Why is he called a bandit, because the forces on the side do not recognize him as legitimate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

You call me a white bandit, I call you a black bandit, the big ones have become the climate, they have occupied many cities, the small groups are fighting and making small troubles, and those who occupy a small hill and a small county are also happy.

Everyone was fighting, and it was a little more lively than the era in the commentary on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that Gu Zheng used to like to listen to.

And the original owner who hired him is now in the power of a gang, and their force is called horse bandits.

This horse bandit is very powerful, they are different from those forces outside, the members of the horse bandit are very simple, they are all organized by the younger generation of people in this province called Gan Province.

And Gan Province is also very famous in this world, that is, the cavalry that is rough, fierce and famous in other provinces since ancient times.

The men of Gan Province, equestrianism is a skill that has been passed down from generation to generation.

No matter how old a man is, as long as he steps on a horse, he is the bravest knight.

In addition, the people of Gan Province have been begging for a living on horseback since ancient times, and after generations of inheritance, even the body and physique of people have changed in response to Darwin's theory of evolution and towards being more suitable for life on horseback.

For example, their legs are usually not long, and there is a slight O-shaped tendency, and for example, the skeleton of their upper and lower limbs is relatively thick, and they are more able to adapt to the life of riding on horses for a long time than ordinary people.

Of course, no matter how strong the combat ability of a single soldier is, it can't stand up to the large number of others, so to what extent are the horse bandits in Gan Province popular?

Gu Zheng can tell you responsibly through his own memory that the horse bandits here are soldiers who travel hundreds of miles a day when they get on their horses, and farmers who hold dung baskets when they get off their horses.

When something big happens, the most ordinary men hidden in the villages in all directions will take the mounts that are never allowed to do rough work in the family, turn over their horses, and make a few whistles in their mouths, and they can gather a small team at the entrance of the village.

Coming like lightning and going like the wind, that's how flexible it is.

In addition, the border between Gan Province and other provinces is just blocked by a Qi Mountain that stretches for thousands of miles and has a high altitude.

It also provides a natural barrier for this paradise of horse bandits.

Last but not least, this place is in the middle of nowhere, and apart from the medicinal herb merchants and traders, there are no other forces that usually target this land that is not rich in products.

It stands to reason that such horse bandits are the easiest to survive in such a chaotic environment.

Because the reason why they gathered together is not as complicated as the gangs fighting for power outside, they just want to have the ability to protect themselves in this troubled world.

What's more, the work of the horse bandits can also earn income to support their families who are not wealthy?

Yes, these young people in Gan Province, when it is time to be slack, will spontaneously ride their most proud mules and horses towards the hinterland of Gan Province, Weiwolf Mountain.

There, there was the stockade that their caravan used to repair, and it was also where they were most convinced of Martha's master.

When it comes to farming, it is always right to come and join the big boss.

Because every time this season, it is the day when the medicinal herb merchants, ore merchants, horse dealers and leather traders outside the Qishan Mountain enter the mountain to buy goods.

Here, there are a lot of jobs waiting for them to take over.

In this vast desert Gobi Province intertwined with endless red clay mountains, if there were no horse bandits who were very familiar with the local terrain as guides and bodyguards to escort goods, then there would be only two of these merchants.

One is lost in the vast wilderness, or can't even find a supply point, and dies of starvation and thirst on the way.

Or, or by a small group of mountain bandits who came out of an unknown corner, they were taken up the mountain to bring goods to the people.

Naturally, the goods could not be recovered, and if they encountered a vicious one, even human bones might be thrown into the cracks of the ravines.

From the point of view of safety and convenience, it was very cost-effective for caravans to hire horse bandits to transport this long-lasting cargo.

Because these horse bandits are all natives of Gan Province, they know the roots, and this is the business that the Ma Da master has been operating in Weiwolf Mountain for many years. In addition, the combat effectiveness of these horse bandits is extremely strong, and they are more suitable for the complex and changeable terrain here, and even on the steep winding mountain road, the experienced horse bandits can ride the mounts under them quickly, which is much more useful than those dart masters who have spent a lot of money from outside the mountain.

Therefore, the business of the horse bandits is naturally good, and every young man who is willing to work hard and work hard, when he returns home at the end of the agricultural slack, will carry a few large tickets in his pocket.

It stands to reason that this kind of gangsters who are not in the way of others are still very amazing, even if the forces from other provinces want to infiltrate and pocket this territory, they should be co-opted and co-opted.

After all, these simple men should not be much danger to their kind of people who use other parts to grow their eyes except for their mouths to eat.

However, this horse bandit who Gu Zheng has served for many years will soon face the tragic situation of more than ninety percent of the young and strong members dying and basically annihilating.

Yes, this time Gu Zheng, his identity is an old man who has served in this cottage of Weiwolf Mountain for many years, and he has been working here since the old master was alive.

There is neither the burden of a child's family, nor the fixed property of land and houses, and there is no father, mother, child, daughter, and he is alone.

I think when he was young, his family suffered a disaster, and he was kindly taken in by the old master, as a person with mediocre riding skills and taciturn words, the reason why he stayed in Weiwolf Mountain for so many years was because of his true skills.

Serving the livestock.

This silent, inconspicuous man as inconspicuous as grass on the side of the road, has the unique skill of feeding cattle with one hand.

But all the horses that have grown up through his hands are not only smooth and smooth in appearance and body, and their limbs are strong, but also the strength of the horses is three points stronger than those raised by ordinary people.

Therefore, even if Gu Zheng is alone in the village and rarely gets along with the group, the insiders in the cottage have never despised him.

What conflict can you have with a man who feeds a good horse?

This silent middle-aged man rarely even appears in front of the other gangs in the cottage.

For Gu Zheng in the past, the old owner of the village had a great kindness to him, and he had no ability to do it, so he carefully fed the livestock in the village, and repaid him for a lifetime as a cow and a horse, and he was regarded as a return of kindness.

And before the owner of the old village died, he was still thinking about him, and sent someone to find him to say a few words before the bedside, which made the former Gu Zheng, who had no sense of existence, even more grateful.

Often such a man is a righteous person.

You treat me with sincerity, I can't repay it, the benefactor is gone, but his son is still there.

As long as I, Gu Zheng, live for a day, I will continue to feed the horses to the young master.

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The white curtains were hung up, and the stockade spontaneously draped in sackcloth, and Gu Zheng, who was in the horse farm on the slope of the mountain, just wrapped a white cloth around his head, his face expressionless.