Chapter 52: The Legend of Undefeated - The Road to Blood-Stained Wealth

The time of spring and Jingming is also the most critical time of the year for horse thieves.

At this time of year, the Gobi is filled with the smell of wealth.

A caravan from the Western Regions to the Central Plains.

A caravan from the Central Plains to the Western Regions.

They shuttled between the Central Plains and the Western Regions with the world's most valuable goods.

From faraway Constantinople to Bianliang Castle in the world's most prosperous city, Tokyo, caravans have never been cut off.

There were caravans of the Khitans, Tanguts, Persians, Uighurs, and cannibals, but there were no caravans of the Great Song Dynasty between the Western Regions and Tokyo.

Tie Xinyuan immediately took a long breath on the high hillside, and the air was full of the smell of wealth.

Below the hillside behind him, more than 500 extremely fierce horse thieves are hiding, preparing to start their journey to fortune.

Tie Xinyuan never robbed in Hami, a land that had just begun to recover, in Hami, he was the most hospitable landlord in the world, no matter which country's caravan arrived in Hami, he would get the best hospitality.

Although the fees were a bit more expensive, the leaders of the caravans were willing to stay here for two more days, using Hami as their last supply point to cross the snow-capped Tianshan Road.

At the earliest, Tie Xinyuan completely despised horse thieves, and when he traveled with Xu Dongsheng on the Gobi, he was robbed by horse thieves.

Slowly, he discovered that horse thieves were not so hateful, after all, the people of the Gobi Desert had to survive, and there was too little land here suitable for growing crops.

When he became a big horse thief himself, he thought that horse thieves and other people must be rare in the Gobi.

It's like a pack of wolves is to a flock of sheep.

If every caravan can bring the goods back to their destination safely. Once a large number of goods enter the local market, can the imported goods in the market still be so valuable?

For this reason, he set a rule for himself to rob only two caravans a day, and even if he found a third caravan, he would never attack.

In order to fulfill his vows. He had already let go of two small caravans today, and the large caravan of more than 300 people in front of him had become the first business he opened today.

Tie San hated Tie Xinyuan's habit of masking and robbing very much, and he covered his face with a piece of linen cloth during the battle, which greatly affected his breathing.

The camel caravan of one hundred and twenty camels and hundreds of war horses had already discovered the existence of Tie Xinyuan, and they did not leave, but commanded the camels to kneel on the ground and form a big circle. The camel city was formed, and everyone was ready for battle, staring at the incoming horse thieves.

"We are the great, wise, and bright king of kings, the royal caravan of the Qarakhanid, and if you don't want your king to hang you all on the poplar tree, go away."

A loud voice in the caravan yelled hoarsely at Tie Xinyuan who rushed over.

Halfway through, Tie Xinyuan's horse speed slowed down. Slowly falling behind, overtaken by countless subordinates. Among them, triathlon is the craziest.

The anxious Tie Gaga, who wanted to help Tie Xinyuan whip the war horse a few times, and continued to rush forward, but was slapped by Tie Xinyuan, and his head hung down and followed listlessly.

The five hundred warriors did not rush into the camel city in one go, but divided into two groups a stone's throw away, and quickly rotated around the camel city.

The dust gradually obliterated the knights, and the people in the camel city could not see the cavalry. Seeing the billowing dust enveloping them, they yelled and began to shoot aimlessly.

Tie Xinyuan and Tie Quack, who were hiding outside the dust circle, stopped their horses and sat on their horses, waiting for the wind to blow the dust away.

Normally, when the dust is gone, they will rush into the camel city. Kill all the people in the caravan in hand-to-hand combat, and then take the camels and horses away.

Sure enough, when the arrows shot by the camel city became sparse, the demon-like iron three came out of the dust.

The prancing horse swung its sword over the camel's back, and in the face of the enemy's shining sword, it slashed into the camel city.

Armed to the teeth, he didn't care about the scimitars and arrows that came at him, and the sharp Damascus scimitar cut off the enemy's scimitars, then cut off their heads, and the corpses flew away after being struck by the majestic horses.

One, two, three, and then one hundred and fifty heavily armed warriors leaped into the camel city.

They are very regular to clear the first archers in the camel city, and only by killing these people first, can the brothers who are not wearing armor rush in and kill all the enemies.

It's not that they don't have bows and arrows, but as long as they use bows and arrows, they will hurt the camels and horses in the camel city, which are the things that the cottage needs the most, and they can't be easily damaged.

