Thud thud —
Thud thud —
The sound of horse hooves sounded in unison.
At the same time they lifted up and fell down at the same time, like a gust of wind pouncing towards the caravan.
They were clearly a group of bandits, but after robbing and killing for a long time, they unexpectedly had the power and courage of a regular army.
They were dressed in tight black clothes and a black robe.
Like a black whirlwind, sweeping up smoke and dust that filled the sky.
There were no messy shouts, nor were there any threatening shouts. Even the rapid breathing made people feel that it was so quiet and calm.
Their bodies were bent over the horse's back, trying their best not to make any noise.
Only the slender saber raised high up in the air exposed their identity as the reaper of death.
Their horsemanship was excellent, their bodies moving up and down along with the galloping horses. Without using their hands, they purely used their legs to control the horse.
From far to near, in a split second.
Just a moment ago it was a sea of black figures, but now it was possible to see their unfamiliar faces, and the sinister expression on each unfamiliar face — —
They were more terrifying than blood wolves, more vicious than demons.
Gan Yang's face was cold and stern, constantly licking his dry and cracked lips with his tongue. This was a habitual action of his, every time he encountered danger or when he was nervous, he would naturally do this.
Desert bandits have been wreaking havoc for thousands of years, just like the profession of escorts, they also have a heritage.
As the saying goes, rely on the mountain to survive, rely on the sea to survive. The human race living in the desert has no way to survive, they can only rely on robbing and killing to accumulate wealth for generations to come. Therefore, robbing and killing became an honorable and necessary means of livelihood for them.
Desert bandits have to survive, so they have to rob and kill.
Escorts also have to survive, so they have to protect the goods and sacrifice themselves.
Since ancient times, these two groups have been opposing each other.
There is no hatred, but they won't stop until one side is dead.
Gan Yang has dealt with desert bandits many times, many of his brothers were killed by desert bandits when they were protecting the goods, died in front of his eyes — — including Gan Liang's father.
That sense of frustration, that sense of powerlessness, made him cry bitterly in his dreams at night time, unable to calm down.
However, in the past they only encountered small groups of desert bandits. Twenty to thirty people, at most thirty to fifty. After a round of charging, killing and robbing, they would turn around and retreat.
This time, it was different. There were more than a hundred desert bandits.
He didn't know what kind of goods they were escorting this time, but he remembered the medicine magnate of Guanzhong, Bai Fengrui, had a serious talk with the old escort leader, and then the old escort leader had invited him into the inner chamber, telling him to bring all the brothers of the escort agency to ensure the safety of the goods this time. With just one round trip, their escort agency would be able to come back from the dead, and the families of those brothers who had died would also be able to live more comfortably.
Obviously, the goods were worth a lot of money. These desert bandits, on the other hand, had smelled the scent of blood and were ready to make a big deal.
They couldn't lose the escort this time. If they lost it, they wouldn't be able to pay for it. The escort agency would be finished, and all of them would be finished as well.
"Brothers, why have we come?" Gan Yang roared with a sharp voice. He didn't understand what was going on. His throat had suddenly become like this. It was as if someone had burned him with heat. "We are not doing this to protect our country, nor is it to protect this escort — – we just want to earn some food for our family. The goods were safe, and everything was in place. The goods are lost, the escort agency is finished, and we're all finished. "
Gan Yang drew out the broadsword hanging from his waist and shouted: "There's nothing to say, it's the same as before — Attack."
"Attack." The numerous escorts gathered around Gan Yang each drew out their swords and shouted. Although the number of people on this side was small, their momentum was not weak.
"Kill." Gan Yang took the lead, urging his horse to charge forward with his sword in hand.
"Kill." The numerous escorts also urged their horses to attack.
Cutting off a person's road to wealth was like killing their parents. This was a deep hatred, how could they not fight with all their might?
Of course, the desert bandits also thought the same.
Without any intention of slowing down, just as they were about to collide with the escorts led by Gan Yang, the desert bandits sped up again. The potential of their horses was brought into full play.
"Kill." The leader's face was stern and stern, a cold word was revealed between his teeth.
"Kill." The black-robed men raised their swords and charged towards Gan Yang and the others.
Clang — -
Gan Yang and the black-robed man slashed their swords at each other and then passed by each other.
Gan Yang only felt the power between his thumb and forefinger, his chest was agitated. But the black-robed man had already charged into their formation and continuously beheaded Gan Chao and Wang Xiaode.
