The journey from Brahmana to the city of Herat via the Angbula Pass is marked in the map of the Mother of the Family: Borderland.

The people are barbaric and sparsely populated, they have not been educated in China, they do not know etiquette, righteousness and shame, no one converts to Buddhism, they are fearless of karma, and the world is in danger.

Just a small line of paraphrasing makes people feel creepy and cold in their backs.

It turned out that after the Kushan Empire was divided, it had no intention of ruling this place. The sword of Sassanid Persia has not yet arrived, and Eastern Rome, which has just been divided into countries, has no time to look eastward.

In addition, after the Silk Road trade route connecting the east and the west was connected, the north-south trade route from the Western Regions of China was merged into one here, and there were many merchants carrying gold and silver, and it became a paradise for mountain bandits and bandits from then on.

The shopkeeper told us that among the thieves who killed and sold the goods, retired soldiers from Eastern Rome and frustrated Manichaeans were the majority, and they were good at shooting guns and used to sneak attacks.

Therefore, all the merchants passing by from Bamiyan to the Angbula Pass, he suggested that they should buy some armor for themselves and their cattle and camels, in case of accidents on the way.

The shopkeeper's suggestion was very pertinent, and I decided to buy a set of soft armor for each rider who accompanied me.

Our trip to Rome is not to make money, but as the team leader, I want to ensure the personal safety of every guy and the little sister of Gulandot, and bring them back to Qingfeng Ze safely in the future.

Therefore, if you are prepared, you will not be in trouble, and the words of the store will completely enlighten me.

The armor shop, opposite the inn, was a Persian blacksmith shop.

Although the subjects of this Brahmana kingdom were poorly clothed and had coarse food, the craftsmanship of metallurgical wrought iron was very exquisite.

There are more than a dozen craftsmen in the blacksmith shop, and the sound of ping-pong ironing and forging is endless.

There are helmets, neck guards, chest pads, elbow pads, and leg guards, and the horse's protective body is an "iron net" connected by countless small iron chains.

An iron net, the neck, abdomen, and legs of the mount can be fully protected, and the exquisiteness is breathtaking.

Such iron clothes can be made fine and decent, why the human clothes used to cover shame and keep warm are so rough and casual, it is incomprehensible.

Maybe it's because of the abundance of materials, this place is rich in iron ore and there is no folk custom of raising silkworms and silk, so the people are good at making iron clothes and armor and will not tailor splendid silk clothes.

After the selected thin armor is worn on the body, the long coat with a wide body is covered, and there is no slightest bloat, and there is not too much sense of weight.

"Shop! We don't have much local currency with us, and we want to exchange the silk cloth of Middle-earth for your fine armor, I wonder if the eldest brother is willing? ”

After the transaction was completed, Grundot took two pieces of silk cloth and wanted to use them as the price of the armor we had purchased.

"Yes! Absolutely! Thank you, girl! The iron shop owner's eyes lit up with surprise.

The silk of the Great Han Kingdom, in the eyes of these foreign country natives, may be a neon dress that only kings and gods and Buddhas are worthy of.

As a token of gratitude, the Persian craftsman also gave each of us a long knife forged of fine iron.

In fact, I know that we have made too much money on this single transaction!

In Chang'an, Jiankang, and Luoyang in Middle-earth, such a delicate and invulnerable talisman is worth at least 100 gold, and generals above the rank of lieutenant in the army may not have such equipment.

And the market price of a piece of silk is less than one gold, so the transaction is a hundred times the profit!

Suddenly, I had the idea that in the future, when I came back from Rome, why not trade silk for fine iron armor between Middle-earth and this Brahmana? This is also a big business!

But if that were the case, this little Persian ironshop would not be able to organize the supply I needed.

Rare and valuable, it was not necessary that a fine armor would be a hundred times more expensive than silk at that time.

"Brothers! Borderlands is lawless! Haha, then let's be a reckless getaway from today! ”

Looking at the brothers and sisters around me who were ready to go, I couldn't help laughing proudly.

Qingluan still circled low in front of the horse team to find his way as he did before each departure.

Before leaving, we accepted the advice of Hesrul and Langton, and all of us changed into the black robes of the Persians, and our heads were wrapped in black scarves, exactly like the caravans of Sassanid Persia.

Because in the eyes of those Persian, Roman, and Kushan bandits, our Eastern Han Kingdom is a country full of gold and silver.

So there are too many risks in showing people with the face of the East.

Successive generations of Western merchants pilgrimage over the Tianshan Mountains and Green Mountains to the east to Chang'an, while few Eastern merchants went west to do business, which may also be one of the reasons.

"Good! The devil blocks and slays the demon, and the thief blocks and kills the thief! But by the command of the young master! Qin Chong came happily and immediately roared!

At the moment when Dawan Wuqing's hooves took off, Qin Chong, who was holding the reins in one hand and a long knife in the other, had the posture of Hou Hengdao, the champion of the year, who immediately took the Huns.

The trip to the Buddhist country, where there were few beautiful women and few thrills, made this old guy become more and more depressed and unable to lift his spirits.

