Demon?

Even these Di people are afraid of demons?

Princess Changle's ears stood up all at once.

"Huh?" "You mean, except for the corpses, everything else is gone?" ”

The second leader sitting below immediately nodded: "That's right! That's where the wickedness comes in. If you want to move all the things of a tribe, you need two or three times as many people and two or three times as many horses and carriages. But strangely here, there are no ruts around the baggage to be seen, only horseshoe prints, and they are very shallow. It doesn't look like you're leaving with a lot of goods. But those people were stripped of their clothes. You say that this thing is not evil. ”

There are also many legends on the grassland, since he can become the leader of the horse thief, this steppe man called Samba is not only a muscular guy, at least, his head is very good.

He asked, "Could it be the immortals on the Immortal Mountain?" ”

It's not that there is a Dao Gate in Daqi, there is a Demon Gate on the grassland that is comparable to the Dao Gate, and even forced the Dao Gate to retreat from the grassland. The people of the Central Plains call them the people of the Demon Dao, and they like to call themselves the Holy Gate, and they are also the gods of the grassland population.

The second leader shook the wine bag in his hand, grabbed a wine jar from behind the woman beside him, and said: "Immortals are immortals, how can they be rare in those tents, skins, and even tattered furs." Not to mention anything else, even the herdsmen who can't survive the winter will buy sesame oil for the gods when they have a spare amount of money in their hands. ......" is true. In fact, the herdsmen don't have much money in their hands, silver money or something. For them, there is no forage to come.

The situation is very similar to that of Daqi. In Daqi, as long as the farmers have a little spare money in their hands, they will accumulate little by little, ready to use it to buy fields. In addition to the expenses of the fields, there is probably only the money for sesame oil such as Taoist temples. On the grasslands, herders may have herds of cattle and sheep at home, but they really don't have money in their pockets. It is better to give them money than to give them fodder or give them people to tidy up the fodder by hand, so that they can have more cattle and sheep for the next year. As for the money exchanged with the caravan, they were of little use. The copper plate can also be melted into weapons. What can silver be used for? Often, when the left hand enters the silver coin, the right hand changes the sesame oil, and when he turns around, he donates it to the temple.

Will those high-flying immortals scarce the ragged clothes of the herdsmen?

Sketch out a superfigure in his head who is armed with a scimitar and can cut down several of them in one night, and with the slightest movement of his fingers, a large number of superfigures will fall on his side. He even peeled off the tattered fur of the herdsman and criticized himself......

Shaking his head, as if thinking of something terrible, the strange style of painting in his head was swept away, and the leader of the horse thieves threw aside this unreliable speculation: "What kind of wound is on the body of a dead man?" ”

The second leader said: "It's strange to say. There was a faint rumor that the wounds on those corpses did not look like they had been left by a scimitar. Nor are they left behind by arrows. It's a bit like the weapons of the rabbits in the south. Is it just that the rabbit in the south has such a heroic character? Those are all guys who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard, and they are very delicate. They have such a good ability, they have already gone to their capital to seek wealth, where will they come to the grassland to drink the wind! Besides, it was a large weapon, at least twenty or thirty pounds, and it would take a large living person to split it into symmetrical halves. To use such a heavy weapon freely, it should be a hero like the boss. But judging from the traces of horseshoe prints. Only two or three horses left in the whole battle, and the weight on horseback would definitely not exceed one hundred and fifty pounds. If it weren't. I don't think it's a big deal. ”

Twenty or thirty pounds of weapons are only used by legendary generals. To use such a heavy weapon, it is necessary to ride on a horse, and the requirements for the user are very high. And now in Daqi, there are very few generals who can do this. When Daqi had a military general of this level, it was also the most well-behaved time for the grassland people. For example, the general liked to use the spear. Although the amount is a little worse, the requirements for martial arts are not low.

When the general was alive, these steppe people were even cautious about doing business with Daqi.

I only heard the leader of the horse thieves say, "Is there such a thing? You don't want to sue me, this has happened here, right? ”

The second leader said: "Boss, don't say it." According to the women, there have been two similar incidents in the neighborhood, and both of them have happened recently. Once thirty miles to the east, once twenty miles to the north, and once in the direction we came. Taken together, these three places are like a birdcage, and now we are in this birdcage. ”

This was a bit taboo to say, and the leader of the horse thieves was immediately unhappy, and smashed a wine jar on the spot: "What do you say crookedly like a girl?" What is just in the cage head. You, the milk, the milk, the milk, the head of the cage! ”

At this moment, there was a commotion outside.

