The snowy moonlight fell across the entire canyon, illuminating every detail of the dilapidated and desolate canyon.
The exit from the south gate of Duodan Town is still busy with traffic.
Trucks form a caravan, queuing up to wait for customs clearance.
The Duodan Town Security Team is responsible for this task, and these trucks need to hold tax declarations before they can drive out of Duodan Town.
Four magistrates wearing light leather armor with Roman swords hanging on their waists, each holding a lantern in their hands, inspected the trucks one by one.
With the establishment of a complete tax system in Duodan Town, this is one of the tasks they are usually responsible for. Although there are a little more things to do, the security team members in the town have no complaints and have to work in shifts every day.
The town's south exit.
As for the reason, it is nothing more than a little bit of gray income.
They dare not accept bribes and let vehicles without tax bills pass, but some private transportation can occasionally bring them a little money for drinks.
Some businessmen like to play around with the situation. They declare taxes on the four-wheel trucks filled with goods, and then return to the freight yard to load as much as possible. This part of the goods will not be taxed.
Businessmen have become familiar with this routine recently, and the security team is not so strict.
Moreover, many businessmen like to leave Dodan Town at night, and they also want to take advantage of the dim light at night to hide the guilty conscience on their faces.
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A motorcade parked quietly behind a grassy slope at night.
Not far away is the rolling Dodan River, and the rushing sound of the river can almost be clearly heard. The coachman curled up on the seat with a guilty conscience. It was not too cold at night, but each of these coachmen was
Wrapped in a blanket.
Several attendants quietly jumped out of the carriage, one of the leaders waved, and several people took advantage of the darkness to quickly circle the grassy slope and arrive at the south bank of the Duodan River.
As long as you cross this river, you can enter the aboriginal slum area of Dodan Town.
The strip of land on the north bank of the river has been leveled, leaving only a dilapidated leather workshop standing there alone. The leather shelves in the yard are almost full of cooked leathers, and these leathers are piled in stacks in the yard.
, like a tall haystack.
The leader quietly ran to the river and looked cautiously to both sides. He was very familiar with this place.
There was a companion a hundred meters away on both sides of the river. They made a gesture to the leader that everything was normal, and the leader waved to the other side of the river.
The door of the leather workshop was quickly pushed open, and several shop assistants carried out bundles of leather. They quickly ran to the river and threw a string tied with a stone to the other side of the river.
The leader on the other side of the river took the rope in his hand and pulled hard. He felt that there was no problem.
Immediately afterwards, someone from the other side brought out an inflated sheepskin raft from the leather workshop, and skillfully tied two ropes to both ends of the raft.
After they put the bundles of leather on the raft and arranged them, the leader on the opposite side led people to pull the rope and pull the sheepskin raft down to the south bank.
The width of the Dodan River is only more than ten meters, and the sheepskin raft loaded with leather quickly reached the other side of the river.
The leader quickly called his attendants, carried the leather to the back of the grass slope, and loaded it on the four-wheeled truck...
The skin raft was pulled back by the other side, and the skins had to be transported again. Everything was done silently, and everyone's movements were very skillful. It was obvious that this was not the first time they had done this.
It took more than ten consecutive trips before seven four-wheeled carriages were filled with fur goods.
But just as the leader was pulling the last leather goods on the raft, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle in the silent night, and the entire slum area suddenly became excited.
The rumble of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, coming almost instantly from far to near.
The leader who received the goods was so frightened that he almost staggered and fell into the river. Then he threw away the rope in his hand without hesitation, and fled quickly to the grassy slope with a few of his frightened attendants.
While running, he said: "Their horses can't cross the river. We can escape as long as we run quickly..."
Hearing what the leader said, the attendants immediately sped up a bit, and a group of people almost ran back to the convoy.
The coachmen raised their whips and let the four-wheeled wagon drive slowly. They waited for the people to run to the carriage and jumped onto the wagon quickly using their running speed.
However, the sound of horse hooves behind them did not stop. While the coachman was galloping into the distance, a group of cavalry rode their ancient Bolai horses directly across the Dodan River.
The splashing water looked particularly crystal clear and pure under the snowy moonlight.
The war horse was not covered in thick hard armor, and the magic lines on one leg showed a dim light in the night.
These war horses had already increased their speed to the extreme, and in a few steps they crossed the Dodan River, which was more than ten meters wide. They rushed up the grassy slope, and at a glance they saw the four-wheeled trucks running wildly southward.
The sound of war horses neighing could be heard far away in the night, and then these cavalrymen in black armor were like black shadows in the dark night, rushing toward the truck...
In an instant, he caught up with the convoy.
All the cavalrymen were holding sharp swords. They did not dismount, but went around to the front of the convoy and raised their swords.
The truck at the front didn't want to stop at all, and at the urging of the coachman, it wanted to rush past the cavalry.
"kill!"
The cavalry shouted out almost at the same time.
Looking at the oncoming carriage, the cavalryman fiercely cut off the knight's sword in his hand, and the sword, which became sharp under the moonlight, struck the horse's head accurately.
A trace of blood sprayed out and splashed on the coachman's face.
The coachman only felt that the horse in front of him suddenly dwarfed and fell to the grass with a crash. The carriage loaded with goods continued to move forward with the help of inertia, and the iron-clad wheels crushed the fallen Gubo.
On the horse.
The wheel pressed against the horse.
The entire car was raised high and fell over on the grass.
The coachman was pinned under the carriage, with one leg pinned by the shaft.
Seeing such a scene, the carriages behind them no longer dared to rush forward. Several carriage drivers pulled the reins tactfully, slowed down the carriages, and stopped in front of these cavalrymen with ashen faces.
The cavalry still did not dismount, but quietly surrounded the convoy.
A coachman secretly untied the reins of a Gubo Lai horse, quickly got on the horse, and prepared to ride on the horse while the cavalry were not paying attention. He whipped down the horse whip fiercely, and the Gu Bo Lai horse
Rushing out like an arrow from a string.
In a few seconds, the horse rushed more than ten meters.
The group of cavalrymen had no intention of chasing them, and they didn't even take a second look.
Just after he rushed out for more than thirty meters, a sharp arrow with flashing electric light pierced the darkness, and with the sound of arcing arcs, he instantly caught up with the fleeing coachman. The arrow passed through the coachman's back.
, the moment it came out, it sank into the back of Gubo Laima's head again.
Both the man and the horse fell down on the grass at the same time, and their bodies rolled several meters before stopping, and blood kept pouring out.
The coachman's body twitched for a long time before gradually calming down.
The leader of the convoy did not expect that these cavalrymen would not even say a word, but would shoot anyone who dared to run away. He was so frightened that his crotch felt hot, and a stream of heat flowed out surgingly down his trouser legs.
At this moment, everyone in the team knew that the decision between life and death was just a matter of one thought.
Everyone squatted on the ground, trying their best to hide their shivering bodies...
It wasn't until the Tax Collector of Batra and the small town security team came wandering over from the grassland that the coachmen and attendants crawled over as if they were seeing their relatives, hugging the Tax Collector Batra's thighs and howling.
cry.
Sadness, regret, fear and countless emotions welled up.
The tax officer of Batra also caught the gang of leather smugglers and took them back to Dodan Town.