In the afterglow of the setting sun, the Cypriot Ajiwu slapped the horse hard on his crotch, his heart filled with some fiery emotions, or in other words, desire.
There were more than two hundred companions in the positions around him, almost doing the same action.
He didn't care at all for the war horses, which were as important as his companions. He kept beating them hard with the whip in order to catch up with those targets as quickly as possible so that he could kill them and take away everything they had.
Ajiu should be 26 years old this year, the reason why I say he should be.
That's because few members of the tribe like him, whose father died early in battle and whose mother lived with other men, can know the specific year in which they were born.
In terms of career, it is more complicated.
Because sometimes he is a kind herdsman, sometimes he is a slave catcher, and sometimes he is a horse bandit; in short, it depends on Haner's employer and what kind of identity he needs to appear at that time.
Like today, the profession he and his companions have incarnated.
There are horse bandits everywhere in the Western Region like sand, and they can never be killed or exterminated.
All the reasons are because it is said that some special bald Han people came to Xicheng this morning, and those Han people carried many precious gems with them.
Using a small part of these gems as payment, a lot of things were bought at that time.
There are slaves, weapons, armor, war horses, sheep, grain, cloth, and many other supplies, almost every one of which is a good thing in their eyes.
Of course, what Mr. Haner values most is those gems.
It is exactly this that the master made it very clear when he sent someone to deliver the order:
"This time he only needs to take some gems, and he doesn't need any other materials, so they can distribute them freely. But he has to act quickly, because they are not the only ones who are eyeing the Han people."
After thinking of those things, Ajiwu was filled with motivation and excitement.
After they chased them for so long, they were about to catch up with those people, and the other horse bandits had not yet had time to show up...
Indeed, Ajiu and his party soon saw traces of those people.
And as their horses raced faster, they were only one or two miles away from completely catching up. At this speed, they would only have a moment to catch up.
But what was different from what they expected was that the Han people were obviously frightened.
He didn't dare to look back and fight them fiercely. Instead, he seemed to be beating the horse desperately in order to escape faster.
At the same time, the slaves driving the carriage kept throwing things off the carriage.
So after chasing him for more than a mile and seeing clearly the supplies that had been thrown all over the ground, Ajiu could no longer keep calm.
With my heart and eyes full, these are the only things left now.
By the way! Without personally traveling to the Western Regions during the Eastern Han Dynasty, no one would know how shocking the gap between the rich and the poor was in this place.
Those big businessmen and tribal leaders possess unimaginable wealth.
I usually enjoy an extremely luxurious life, but even modern people would be astonished when they look at it.
And for people like Ajiwu, even a roll of linen, a bag of grain, or a lamb is a fatal temptation for them, and they will risk their lives to snatch it.
At first, when he saw the supplies all over the ground, Ajiu could still keep chasing.
But one of the horse bandits in the team suddenly leaned over and picked up a roll of linen cloth from the ground and placed it on the front and back of his saddle.
Such a simple action immediately triggered a series of shocking consequences.
What the hell, the monk can touch it, why can’t I? No! It’s a cross-over, but the meaning is the same, why can others pick it up, but why can’t I pick it up?
What if I move a little slower and someone picks me up?
Ajiwu, who was worried about suffering a loss, immediately leaned down on the horse with great flexibility, grabbed a bag, lifted it, and placed it on the horse in front of him.
After opening it slightly, I found that it was filled with golden wheat grains.
Ajiwu's heart was immediately filled with huge surprises, because as long as it was paired with some goat's milk, cheese, etc., it meant that their family should not be hungry for a long time.
It’s just that people’s desires cannot be satisfied. Everything on the floor is ownerless, so why should he only pick up one thing?
With this thought in mind, Ajiwu set his sights on a fat sheep with its feet tied and lying on the ground that kept calling.
In short, Ajiwu has no other thoughts in his mind now except picking up, picking up, picking up; to chase those Han people? Whoever wants to go, he won't go anyway.
And Ajiwu's reaction is just a microcosm of the vast majority of this group of horse bandits.
In fact, with the thought that they could not suffer any loss, almost all the horse bandits started to pick up things at this moment.
Even in order to fight for some supplies from the past, although they did not show their knives to each other, they greeted each other with fists and kicks without being polite at all.
Under all kinds of yelling and fighting, the formation quickly became chaotic.
When the first few leaders of the horse bandits saw this, they still thought about the instructions of Haner, their boss, and couldn't help but cursed loudly in their mouths.
Seeing that it was useless, they took out the bronze straight knives from their waists.
Originally, he wanted to kill a few people to establish his authority, but inadvertently saw Huang Yizhi throwing down one of the handful of glass beads on the ground.
The leader of the horse bandits immediately seemed to have seen Xiang's wild dog. He grabbed the horse desperately, dismounted and pounced on it.
After he caught it, he put it to his mouth and kissed it, ignoring the sand on it, his eyes filled with indescribable intoxication.
But what he didn't know was that on a certain treasure in the modern dimension, 50 of them could be bought for 7.9 yuan.
If purchased in large quantities, it seems that the cheaper and better glass beads have ruined their last chance of victory in this battle...
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Not far away, Yang Dongli pretended to be running away in embarrassment.
Looking back, I found that the horse bandit pursuers behind me were in complete chaos as they expected.
No matter how new he is, he doesn't know that it's the best time to take action.
In fact, the plan they formulated in an extremely short time can be said to be very old-fashioned and simple, and can even be described as old-fashioned.
It is nothing more than constantly dropping supplies and property, so that when the opponent picks them up, not only the formation is in chaos, but the morale of the army is also in chaos, just kill a carbine.
But it doesn’t matter if it’s old-fashioned or not, as long as it’s easy to use and effective.
For example: more than a thousand years later, troops such as the Chuang Army in the late Ming Dynasty often did this when faced with the pursuit of Ming soldiers.
As a result, the Ming army, which had tried repeatedly and suffered losses again and again, would still fall into this simple strategy later.
It's not that the Ming army soldiers were too stupid, it was just that the Ming army soldiers were as poor as beggars and simply couldn't stand such a temptation.
Compared with the Ming army more than a thousand years later, these lowest-level horse bandits in the Western Regions during the Eastern Han Dynasty could be said to be even poorer and even less able to withstand this temptation.
Therefore, I saw that the results of the plan were far better than I expected.
Immediately, Yang Dongli did not hesitate at all.
"Soldiers, follow me and fight back~" After shouting this sentence, he made a sharp turn and led the netizens and slaves behind him to kill the chaotic opponent.
The slaves, whose morale was at an all-time high because they had received an excessive amount of chicken blood, naturally became more ferocious after discovering the current situation of their opponents.
Even Fan Lie, a skinny shepherd slave, had never participated in a battle.
At this moment, the horse on horseback was also beating his crotch with all his strength. While charging with his new masters, he almost knocked out the handle of a bronze short gun in his hand.
Because he kept telling himself that in order to get rid of his slave status, for the sake of cattle, sheep and big-assed women, even if he died here today, he would not let his masters down.
And with such a psychological mission, Fan Lie was definitely not the only one among the more than 100 slaves.
