After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

After destroying the caravan's combat effectiveness, the Tatars began to slow down their attack speed and surrounded the caravan on horseback, like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying the frightened expressions of everyone in the caravan.

They looked high and mighty, their eyes fierce yet playful, and they were cursing under their breath.

"You are such an ungrateful bastard! After so many years, you are still thinking about contacting Da Zhou. I must tell Zuo Da Dang Hu about this!"

"Yes, I will tear your family members in Wuzhou apart and tear their bones and tendons apart! I will peel off your skin alive and make it into drums!"

"Hahaha, don't you worship that little bitch? Why don't you just shout? See if that little bitch will come to save you!"

A Tartar ran to the side of the carriage, lifted the woman's chin with a whip, and said with a lewd smile: "Oh, you are a newly-born ewe. I will taste you in a while!"

When Ma Nantian saw his daughter-in-law being teased, he rushed over, but was knocked to the ground by a horsewhip from the Tartar.

The woman was trembling with fear, but she still held the baby tightly in her arms.

She turned slightly sideways, trying to use her thin body to block the Tartar's sight.

But it was all in vain.

The Tartar soon noticed the kitten-like baby. He bent down and snatched the child from the woman's arms in a flash.

"My child, my child! Father-in-law, please save our little pony!"

The woman panicked and reached out to grab it back, but the Tartar pulled her over and pushed her to the ground.

The woman struggled desperately, and even though her clothes were torn, her eyes were still fixed on the child.

This child is my husband's posthumous child. He is my husband's only bloodline!

The child was like a new toy to the Tartars; they tossed the child back and forth in the air like a ball.

Ma Nantian is going crazy!

He was limping on one leg, his body covered in blood, and he was chasing the children everywhere.

He didn't dare to gamble, for he was afraid that the Tartar would throw the child to the ground. The child was so young and couldn't even roll over!

The other members of the caravan hated the Tartars. Their eyes were red and they wished they could cut their companions into pieces!

However, they can't.

All the young and strong men in the caravan were injured, and some even had an arm chopped off.

The bright red blood flowed on the vast earth.

The vulture, the messenger of death, seemed to smell the breath of death and circled above the caravan, making ominous cries.

The Tartars soon grew tired of this game of throwing children.

The last Tartar lifted the child high up and was about to throw him to the ground.

The woman closed her eyes in despair. The boundless anger and despair were like a terrible beast that almost tore her apart.

If God has eyes, why doesn't he save my poor child?

If gods have spirits, why do they allow these demons to walk the earth?

If there really is someone who can save my child, no matter if that person is a god or a ghost, I am willing to believe in him sincerely, even to the point of being his slave!

Just when everyone was in despair, the Tartar who threw the child paused.

A sharp arrow pierced his chest!

The first drop of blood was about to fall from the sharp triangular arrowhead. The white feathers of the arrow trembled slightly, and it seemed that the buzzing sound just now could still be heard!

The ferocious smile was frozen on the Tartar's face, but his pupils gradually dilated, and it was obvious that he had become silent.

Looking at this scene, no one reacted to what was happening and they all stared at the Tartar stupidly.

His body slowly went limp as if in a slow-motion replay, and the baby in his arms was about to fall to the ground as it lost support!

Ma Nantian never took her attention away from the child. She used all her strength to jump up and catch the child tightly!

After returning to the familiar embrace, the baby suddenly started crying loudly.

The shrill crying woke up everyone who was stunned.

"Enemy attack!"

"There is an enemy attack!"

The Tatars no longer had the leisure to tease the caravan and after quickly forming a defensive formation, they looked vigilantly in the direction from which the sharp arrows came.

Everyone in the caravan also looked over, wondering which tribe on the grassland the newcomer belonged to. Would their group of people just escape from the tiger's mouth and fall into the wolf's den?

Ma Nantian held the child in his arms, looking at the Tartars who were on high alert, and he vaguely felt that they were actually nervous and afraid!

Who could make the king of the grassland look so frightened?

Ma Nantian held the child's hands tighter and tighter, his eyes fixed on the small hill not far away.

The first thing that appeared was a flag, and like the rising sun, the flag gradually appeared and fluttered in the wind.

The five big characters [General Conquering the Enemy], domineeringly and arrogantly attract everyone's attention on the endless grassland!

Following them came the neatly-assembled war horses.

The warhorse was fat and strong, with bulging muscles. It looked provocatively at the warhorse under the crotch of the Tatar, revealing contempt and disdain in a very human way.

Sitting on the war horses were the fully armed Yunzhou cavalry. They were fully armed and had expressionless faces. Just one look at them was enough to make people feel cold in their hearts.

The ten war horses in the lead took a few steps forward in an oppressive manner.

The Tartars were so frightened that they retreated again and again.

"Is it her?"

"It can't be her!"

"As the governor of a state, why would she come to the grassland instead of staying in the governor's mansion?"

"The Khan has placed a bounty on her head as the Great Pak. How could she possibly take that risk?"

"Don't be afraid. We can definitely handle just thirty riders as long as she doesn't come in person!"

The Yunzhou cavalry suddenly split into two columns, leaving a small path in the middle.

All they saw was a snow-white warhorse, taking light steps as if walking on the clouds, and slowly appearing in front of everyone with an attitude of looking down on everyone!

When the Tartars saw the man on the white warhorse, they could no longer hold back!

"It's really her!"

"Run! The Jade-faced King of Hell is coming!"

"Go back and tell the leader that the Jade-faced King of Hell has come to burn the grassland again!"

The Tartars wanted to show off their prowess, but the one before them was the Jade-faced King of Hell who even the Khan was terrified of!

How could she only bring thirty riders? There must be a large army behind them!

How can we, a group of people, be their opponents?

The Tartars were so frightened that their upper teeth knocked against each other with a rattling sound. Relying on their body's memory, they kicked their horses hard in the belly and ran back in a scramble, not caring about formation or strategy!

Gu Nanxi glanced at the caravan in miserable condition, pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes were cold.

Gu Nanxi waved his hand, and the Yunzhou cavalry took out bows and arrows from their backs and shot at the Tartars cleanly and neatly!

An arrow with a sound of breaking through the air pierced the Tartar from behind. The Tartar fell down, but his horse was still galloping.

A loyal companion will bring his master back home, dead or alive.

"Leave no one alive." Gu Nanxixi's order was like the scythe of the god of death.

The Yunzhou cavalry spread out in a rush, and with an unstoppable and terrifying momentum, they chased after the fleeing Tartars and beheaded them with one blow!