A team of men and horses marched mightily through the desert, their hooves kicking up a cloud of sand and dust. In front of the centaurs was a hill, and the procession galloped in a conical shape, as if in a racing show.

At the other end of the dune, a caravan was slowly advancing, dozens of guards vigilantly watching. The guards soon spotted the men and horses on the hill, but the bandits kept moving, brandishing their scimitars and charging towards the caravan.

"There's a bandit!" shouted the guard, who lined up in an orderly formation to meet the enemy. But the bandits were moving too fast, and before the formation of the guards could be set, the scimitar of the leader of the bandits was already flashing with cold light, dancing in front of the guards' necks......

In a flash of blood, the infantry team was only defeated by a wave of cavalry charges. For merchants, the desert is like a jewel, and if you can reach the nearest oasis, you can make a lot of money, but there are also dangers lurking in the desert. Sand bandits are one of the most common crises. So every time a merchant travels, he has to hire a mercenary group to protect himself and his goods.

The captain of the mercenary is a middle-aged man, and as a mercenary who can be ranked in the Imperial Capital Mercenary Union, he is obviously not so easy to be defeated by the sand bandits. A sand bandit rushed towards the mercenary captain on horseback, his eyes fixed on the horse's hooves and the scimitar in the bandit's hand. When the scimitar was close, he squatted down sharply, and slashed at the horse under the crotch of the sand bandit with his long sword. The horse's front hooves shattered, and the knight on the horse lunged forward uncontrollably, and the captain made up for it with another sword, killing the bandit.

Noticing the sacrifice of his companion, one of the bandits screamed and rushed towards the mercenary captain. The mercenary captain rushed towards the knight without fear. When the two were about to collide, the captain avoided it, and then stretched out a hand, and dragged the knight off his horse, and the horse, which had lost its rider, galloped into the depths of the desert, and the sand bandit who had been dragged off his horse died under the captain's sword.

The leader of the sand bandits had been observing the battlefield, and he didn't expect that he had actually encountered a hard bone this time. Although the cavalry has an advantage over the infantry, the horse is not so clever after all. Maybe it will be successful in the end this time, but if the cost is the loss of more than half of the manpower, it can be said that the gain still outweighs the loss.

So the leader of the bandits moved, and rushed towards the captain of the guard. At this moment, the captain was busy dealing with another deadly sand bandit, and the leader of the sand bandit did not make a sound, and quietly approached the captain like a poisonous snake.

The sand bandit opposite the captain was not as easy to deal with as the previous ones. He is the second-in-command of the gang and will take over the position of leader in the future. Riding a horse was not flexible enough, so the bandits chose to dismount and engage the captain in hand-to-hand combat. The two of them come and go, fighting inextricably, although every attack is an attack on the opponent's vital point, or the other party is hiding or blocking, neither of them can leave a wound on the other's body.

The leader of the sand bandits arrived, riding a chestnut horse, as if riding on the flowing sand. The captain and the sand bandits were fighting fiercely, and his back was unsuspecting in front of the sand bandit leader. Naturally, the leader did not hesitate, and the scimitar brought up a blood arrow.

The caravan was routed. The merchant who had been hiding behind the small sand dunes was pulled out and brought to the bandit leader. The leader of the sand bandits killed him with a single sword.

This is a caravan from the imperial capital, and only the imperial capital sits in the entire Changxia and can trade freely with other cities. The Western Desert has never eaten fresh fish caught in the East China Sea, even for the royal family. There were many good things in the imperial capital, silk cloth, mellow wine, and fresh fruit—this is what the desert lacks—and if it were sold in the bazaar, a silver coin would be exchanged for a few fresh fruits. The leader of the sand bandits picked up a fruit and took a bite, and the juice flowed in his mouth, so sweet.

"Eat, drink!" the bandit leader ordered.

Only then did the men relentlessly cheer, for their dead brother was not something to worry about at all. The sanders were born in the desert, and naturally they should die in the desert.

It is said that the inhabitants of the desert have 50 percent sand in their bodies, not 70 percent water in their bodies, like us.

Because only the sand can make the boundless Gobi Desert its own place and adapt to it. Legend has it that the sandmen are called sandmen because they are able to breathe under the sand, just like a fish in water. No one knows how the rumors came out, because the singer always has to add a sentence after telling this mysterious story - "Everyone who has seen the sand swimmer is dead." ”

The leader of the bandits took a bag of wine from the cart, and he was going to drink it. As a sand bandit, they always live a few days of cheerfulness after the success of the dart, and when the food and drink are almost gone, it is the next time they go out to rob the dart. In their own words, the sand bandit is a poisonous snake in the desert, a prey can be digested for a while, and when the next attack is finished, it is the power of thunder again.

The leader of the sand bandits threw his head back and drank refreshmently, and a dagger burst out of the sand and pierced the throat of the sand bandit leader. The wine was swallowed from his mouth, and then from the place where his throat had been pierced, mingling with the red blood.

The desert suddenly began to resist, and dagger after dagger burst out from under the sandband's feet, each aimed at the vital point.

Seven sand bandits, seven daggers, clean and neat.

The desert was quiet again, and there was no more for the wheels of the caravans marching or the shouts of the bandits for food. If it weren't for the caravans, the blood still gushing from the wounds, this would be a desert that no one had ever set foot in.

A small sandbag slowly rises on the flat sand, and the sand continues to flow from the top of the sandbag to all sides due to gravity. The first to appear was a head of black hair, followed by a fool's dark skin, and a pair of black eyes. The person who emerges from the sand is wrapped in a loose garment, like all desert dwellers would wear, to shade the sun and keep the air flowing.

When the first man came out of the desert, one after another sandbags slowly bulged, and lurking under the sand were five sturdy adult men, five men, seven daggers, and seven lives.

"You see, I did a great job. As soon as the younger one emerged from the sand, he couldn't wait.

The older one walked past him and pulled out the dagger that pierced the throat of the bandit, a pair of daggers in his hand like two skilled dancers, jumping back and forth: "It's amazing, but I did it twice as well." ”

The young man was not convinced, and immediately fought back: "That's because I can only assassinate one! If you miss, I will definitely make up for a cake dagger as soon as possible." ”

"No, it won't. The older man smiled, "I'm saying I won't miss." ”

"Everybody misses sometimes. The young man swore by it.

"Prince Kansha didn't miss a shot. The elder glanced at the prince, who had also picked up the two daggers and brought them back to his waist, his eyes full of relief.

Prince Kansha noticed the exchange between the two, walked to the young man's side, and said, "Anyone will miss, even me, if I don't miss this time, there will always be someone who will miss next time." ”

"No! no!" the young man immediately denied: "Prince Kansha will never miss!"

The other three laughed, but the prince frowned and whispered, "These sand bandits are becoming more and more rampant, do they want to completely break the trade chain of the desert?"

"We'll stop them, the serpents of the desert, and make the sand bandits fearful!" said the young man.

"Well said, Liaosha. The prince nodded at the young man. In the next month, the desert will be guarded by you, and I have to go to a place and do something. I was reluctant, but a mission is a mission. “

"Who gave the assignment?" asked the older man with concern.

Prince Kansha mounted the horse of a sand bandit and said, "Who else?" I don't want to go back to the sand again, Liaosha, remember to bring everything back, and the horses too. ”

After saying that, the prince grabbed the horse's belly and walked away.