Zhen Er was a little distracted, he didn't have the idea of compassion for others, and he didn't have the joy after the victory, and he suddenly thought of the battle of his own people in the past, as if he was not much different from these savages, and there was no shortage of courage and fearlessness, but every time the Khitan and Xi people entered the mountains to collect taxes, it seemed that their own people were defeated in the end.

"Erlang, what are you doing here!"

Zhen Er felt that his calf was kicked by someone, and just as he wanted to get angry, he saw a smiling face looking at him, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps crawling from his heels to the top of his head, "It's Thirty Saburo, you don't protect your property, what are you looking for me to do?" ”

"Of course, I was looking for you to accept the treasures of the Uro Protectorate! Do you want to keep it to yourself? ”

Zhen Er is like eating a fly and is uncomfortable, don't look at Zhen Thirty-three is only twenty-nine years old, and his fine head hair can be used as a whistle to blow, not only that, but this kid is ruthless, and the horse thief must be called an adult when he falls into his hands (the Tang Dynasty Lord means the honorific title of the father), and I haven't seen that the horse thief didn't tell the location of the treasure after half an hour, and even whether he peeked at the girl next door taking a bath when he was a child was clear, and he was a demon in the caravan.

The people in the caravan all subconsciously and unconsciously stayed away from Zhen Thirty-three, who was a little gloomy, and this time the Wuluo Protector was preparing to attack the caravan and he reminded Zhen Er.

A signature smile like a profiteer appeared on Zhen Thirty-three's face, his original identity was a partner of Fan Yang's Drunken Immortal Building, and he was responsible for all the affairs of the caravan except for combat like Zhen Thirty, and he was also one of the few core members of the caravan.

"Sansaburo, how did you find out that there was something wrong with the guide?"

"What's so rare about this, as a guide, to bargain with the caravan without paying for it, this has aroused my suspicions, and besides, all the friendly Urro Protectors along the way have not warned us of the possible dangers, isn't it okay?"

Zhen Er nodded, he understood that as a guide, he should at least remind the employer of the habits of the trading partner and the attitude towards the caravan.

"But what if what the guide says is true?"

"You reacted quickly, we really don't know if what the guide said is true, but the guide said that there were also Datang caravans that arrived at the Wuluo Protectorate before, don't you feel strange?"

"I see!"

When the caravan set off from Fanyang, it was going to find a guide in Fanyang who knew about the Wuluo Protectorate, but very few Tang caravans knew about this tribe, and no one had ever been to the Wuluo Protectorate, either the guide was lying, or the Tang Caravan had an accident after arriving at the Wuluo Protectorate, which was indeed a result that Zhen Er did not expect.

Ah Xiong walked over with a horizontal knife, "Erlang, what now?" ”

Zhen Er turned his head to look at Zhen Thirty-three: "What do you say?" ”

There was a deviation in the plan, and the caravan did not have a plan to rob the Uro Protector, which made Zhen Er a little difficult. Six hundred warriors died at once, even if the caravan didn't do anything, it would be difficult for Pu Kun to keep his position as the leader, and when the second and third caravans arrived, it was hard to say whether the Uro Protector would still exist.

Zhen Thirty-three frowned and said: "This matter disrupted the master's plan, when the caravan left, the master gave us the right to improvise, I suggest canceling the caravan's plan to go to the Bohai Kingdom, and control the entire Wuluo Protectorate while the Wuluo Protectorate has not yet reacted, anyway, the master's final purpose is also to control and occupy the Wuluo Protectorate, it is better to advance the whole plan, what do you think?" ”

Zhen Er thought for a while and said: "Thirty San Lang is right, call Thirty Lang and them to discuss, and send someone to inform the master, I hope we have not disrupted the master's deployment!" ”

Pu Kun paced back and forth in the tent, heard the sound of fighting in the distance, and the herdsmen who did not know the truth in the surrounding tent thought that someone had killed into the valley, and packed up their belongings in a panic and prepared to escape, but was stopped by Pu Kun's soldiers, only to know that Pu Kun was fighting with the caravan.

