Chapter 509: Suppressing Bandits

The Indus River originates in Tibet, flows westward through Xiaobolu, and then turns southwest to flow into the Arabian Sea, where it travels more than 3,000 miles from its turning point to the mouth of the sea, forming an alluvial plain of the river valley and supporting millions of people.

The valley plain is bounded by Tocharian and the mountain ranges, but it is not cut off, especially in the northwest, where the mountains run in a sloping north-south direction, and the two caravans can easily travel along the passage between the mountains. The traffic arteries and the complex terrain have become a breeding ground for horse bandits, although the big cannibals have spared no effort to kill, but the barren Tocharian has continuously provided a new force for the horse bandits, and the horse bandits are like leeks, cutting a stubble and growing a stubble, and the big cannibals have no choice but to let it go over time.

Without the control of the Great Cannibals, the Horse Bandit Gang quickly rose to prosper, even threatening the security of the countries of the River Valley. Among them, the bandit leader Shaarawi was the most powerful and arrogant, and he was no longer satisfied with petty fights on the trade routes, and often crossed the border into the countries of the valley to burn, kill and loot, and did all kinds of evil, which caused a big headache for the countries of the valley.

Compared with other peers, Shaarawy's IQ stands out from the crowd, he understands the importance of information, and he has eyeliner all over the corner, and he will make a decisive attack to make a big profit when he seizes the opportunity, coming and going like the wind, and it is quite difficult to catch him.

Recently, eyeliner from all over the world has brought an important message to Shalawi, and the king seems to be preparing a large caravan, which is said to carry a large amount of gold and silver treasures to Ningyuan to buy silk and other goods.

Upon receiving this news, Shaarawi was ecstatic, and after joy was worried. If a fat sheep comes from his neighbors, can he not like it? The worry is, how can the fat sheep obediently pass through the mountain road he controls? There are more than a dozen large and small passages between the secret and Tocharo, and although he occupies the most convenient road, his fierce reputation is so bad that the merchants are afraid of him, and even a secret monarch may not dare to choose to pass under his nose.

Further news came to his heart, and the secret prince had formed an escort and would personally escort the caravan on the road to the Wuyang Avenue under his jurisdiction.

Shaarawi didn't care about an army of the Secret Division at all, and in terms of combat effectiveness, the five hundred cavalry under his command could easily defeat an army ten times his size. Therefore, the three words of the escort team were directly ignored by him.

After waiting nervously for two days, as the figure of the fat sheep appeared on Wuyang Avenue, Shaarawy's mood was finally settled!

Wuyang Avenue, as the name suggests, can only get the favor of the sun at noon during the day, and the rest of the day, the sun is blocked by the high mountain peaks and cannot shine inside. The dim light helps the bandits to set up ambushes.

"It's coming!"

The horse bandits crouched on the mountainside, staring at a long dragon at the foot of the mountain with wide eyes, and could not hide the joy on their faces.

The long dragon consisted of two hundred and fifty wagons and two hundred camels. After silently counting them, Shaarawi couldn't help but be amazed, he had never seen such a large caravan, and the wealth of the Lost Secret Department could be glimpsed from it. Well, the big chests on each carriage must have contained gold and silver treasures! Shaarawy soon drooled again.

"Kill!" Shaarawy couldn't wait any longer, and took the lead in jumping on his camel and rushing down the mountain, his strength was not enough to wipe out the entire caravan, and he could grab as many as he could.

Then, as Shaarawi had expected, hundreds of caravan guards did not dare to meet the battle, and at the shouts of their commander, they panicked and hid on the other side of the wagon and camel, trying to put up a stubborn resistance.

The speed of the condescending charge was very fast, and in a few breaths, the figure of the horse bandits was already two hundred paces away.

At this moment, the lids of the boxes on the carriage were suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a crossbow appeared, and sharp arrows were aimed at the horse bandits who were shouting wildly. Unfortunately, in the dim light, the horse bandits could not see the deadly arrows that were ready to fire in the chest.

In order to intercept as much wealth as possible and reduce the number of fish that slip through the net, Shaarawi directs his men to form a wavy line to pounce on the target. The wavy line was directly facing the wagon, providing a good view to the crossbowmen in the wooden crates on the wagon.

Sharawy was alarmed to hear the horn, and then he felt a myriad of black shadows rushing towards him, colliding violently with his men.

Screams erupted, the charging horse bandits flipped on their backs, and on the hillside, a large number of knights on war horses were rolling and sliding instead of riding down the slope, and where they went, stones and dirt fell one after another in accordance with the tide, stirring up dust in the sky.

Shaarawi suddenly understood that the box was not a tempting treasure, but a deadly killer, and he didn't know what mysterious weapons these killers used, but he knew that this weapon was terrifying, enough to kill him two hundred paces away. However, his situation was quite awkward, he was on the road, on the way to charge, on the way to rush down from the height, it was impossible to stop, it was impossible to turn, and there was no choice but to rush to the target.

Depressed struck Shaarawy's heart, and he began to panic, and the target was not a caravan, but a complete trap. He could clearly see that the guards lined up on the other side of the wagons and camels fired rows of arrows, which flew into the sky, turned around and fell, piercing his ranks accurately. Finally rushed to the distance of more than ten steps of the carriage, and the killers in the box released another round of arrows, and this time, the sharp weapon in the killer's hand finally came out, it was the legendary crossbow, but it was only one size smaller.

The only thing that made Shaarawi fortunate was that he was still intact and rushed to his target first, next to a carriage.

Unfortunately, his luck came to an end, and on the carriage, in the wooden box, a soldier stood up, holding a small crossbow, aimed at him. Shaarawi was quite brave, and as the bolts were fired, he threw his scimitar at the enemy soldiers......

No way!

Shaarawi clutched his hands around his neck, trying to vent his horror and doubts loudly, but he couldn't get his wish, a crossbow bolt stuck in his throat, blood dripping down his fingers, and in his dilated pupils, his killer disdainfully removed a scimitar embedded in his armor and threw it back with contempt......

Not all bandits were brave enough to move forward, and when they saw that the momentum was not right, some jumped off their mounts and climbed up the hill with their hands and feet.

A horse rushed out from behind the carriage until it reached the front of the steep slope, dismounted, drew his bow, set up his arrows, aimed, and fired, and the movements were skillful and coherent, and a series of feathered arrows flew towards the target, and the arrows bit the flesh and pierced the thighs of the fleeing man.

"Clean up the battlefield, no one is allowed to escape!" The sharpshooter gave the order to the soldiers who were rushing behind him.

The battlefield has been cleared, and none of the five hundred and nine horse bandits has escaped the net!

"Your Highness, it's up to you next!" The arrow pointed at several wounded horse bandits who had been caught. He needs to realize the value of the captive.

The interrogation ended quickly, and the sharpshooter raised his head to look north of the mountains, sneered a few times, and then shouted to his subordinates: "Prepare to go on the road, take a bandit den tonight!" ”

The suppression of bandits suddenly descended into the mountains of Tocharian and was in full swing......