At the end of the Gobi desert, the scorching sun has made the gravel and dry soil on the ground a bit hot to the feet. It is difficult to see any plants on the surface. Some tenacious mugworts have also withered and lied on the ground. On the vast Gobi desert
Walking in the uninhabited land, it will be a surprise to see a solitary Poplar euphratica tree on the horizon.
A large-scale caravan was marching slowly in the Gobi Desert, with dozens of pack horses in front and behind, and two large draft vehicles sandwiched in the middle. The vehicles carried many sheep felt basins, pots and other daily necessities. It seemed that the whole family was moving.
Similar.
At this time, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the fields are quiet, there is no breeze in the air, only the scorching sun is burning.
The rumble of wheels measured the earth.
There was a burst of smoke behind the undulating rocks in the distance, and dozens of thin horses ran out. The bandits waved their swords in their hands and made strange whining sounds.
"It's a bandit! Run!"
The man leading the camel threw off the reins, slung the big package onto his shoulders, and ran away like a headless fly.
The leader of the caravan was experienced and immediately shouted to everyone: "Don't run, don't run! What the bandits want is property, our goods are worthless!"
Some people still led the camels and squatted on the ground obediently, trying to use the broad bodies of the animals to block themselves. It has to be said that sometimes this ostrich policy works quite well. As long as the money and goods are thrown out, the gangsters do not need to
You drag it out from behind the animal and chop it a few times.
The bandit leader wears a pointed felt hat, has a long and thick black beard, has high cheekbones and deep eyes. His appearance is somewhat similar to Ben Lagao, but his eyes are more fierce than that one.
The leader of the caravan took the initiative to walk out of the group, crossed his hands towards the leader and begged for mercy: "Daqi, what we are traveling here is not property, please be kind to Daqi and let us go."
The leader doesn't like to talk much, and the person next to him is responsible for intimidation and communication. He has small eyes and a dry face. He looks like a difficult character at first glance, and his voice is like a long, thin line.
"If it's not property, what else can you have? Oh, what are you doing in the desert without money?"
The leader of the caravan hurriedly asked people to unload the goods from the camel, which contained some wooden templates, trowels, and a pile of copper coins as a sign of filial piety.
The second cabinet sneered at the small money, but of course he refused to give up. He stared at the tools on the ground and asked, "What are you doing transporting so many house-building tools? Where are you going to build them?"
One of the waiters spoke a little faster and grunted smoothly: "I'm going to build a station in the desert..."
The caravan leader turned back and glared at the man, but what he said had already reached the thief's ears.
The second cabinet let out a hoarse sneer: "We are building an inn in the Gobi. It turns out that the rumors are true. If you build the inns in series, hehe, will we still be able to survive?"
The leader of the sand bandits remained silent, but when he spoke he became frightened: "Then kill these people, dump them all in the wilderness, and inform the other gangsters that the imperial court is planning to build a post station."
Everyone turned pale with fear, and the caravan leader's face also turned pale. The bandits drew their swords from their waists expressionlessly. When they were about to kill, they did not show any wonderful expressions such as grinning, just because they had killed too many times.
, the excitement threshold is set too high, and things like beheading can no longer arouse emotions.
The vendors knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, crying that there were old people in the family and young people in the family, and they begged to be spared, thinking that this would arouse the compassion of these people.
"Do it!"
At exactly this moment, a group of troops rushed out from behind the bald rocks in the Gobi Desert, as if they had just been ambushing there, and headed directly to outflank the sand bandits' retreat.
The leader of the Sand Bandits widened his eyes, turned his head to look over in surprise, held his knife across his chest and shouted loudly: "Who is this gangster who is so unruly! He dares to grab goods from behind us! He has ruined the moral integrity of the world!
If word gets out, all your peers will come and copy you!"
A one-eyed man stammered: "It doesn't seem to be our colleagues! It's Tang Jun!"