The opponent was a master, their strength was not on the same level.
The other black-robed bandits charged into the escort team, like wolves entering a flock of sheep, chopping down the escorts who only know a few simple martial arts or just want to rely on their strength to earn a bowl of rice, one after another they fell off their horses.
Gan Yang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, with a loud roar, he turned his horse around and charged towards the black-robed bandits again.
To capture the bandits, first capture the leader. As long as he could behead the leader of the bandits, he would certainly be able to shake the army's morale and make them return empty-handed.
"Die." Gan Yang clenched his teeth and roared. The feeling of despair came again, the feeling of trying your best to kill your opponent, but no matter how hard you try, you still can't do it, it makes you fall into a state of hysteria and madness.
Whoosh — -
Once again, they crossed paths.
Gan Yang's treasured moon blade slashed towards the chest of the black-robed man, while the black-robed man's saber also slashed towards his head.
It was a method of fighting with one's life.
Gan Yang knew that he was not the opponent of the black-robed man, he was willing to exchange his own death for a life. He hoped that this would be able to give his people and his brothers a chance to live.
Screech — -
Gan Yang flew through the air, he saw his horse, he also saw his own body.
His maroon horse dragged its huge body as it galloped forward. It didn't notice that they had dropped anything.
What flew through the air was his head. His head was severed by the saber and tossed into the air.
He watched helplessly as his horse and body galloped further and further away, until they finally disappeared without a trace.
Pa — -
His head fell to the ground, his eyes wide open.
"Uncle Gan — -" Gan Liang was fighting with a black-robed bandit. Seeing Gan Yang's tragic death, his movements came to a halt and he shouted.
But because of this pause, the bandit took the opportunity to slash his saber across his back.
Like being bitten by an ant, he did not feel any pain at all.
"Uncle Gan — - Uncle Gan — -" He roared, yelled, turned his horse around and charged towards Gan Chao's head. The simple and honest youngster had forgotten the danger of the battlefield, the terror of killing. He just wanted to run to his uncle, hold his head and burst into tears.
After his father died, Uncle Gan was the hope of his family. He was the only shoulder he could rely on, his closest and dearest family member. He was the man who replaced his father in his heart.
However, he was now dead in front of him, his head was chopped off — -
The bandit was covered in blood, his eyes cruel, he thought Gan Liang was trying to escape, so he spurred his horse to chase after him, raising his saber that was still dripping with blood as he charged towards Gan Liang.
"Gan Liang, hurry run — — hurry run — -" Li Muyang was so anxious he was about to go crazy.
He jumped down from the carriage, clutching wildly at his side.
He caught hold of the Understand Heaven Sword.
It's really strange, no matter where he fell, the Understand Heaven Sword always followed him, tightly fastened to his belt.
He unsheathed his long sword and charged towards the bandit in black who was chasing after Gan Liang.
Just one round, just one round, these damn bandits, these butchers that are going to go to hell, almost slaughtered the guards who were still alive and kicking just a moment ago.
The burly man said to him with a worried look on his face: I saved you from the mangrove forest, you owe me a favour. I don't want you to owe me anything else, just live well. Live a long, long life.
The big brother with acne all over his face was called Huang Xuan, he handed him a metal kettle and said: Drink some water to moisten your throat, this kettle is clean, I haven't drunk it yet — -
The youngster with bright black eyes said to him proudly: One day I will also go to Jiangnan city and bring a long escort team there.
There were also some people who talked to him, but when they didn't know what to say, they kindly smiled at him.
They have wives, children and families that need to be taken care of. They have flesh and blood, they are living people.
However, they were chopped to death by the demons in the desert, their heads separated from their bodies.
In the blink of an eye, in the time it takes to drink a mouthful of water.
They were all dead.
Li Muyang felt like he was going crazy.
Hate!
Hate!
Hate that his blood was boiling, hate that his body was trembling.
He ran as fast as he could, as fast as he could.
He ran faster and faster. He ran faster than the horses.
He caught up with the bandit in black, his body leaping high into the air.
Then he lifted the Understand Heaven Sword and slashed at his back.
The bandit in black sensed the danger behind him, he turned around in horror, his sabre dripping with blood trying to block.
Clang — -
His sabre was chopped into two, like a twig being cut off.
Cha — -
His body was cut in half, like a piece of tofu being cut open.
Both sides of his face were still filled with fear. He finally experienced the despair of the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
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