

  This was the twenty-fourth arrow shot by Ma Chao, including the previously wounded Wuhuan people, all of whom were killed, not a single one escaped. At this time, the Wuhuan people had just escaped less than three hundred steps.

  In an extremely short period of time, he drew and fired over 20 arrows with his powerful bow that could pull over 6 stones. Ma Han's left arm was also slightly lifted, after all, this is a flesh-and-blood arm, and continuously supporting the weight of over 300 catties is not an easy task.

  The white horse's majestic physique circled the battered Bone Force two or three times before its owner calmly said, "Bone Force, my friend, I told you, you're done."

  His arm and leg were both broken, several ribs were also fractured, half of his face was scraped by sand and stone, blood and flesh blurred together, the whole face looked terrifying. The head of the Bone Force clan stared at Ma Xun with a desperate and venomous gaze, if he could still move now, he would definitely jump up and strangle this devil's throat without hesitation.

  "Come on! Kill me. Then, take your slaves and flee, begging not to fall into the hands of Khan Luwang, otherwise, you will taste the flavor of being dragged by horse tail until your skin is torn apart, finally becoming a white skeleton. Hahaha..."

  His mouth was full of blood, his teeth were all stained red, his face was twisted, and his smile was terrifying.

  "Are we going to drag the horses? This idea isn't bad." Ma Yan pulled out a roll of horse reins from the leather pouch beside his saddle, grasped the rope ring and flashed it at Boli. "Since we've come to the grasslands, let's follow the rules of the grassland people."

  Ma Huan said, raising his hand and throwing the rope, which stably landed on Wulan's neck. The last words this arrogant and unruly Ulan people heard in the world were: "You may be disappointed - I won't escape! A free Han person, even more so, will not escape."