When he could see clearly, everyone could see clearly. The silver-green reflective fish scale-like armor, the recurved angular bow hanging on the side of the horse, and the iron horizontal sword slung around his waist, these were the Tang Army's
The standard equipment made all the bandits tremble with fear. Which man has never dreamed of having a horizontal sword? Among their colleagues were many old men who had been in the Tang army. Some of the horizontal swords in their hands had broken blades.
Yes, they are still very arrogant, and there are still people who make counterfeit products out of wrought iron. Real iron-clad cross-steel swords can only be found in the military.
"There is actually a government escort! How awesome."
The leader raised his knife and pointed it at the vendor standing on the ground, and gritted his teeth fiercely!
All the vendors and shop assistants have already shed tears of joy in their hearts, but at this juncture, happiness can easily lead to sadness. With the blessing of Tang Jun, we are so blessed, and it is easy to die if we act too happy and jump off. There is no guarantee that these cruel and dark gangsters will
You will not frantically pull on your back before dying, so you will be more likely to survive if you show a blank zombie face appropriately.
The leader shook his waterfall-like black beard and shouted: "Retreat!"
But at this time, it was too late to call for retreat. More than a hundred Tang troops had already drawn out a long line to stop them. It seemed that they were going to kill them all. The dust kicked up by the Dawan horses was as mighty as waves, and the iron armor was in the air.
There was a clicking sound while running, and the uniform black-hammered armor formed an iron barrier in front of the bandits.
The face of the bandit leader was particularly pale. It seemed that these were not the garrison soldiers with incomplete armor in the isolated cities on the Gobi Desert, but the best-equipped Long March athletes in the Anxi Army. Didn't the elite of the Anxi Army have already gone out to fight against the Tibetans?
Why does it appear in the Gobi Desert?
The bandits pulled their horses back in fear. They really couldn't figure out why they encountered the most elite Tang Army cavalry. Could it be that when they robbed the caravan a few days ago, they accidentally killed a prince from a small country in the Western Regions?
Li Siye held the Mo Dao in his hand and pulled the horse's reins. The black and fat horse's hoofs were raised in the air, showing off the most majestic side of his master.
He wore a silver-green mountain armor and a white cloak behind him. He stared at these bandits with indifferent eyes. Standing next to him were Duan Xiushi, Bai Xiaode, Yan Xiaosi, Tian Zhen, and Teng Mu.
The leader lowered his head and glanced at the second cabinet next to him, and ordered him to go out and negotiate. However, the second cabinet was frightened, fearing that he would be regarded as the first bird and be shot in the face, so he refused to move his horse out.
"Go quickly!" The leader held the sword in his hand and glared at the second cabinet and threatened.
On one side was the knife-wielding threat from Dagui, and on the other side was the wolf-like Anxi Army. The second cabinet had no choice, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and push forward.
"drive!"
As soon as he turned his horse and rushed out of the queue, he raised his hands, hunched his neck and shouted tremblingly: "Master! Don't shoot the arrow, don't shoot the arrow!"
"We are all poor people. We became desperation and joined bandits to make a living in the desert. I hope the military men can give us a way out. We will change our minds and start a new life."
He said such humble and kneeling words, completely throwing away the dignity of the desert bandits. Although the bandits behind him bowed their heads and felt ashamed, no one dared to speak out. Dignity is nothing in the face of life.
Li Siye frowned, what's going on with the traders behind you? If you don't flee here quickly, why are you still trying to watch the battle? I'll use a sword and a gun later to kill you all by mistake!
When the second counter saw Li Siye's expression, his heart beat rapidly. He thought he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly spoke: "Master Jun, no, Grandpa Tang Jun, we don't dare to go against you, let alone make any more ideas about the inn.
Please hold your hand high!"
The leader of the caravan here has gathered the team and scolded those who hesitated to stay in place and wanted to see the fighting: "Leng Gua, what are you looking at? Hurry up and leave!"
The guys pulled the camel, looked back, and whispered: "I have never seen the Tang army fighting, so I just want to see something new and go back to brag with them."
"Look at it! Haven't you heard that swords have no eyes? Don't lose your head watching the show!"
The leader kicked the guys on the buttocks and drove them deeper into the Gobi Desert.