Even among the invincible Mamluk cavalry, the Iron Triathlon is also the best, and now, their bodies have been almost replenished by the Iron Heart Source, and they are even more invincible on the battlefield.

The Qarakhanids' royal caravans collapsed after resisting a cup of tea, and in order to be able to escape, they scattered countless gold and silver treasures on the ground, hoping that the fierce horse thieves would dismount and collect the treasures, thus giving them a way to escape.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield gradually subsided, and the dust that rushed to the sky slowly left the battlefield with the wind.

The leader of the caravan was desperate to find that the group of horse thieves was still sitting on their horses, and they had gathered their remaining thirty or so people in a small circle.

No one glanced at the treasure on the ground, and they all smirked and stabbed the spears out of their hands......

Tie Gaga came to the battlefield strewn with corpses, coughed, and led two dozen teenagers to jump off their horses and collect the treasures on the ground, whatever they were, into a very large wicker basket.

The jeweled ring on the hand was not easy to take off, so the teenagers cut off their fingers with sharp knives, so that the ring could be removed.

Thirteen more of his subordinates were killed, and five were seriously wounded, and two of the Qarakhanid's royal caravans were very powerful, and as soon as the two armies clashed, they inflicted great casualties on Tie Xinyuan's subordinates.

If it weren't for Iron Four and Iron Five taking over these two enemies, God knows how many more of his men would have died.

Once again, Tie San killed himself in blood, he copied a large bag of gems from the caravan leader's arms, which should be the most valuable thing in this shipment, he casually threw it to Tie Xinyuan, but turned his gaze to the scout on the high slope.

Tie Xinyuan grabbed a handful of gems and handed them to Tie San, Tie San shook his head, and rode up the high slope, a big battle that happened on the business road just now is very likely to be seen by others, just now the scout waved the flag, indicating that there are other people nearby.

As for gemstones, they are useless to triathlon......

A seal in the gem bag caught Tie Xinyuan's attention, it was a seal engraved with the head of a argali, the texture was gold, and between the heads of the argali, there was an Arabic sentence - the hardest head!

This is supposed to be a coat of arms belonging to the nobility, which is very rare in the Western Regions, but is very common in the far west or in Egypt.

If Moussin had been here, with his vast knowledge, he would have been able to tell the origin of the seal and which side it represented.

Tie Xinyuan is not enough, his cognition of the Albanian clan is still in a very superficial state, but he still wears this ring-like seal on his finger.

The previous owner of this signet ring must have been a big man, and Tie Xinyuan's slender fingers couldn't hang this ring at all, and in the end, he had to wear this ring as a wrench on his thumb to be safe.

The efficiency of the army's looting is amazing.

While Tie Xinyuan was studying the ring crest, his men had already thrown the corpses of the enemy into a large pit, which had already been buried before the wolves and vultures arrived.

As for the corpse of his brother, he wrapped it tightly in linen cloth and put it on the back of a camel, and only after returning to the camp did he burn his ashes and bring them back to Qingxiang Valley.

Tie San came to Tie Xinyuan's side, pointed to the west, and made a few more gestures.

Tie Xinyuan's brows furrowed.

There was also a caravan to the west, and this caravan, seeing that it had robbed a large caravan, had not fled, but had set up camp three miles away.

"Is that caravan a lot?" Tie Xinyuan asked Tie San.

"Not much, about two hundred!" The triathlon is very affirmative.

"Send scouts to see which side they belong to, if it is Western Xia, or Qingtang people, you have to be careful, the people in these two places are extremely brave, even if they succeed in robbing them, they will suffer heavy losses."

To be honest, Tie Xinyuan didn't dare to have too much confidence in his team, and in the face of the Persians, the people of the Western Regions, even the big cannibals, the Khitans, he dared to rush forward with this group of people.

Yang Huaiyu told him that the cavalry in these two places can be called the bravest cavalry in the world, and if you don't have an absolute advantage, avoid them if you can, and don't fight easily.

Tie San didn't know any Xixia people and Qingtang people, and in his eyes, there was no difference between these two races that looked very similar to Tie Xinyuan.

Seeing that his subordinates had finished cleaning the battlefield and the camel and horse teams had already marched towards the vicinity of Sandstone Mountain, he gave up investigating what race the caravan belonged to.

Anyway, tomorrow this group of people will definitely pass by the sandstone mountain, and it will not be too late to see it then.

His subordinates have already reaped a very good harvest, and now they are all waiting for themselves to distribute the spoils of war to them.

They still have the mentality of savages, and regard gold and silver treasures as dung, and in their eyes, food, weapons, houses, and women are the real wealth. (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 2