It was already early winter, and the rain mixed with snowflakes fell from the sky one after another, falling on this grassland, falling on this grass, even the grass was also swept away by these cold raindrops, and the sun seemed to never come out, even if it came out, it was just a lazy and lazy face, and then quickly retracted into the clouds, the clouds above the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and the whole world was cold to the bone, but it was under this thick cloud that a caravan was silently marching. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There were more than 100 people in this caravan, they walked very slowly, but they did insist on advancing towards the front little by little, and after a while their figures soon disappeared into the thick wind and snow, which did not make a little noise, silent, only the bell on the mule horse in the wind and snow chime, only listening to such a sound can you find the location of this caravan.

Everyone in the caravan can almost put on all the clothes they can wear, so their bodies look very bloated, and only in this way can they ensure that the little heat they have left can not be carried away by the wind and snow, and the dreary spirit in the ranks seems to be poured into the dead air, this is a caravan that has lost its strength, it is a caravan without a soul, and when all hope is drained away, all they have left is the walking dead.

I don't know when the caravan finally stopped, and each of the men in the team was close to each other to preserve their strength, or relied on the half-kneeling mules and horses to keep warm, and the special people couldn't even raise the slightest strength now, and now they still thought that rushing in this weather would be tantamount to self-destruction, and the whole caravan was quietly waiting and praying that the storm would pass as soon as possible.

Peng Xian is also extremely tired now, after all, he is old and no longer the young man he was back then, his body is covered with thick silk, which is taken from the goods, in order to keep warm.

A man in a thick cotton coat walked around the mule and horse and quickly came to his side and shook his shoulder.

"Peng Bang Leader, Peng Bang Leader."

"What's the matter?" When Peng Xian opened his eyes, he was so tired that even raising his eyes seemed to have consumed all the strength of his body.

"They...... They are going to kill the mules and horses. The young man said.

Hearing this, Peng Xian was instantly awakened, and he got up and patted the snowflakes on the quilt covering his body.

"Where's the quick...... Take me there. He raised his hand.

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At the other end of the caravan, several men in thick cotton clothes held sharp knives in their hands, and looked at a mule and horse not far away, the mule and horse had been unloaded from its cargo, it was tired, its hair was yellow, it was extremely thin, and it was almost crushed by the mountain roads and camel weights for days, and it seemed that it did not know what was going to happen. Stand there silently.

"What are you doing? Stop. Peng Xian walked over in the rain.

"Peng Bantou." Several guys bowed down and said.

"Put the knife down." Peng Xian frowned, twisted into a Sichuan character, but no one moved when he listened to his words, obviously his words were not effective in the face of hunger.

"No! Peng Bangtou, it has been a long time since the brothers had a good meal, and if we continue like this, we will not freeze to death here, but starve to death. ”

"Even then, you can't eat the mule and horse, who will carry the goods on it, or me."

There was a brief silence in the crowd.

"I can't do so much now." Someone muttered.

Peng Xian's voice became a little hoarse, and he looked at the faces of these brothers, and some of his eyes were already sunken deeply.

Du Lin listened to the sound and didn't know when it came, he looked at Peng Xian and then at the guys on the side, he knew that it was the right thing to do, they had reached the time when the oil ran out, and even their lives were going to be lost, who would care about the life or death of a beast.

If it weren't for these mules and horses, they wouldn't even be able to get out of this grassland.

The two went in opposite directions, and the emaciated mule and horse, as if aware of their fate, kept gouging their front hooves on the grass, but it could not break free from the reins around its neck, and at last it whined and cried, and finally it was all drowned out by the sound of the wind and snow.

"Go back, we'll go back now, don't look for any tribes, don't trade any goods, we'll go back now." Peng Xian turned around and went back, pulling the mule and horse and slowly walking towards the back, in the direction they came.

"Crazy. Peng Bangtou went crazy. ”

Peng Xian didn't know what he was doing now, he only knew that there seemed to be a fire in his chest that needed to be vented.

The wind and snow stopped at some point, and the whole caravan was back on its way.

"Look, there's a tent and a flock of sheep in front of you."

A man in front shouted loudly, and a herdsman looked at him strangely, and then ran towards the tent next to him with the sheep.

Another fellow cried tears of joy that they had finally found it.

However, they were not happy for long, and a large group of war horses ran out of the fence that was still hundreds of meters away from them, the long knives in the hands of the people on horseback emitted a terrifying cold light in the sun, and the banner with the wolf's head on their horses was even more distinct, and the iron hooves trampled through the grassland and overturned the soil on the grassland.

"It's the Hu people, it's the cavalry of the wolf clan." Peng Xian shouted.

With his shouts and the sound of iron hooves rumbling in the distance, the caravan became completely chaotic, and many men threw away the reins of their mules and horses and ran towards the back as if they were dead.

"Come back, come back quickly." Peng Xian shouted desperately, how could two legs run over one leg, but how could those guys listen to him, they had already been frightened.

Their fate was already sealed from the moment they laid down the reins in their hands, and several of the horsemen clearly did not intend to spare them, and separated a few of them to go for those who fled.

But those who escaped were in the minority, after all.

What people didn't notice was that the middle-sized man in the original caravan gave an inexplicable look under his hat, not afraid but happy, but now the scene is panicked, obviously not seeing this scene.

"Quick... Quickly fence the mules and horses and pile up the goods. Peng Xian obviously knew a lot, at this life and death situation, the merchant man was busy setting up a simple wooden barrier in a short period of time according to Peng Xian's methods.

Their hearts calmed down at this time, and this simple protective measure seemed to give them great comfort.

They drew their swords from under the goods, and some of them even took out a lot of bows and crossbows, and it would not be too much to say that they were outlaws.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.