All the knights who came down the mountain had already been captured, especially our Qin Chong hero, who shot down three mountain lions by himself, and the lion group that was following the refugees just now was almost wiped out.

Just as everyone was clapping their hands in celebration, they found Mazda. Mani's mount ran farther and farther.

When I looked closely, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Mani didn't have any feathered arrows, and only carried a Persian short knife used for slaughtering and tearing skins, but he didn't expect him to run down the mountain with him.

"Mazda! Mani! Be careful! Demir, who was standing on the hill and watching the battle, shouted loudly and with all her strength.

The Grande Chief, who had been with Demir to protect her, had rushed down the hill with us to save Mani.

It's a pity Mazda. Mani and the mountain lion chasing him were so far out of our arrows that they couldn't shoot their bows even if they were enough to shoot them.

The centaur and the mountain lion have been completely mixed together, and the feathered arrow has no eyes, and it is not necessary to accidentally shoot Mani.

In such a situation, the Persian boy could only ask for more blessings for himself.

The seven of us stood helplessly on our horses, watching the battle between man and beast in front of us, terrified and powerless, we could only fight for poor Mazda. Mani prayed silently.

I hope that God Almighty will help us ordinary people to bask in the splendor of God.

Grande slapped the back of his knife on horseback, and he told us that the Persian mountain lion only keeps its eyes on one target when hunting its prey, and there is still a chance to fight back.

Running away like Mani would only be a dead end, and the Persian horses, though galloping, were far from being the match for these mountain lions.

From a distance, the mountain lion had already run under Mani's horse, and tried to drag Mani off the horse again and again, but was repeatedly counterattacked by the opponent's fierce kicks.

So it seems that these bloodthirsty mountain lions are more inclined to cannibalism than humans and horses.

"Mani! Turn the horse's head around and come to us! Come on! Brother Langton shouted.

"Use the big tree in front of you to avoid that beast, then quickly turn around and run back!"

I didn't care that Mani didn't understand our language, and I began to howl, and Langton immediately passed on my advice in Persian.

Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, and Sha Mihan, who were good at shooting, already understood what I meant, and they hit their horses and interspersed with the high ground next to them.

As long as Mani's mount and the mountain lion could be separated a little, with the skill of these three men in a hundred steps, it should be easy to shoot the hateful one.

Once again, the Gulando's green luan came in handy, and the great bird had swooped down from the ridge of the mountain, hovering over the top of Mani and the mountain lion, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Just as the big cat leapt onto Mazdamoni's horse, and the Persian boy's life hung by a thread, the brute fell from the horse with a thud of the claws of the green luan's claws.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Mani turned his horse's head and galloped around the old tree towards us.

By the time the big cat had calmed down a little and was ready to catch up again, Qin Chong and the three of them had no longer given it this chance.

Three feathered arrows shot at the mountain lion from different directions with a whistling sound, and the big cat behind the arrow ran away in pain towards the hills and mountains to the east, but it fell heavily on the dry grass and could not get up again.

This is the end of the siege and suppression of the mountain lions, and Mazda, who has picked up a life. Mani jumped off his horse in a panic and gave us a few knocks in front of his mount.

The hungry and dying Persian exiles have come to regard us as bodhisattvas sent by the god Mazda to save the suffering, and they no longer go forward, but sit powerlessly in the wilderness and watch us fight with the mountain lions, waiting for our alms.

From time to time, the faint cries of women and children came to make people understand that they were not the Grim Reaper who came out of hell, but a group of living people who still had life and breath.

Demir and Gurandot had come down the hill, and the battle had given her more admiration for us merchants from the East.

Looking at these hungry and thirsty Persian comrades without a human form, Demir instructed Grande and Mani to take all the dry food and drinking water from their horses for emergency relief.

Although she wants us to do the same, she can't seem to open her mouth.

We are only passing merchants, not Persians, and have no such obligations.

Besides, there are still three or four days ahead, and it is not certain whether we can replenish supplies on the way.

"Brother, what should we do? Why can't you see death and not save it! Gulando, who couldn't see the poor man, was about to burst into tears.

"Come here, everyone, I can't call the shots on this matter alone!"