Now that he heard that we were about to enter a lawless realm, Qin Chong suddenly woke up like a big dream, and his whole body was full of murderous aura.

"Big brother, you're going to conquer the nations! Grandpa repeatedly told us businessmen to be restrained and serious in everything, and not to be arrogant and arrogant! You're good! I hate to let everyone in the world know how capable you are! ”

Gu Landuo's reprimand caused a burst of laughter from Liu Zhen'er, Sha Mihan and others, and Qin Chong also took back the murderous aura that erupted in frustration.

"Little sister! If I had the 100 men and horses of the original caravan, and the men who were as good as my grandfather and Menbat, I could also be restrained and low-key! But there are only seven of us in total, and if we don't show our strength, we will only become fish to be slaughtered in that borderland! There are clouds in the art of war: the virtual is the real, the weak is strong, this is the truth! ”

Before leaving, I hit the morale of the army, this little girl doesn't know the height of the sky, and I have a little headache.

"Miss, what the young master said is right, those thieves are all jackals on the grassland, there is no humanity to speak of, the weaker you are, the more it will bully you! But if we are tough, those thieves will be afraid and stay away! ”

Langton saw our brother and sister arguing, and quickly eased the atmosphere.

He was the oldest man in the group, a Persian, who had traveled north with the Babylonian caravan fifteen years earlier, and was therefore more familiar than anyone else.

"Since Brother Langton has said so, brother, you can do it yourself!"

Gulandot also felt that what Langton and I said made sense, but she didn't want to admit her mistake, so she beat her horse and went to Qingluan, who was chasing her.

"We don't cause trouble, but we are not afraid of it, and we go our own way on the road! Let's go! ”

Worried that my little sister had been wronged, and that I was bullying her in partnership with Brother Langton, I quickly hung the scabbard of the Persian long knife on the saddle and gave the order to go on the expedition.

Our horse team crossed the last westward pass in the Hindu Kush Mountains and completely walked out of the boundaries of the Brahmana Buddha Kingdom.

As far as the eye can see, the endless hills and mountains are full of green grassland pastures.

An ancient road that stretched from the direction of Fahrenheit City in the East and the trade road we walked through became one, extending westward and disappearing into the depths of the vast sea of grass.

And at the end of it, it should be the next destination, the city of Herat.

Although it was already afternoon, the mist on the hills and grasslands had not yet dissipated, and it seemed ethereal and quiet in the sunlight.

Such a peaceful place makes it impossible to imagine that behind the blue sky, green grass and colorful clouds, there are still so many killings and crimes.

Before we set out, we agreed that we would not stay overnight in the wild shops on the way, and that we could buy the supplies we needed from the indigenous herders or hunt them, in addition to the naan biscuit meat we had brought with us.

So when we passed by the first Chemano store, which consisted of several felt bags, we didn't hesitate to speed past.

After wading through a river of sand flowing northward, I was attracted by a crowded pile of pecking vultures in the meadow in the distance.

"Young master, a lone merchant has been robbed and killed!" Hesrul sighed sadly as he pointed to the vultures.

"Let's go, let's go!"

I handed over the horses to Gu Landuo, and together with Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, and Sha Mihan, I left the right path and ran towards the place of the incident.

Half of it is curiosity, and the other half is to see if you need to do something yourself.

When the vultures saw the arrival of the living creatures, they flew to the hills not far away, staring at us.

A bloody breath came to his face, and it was obvious that the killing had not been long in coming, and the wound of a body was still foaming with blood.

A total of three deceased people have been looted, leaving nothing behind, and even their clothes have been stripped of themselves.

"Amitabha!" I clasped my hands together and prayed to the heavens, holding back the feeling of gagging.

No wonder my grandfather once said that walking on the rivers and lakes, those vultures who perform sky burials are the only benevolent ones, and I believe it now.

Sha Mihan and the others even beat their horses and withdrew from an arrow, and Liu Zhen'er had already jumped off the horse, clubbing the scabbard and beating in disgust.

When they hit the road again, they were no longer the high-spirited appearance they had before, and everyone squeaked for a long time with a heavy heart.

As the sun was setting, we passed a tribe of indigenous shepherds, with a hundred and ten felt bales scattered along a flowing river.

There were more than 500 men, women and children, grazing and eating together, and under the orderly arrangement of the tribal chiefs, they lived a life without quarrel with the world and did not know the country.

Perhaps it is the collective strength of such tribal clans, coupled with the fact that they have nothing of value other than cattle and sheep, that these natives have survived in this world of the jungle.

Gulandau took out two pieces of stone salt and exchanged it for a fat sheep from the indigenous shepherd.

Behind an uninhabited hill surrounded by an open hill far from the trade routes, we pitched our tents, unloaded our horses' skins, and let the horses graze freely on the grassy slopes.

Brother Langton began to slaughter the sheep, and we went around to find some dead branches of bushes, and lit a bonfire with kindling.

The fat sheep waiting on the bonfire emitted an enticing fragrance, and the sky was already full of stars.

Everyone in the Borderlands was at risk, and it was a sleepless night for me as a first-time leader.