While Pu Kun was anxiously waiting, the caravan guide ran in in a panic: "The big thing is not good, and the plan is wrong...... Chakan was killed in battle, and the caravan was killed! ”

Pu Kun's eyes were black and slumped in his chair, and the ambitious Pu Kun disappeared, his eyes full of fear and sadness.

There was a sound of fighting outside the tent, and several sharp arrows shot through the felt tent, and the guide was so frightened that he scurried around, but found Pu Kun sitting there motionless, as if the fighting outside had nothing to do with him.

"Chief, run! If you don't run, it's too late! ”

"Run......?" Pu Kun seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, "Where to run...... I can run there! "There has never been a place for losers on the grassland, and without soldiers in hand, it is like a toothless tiger, who will take him in, and the department? They have long wanted to annex the Uro Protectorate, don't they think the same way?

Pu Kun didn't want to run, the guide didn't want to stay here and wait for death, just as Zhen Thirty-three guessed, a few years ago, a caravan of the Tang Dynasty met himself when he turned west to return after trading with the Khitan, and he really brought this caravan to the Wuluo Protectorate, and the caravan disappeared on the grassland, no one knows what happened to this caravan in the end, some people say that it was a poisonous hand of the Khitans, and some people say that they died under the knife of a horse thief, and only the property in their arms knows what happened!

The guide abandoned Pu Kun, poked his head out of the tent, and just took one foot, a sharp arrow shot through the guide's chest, the guide looked at the trembling arrow feathers in his chest in disbelief, and looked back at Pu Kun sitting in the tent for the last time, his eyes were full of ridicule and mockery.

Pu Kun sat there quietly, as if he didn't see the guide who fell at the entrance of the tent, his eyes had long lost his life, only the muscles on his cheeks were still shaking.

The curtain rushed in with a few guards, their eyes swept over the body that was not yet dead, and finally stayed on Pu Kun's face.

Zhen Er walked in, carrying a blood-dripping horizontal knife in his hand, and just wanted to raise the knife to end the life of the guide, but was stopped by Zhen Thirty-three behind him, "He still has a little use!" ”

Pu Kun did not beg for mercy, maintaining the last dignity of a leader, "You are victorious, the victor can enjoy the spoils of the loser, the property of the Uro Protectorate is yours, spare the women and children of the Uro Protectorate ......."

Zhen Er didn't speak, Zhen Thirty-three walked up to Pu Kun, looked at Pu Kun and said, "Why do you want to sneak attack the caravan, is this your hospitality?" ”

Pu Kun's orange peel face turned into a tangerine peel face, and there was mockery in his eyes: "Caravan ......!" You are also a caravan, and the equipment of the Datang Forbidden Army is probably not as good as you, while you are trading in the valley, you are secretly sending people to investigate around, and no one knows what you are doing? Who the hell are you, can you tell me? Don't let a dying man ...... with his last regrets."

"We are not Datang soldiers, we are really Datang caravans, now you can go and die!"

The winter of Murowei is cold, and only in the spring will it be like a young grass that breaks the ground and comes out of the soil, like melting ice water that gathers together, and no one knows what happened to the Uro Protectorate this winter, Pu Kun died, it is said that he was betrayed by his own people, and died under the knife of his own people, and the murderers were Chakan and the guide. Pu Kun's three-year-old son inherited the position of the head of the Uro Protectorate, and some people jumped out to question Pu Kun's death, but it was quickly suppressed, and the other tribes attached to the Uro Protector were devastated, and the Uro Protector tribes scattered everywhere were gathered, and when the nearest Hejie tribe got the news in the spring, they launched an attack on the Uro Protectorate, but the final result was that the Hejie tribe recognized the rule of the Uro Protectorate, and the two sides redivided the pasture, and the other Murowei tribes only got the news of Pu Kun's death a year later, I can only sigh with admiration.