I clapped my hands and shouted, gathering Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, Shamihan, Langton, and Hesluer together.

"These Persians have their last breath left, and I don't think many of them will survive tonight without water or food! Grandpa Uncle Su and they have always told me that businessmen should have compassion, what should brothers do when they see us? ”

"If you can help, you can help them, and give them some of our provisions!"

"Even our little water and food can't save these people's lives! I'll have to think of something else! ”

"If you really can't do it, lead these people to the west together, and take them to Sbohan and hand them over to their government for disposal!"

Everyone gossiped, but they all had the same opinion, it was important to save people's lives first.

"Oh well! We only kept one day's water and horse feed, and gave them the rest! ”

I finally made a decision, and led my brothers and Gulando, who had taken out almost all the supplies, and went to the refugees to share water and food.

Some of the refugees were too weak to drink water, and we had to endure the smell of death and decay to help these poor people drink the batter made from the fried powder of drinking water in clay bowls.

"Shamihan! You lead Mani and Brother Langton to bring back all the lions they just hunted! Let these homeless people open meat at noon! Mountain lion barbecue! ”

After the food and water were distributed, I commanded Shamihan.

"Young master! I don't want to eat this lion meat! Shamihan took out the noose from his leather bag and laughed bitterly.

I understand what he means, these big cats grew up eating human flesh and drinking human blood, and eating such barbecue meat will have nightmares.

Not only did he not eat it, but all seven of us, including Miss Demir, I would advise against such a meaty dish.

But for these Persian refugees in front of them, there should not be such a taboo, and it is important to have a full belly and save their lives.

After a short effort, Shamihan and the others rode on their horses and dragged back the carcasses of the fifteen mountain lions scattered around.

Several young people from the refugee crowd who had recovered some strength also came out, helped collect firewood and set up four or five campfires.

Then these disemboweling mountain lions, like the usual barbecue cattle and sheep, are hung on the shelves, after a burst of burning hair, and the strange fishy smell of fat burning in the fire.

The fur is no longer picked, and a charred mountain lion skin bag can save several lives.

It doesn't take long for the barbecue feast to begin.

Several of the older refugees even cut off the best parts of the barbecue and offered it to us, so frightened that I folded my hands and declined their kindness.

"Young Lord of Jincheng, merciful messenger of light! May the gods of Mazda bless you! Amen! ”

When she was done, Demir came to my side and bowed deeply in thanks.

After a rush of work just now, our beautiful Mage Demir was already covered in gray marks.

"The benevolence of a businessman to save others and save himself is the ancestral motto of my caravan! Hehe, Miss's compassion and kindness also impress me today! ”

I had a good time with Demir, only to find out that Gurandot and Big Brother Langton were not around.

Without an interpreter, although I understood that Miss Demir was thanking me for my humility, no one understood what the other person really meant, and the conversation could not continue.

The lovely Demir laughed and gave me an affectionate hug, which flattered me for a moment.

"Brother! Come here! Come and see what this is! ”

On the grass in the distance, Gu Landuo and Qin Chong, Hesrul, and Big Brother Langton were looking for something.

The little sister was holding a stump of a tree root in her hand, and was shouting loudly to us with joy, and kept waving her hand for us to come and have a look.

"Brother, try it! What a taste! ”

As I got closer, Gulando happily shoved the turnip-shaped thing in his hand into my mouth.

"Cistanche! The sand around our Qingfengze Inn grows everywhere, and Grandma says it's a great tonic! Edible! And this one, isn't it a bit like sandy cassava? ”

I also know Cistanche, and this cassava-like rhizome tastes astringent, sweet, and watery, and has a bit of a radish flavor.

On the sand next to them, Langton, Mani, and Qin Chong were already sweating like rain and throwing off their arms, digging three feet into the ground with long knives as shovels.

It's really the road to heaven, and the nourishing and moisturized food is in the sand under our feet, and we have to endure the pain of hunger and thirst.

It seems that the gods of Mazda and the Buddhas of the West Heaven of Great Compassion are really manifested!

After eating Cistanche and its stems, Demir prayed with the most pious eulogy to the sun, praising the kindness of God Mazda and raining down on the terracotta.

So that these refugees in front of them have a way to live.