The leader of the horse thieves was also drunk, and he thought that his men were having a good time to make such a sound.

This is normal, there are always women and wine at the banquet of horse thieves, and naturally there are also screams, scolding and pleading voices of women, and killing people in public for fun is the banquet of most horse thieves. At the climax of the feast, the horse thieves would set fire to what they wanted and take whatever they wanted, and the rest, whether they were belongings, women, or prisoners who did not want to join them, were killed or burned to death.

This time too, the leader of the horse thieves thought that his men had begun to make fun of women again. And this kind of miserable howl obviously aroused the murderous nature in the body of the horse thief, and I saw the leader of the horse thief throw away the wine bag in his hand, and said: "Mom, what a thing!" This thing is much worse than the burnt knife in the south. Bunnies just have good stuff, beautiful women, and the strongest liquor! But we only have this grassland! But it doesn't matter, there are no women, we can go and rob, and without wine, we can also rob! Rabbits are useless like this - no, they are not even as good as rabbits, rabbits know how to fight eagles, and rats are better than them! As long as you scare them, don't be afraid that they won't obediently send good things! ”

As he spoke, he drunkenly grabbed a woman, and with a force on his hand, he broke the woman's neck: "Just like this, Lao Tzu only needs to use a little strength to slaughter those useless things in the south, and then ......"

The women inside the tent screamed. The screams of the women caused the tyranny of the other horse thieves inside the tent. They chased the fleeing women, some with scimitars and slashed at the women who passed by, and some took out bows and arrows and shot the women in sight on the spot.

For these horse thieves, the excitement is the main thing. There are not no women among the horse thieves, but the women who can stay among the horse thieves for a long time are either strong or covered, and they will not appear on such occasions. The woman who appeared on such an occasion was originally the plaything of the men present.

Princess Changle shrank in the corner, carefully curling up her hands and feet. Years of court life have allowed him to freely control whether he will become the focus of people or become a wallflower. And by his side, the only remaining aunt still guards him loyally, blocking the sight of others with her own body.

Princess Changle thought that today, like the past few days, would become a nightmare in the depths of his memory, allowing him to spend another night that could barely be seen in the morning.

At this moment, there was a "bang", as if something was something, and it slammed heavily on the tent. Princess Changle was sure that this voice was very different from what he had heard before, but he couldn't tell how it was different.

The leader of the horse thieves was provoked: "Little rabbit cub, I don't know how to find a place if I want to be lively, but I actually moved to Lao Tzu's head!" ”

The three leaders of the horse thieves swore and stood up with their knives in hand. He had cut down the two women who stood in his way, and when he reached the entrance of the tent, disgusted by the curtains, he saw a flash of light in the darkness, and the heads of the three chiefs were gone. The muscly body paused for a moment and fell on its back.

There was a sudden silence in the tent.

The horse thieves jumped up and looked for their cutlass and weapons, some grabbed their clothes and threw them over their bodies, and many more slashed at the women when they found them. They thought the women were too much of a hindrance.

A woman's head flew up like that and landed at Princess Changle's feet, staring straight at Princess Changle with dead eyes. Princess Changle recognized that this woman was the daughter of the previous tribal patriarch, and she was also the most proud woman beside the horse thief leader in the past two days.

Princess Changle still remembers that when she was robbed by that tribe, this woman brought someone to come over and despise herself, and rewarded herself with a whip. Even after she was gang-raped, it was this woman who dragged herself out of the tent and threw her directly on the grass.

Before this, Princess Changle gritted her teeth with hatred for this woman, and even imagined more than once that if she was in Daqi, he would definitely skin this woman.

But at this moment, Princess Changle's mind went blank.

He wanted to throw up, but reason told him that he couldn't do it. If the horse thieves pay attention to him, then he will definitely die.

Blood splattered inside the tent, and the pungent smell of blood went straight to Princess Changle's head, and Princess Changle's eyes were black, and she fainted.

He didn't know that not long after he passed out, the female officer who was covering him was also slashed, the entire back was cut, and the bones on the back were broken, but the woman did not say a word from beginning to end. Until death, the loyal female official was still using her body to protect her little master. (To be continued......)