The vast grassland, although sparsely populated, could not prevent the occurrence of evil, but became a paradise for the wicked, but such a dangerous place could not stop the pace of merchants.

—The Autobiography of Terry, Vol. 7

The loud and majestic singing voice, the heroic and distant melody, this is the unique singing voice of the grassland.

A group of sturdy pack horses, carrying heavy wooden boxes, walked slowly on the vast grassland.

More than a dozen fast horses running back and forth galloped happily around the horse team, and the knights on the horses were doing difficult movements one after another, while still having the strength to sing loudly.

A few sturdy men who straddled their horses and followed the horse team slowly walked looked at the young men on the fast horses, and showed a kind and approving smile.

The flags fluttering in front of and behind the horse team, with the big "number" on them, indicate that this is a caravan walking on the grassland.

Carrying a saber on his waist and carrying a rifle on his back is the standard for everyone in the team, and such caravans are not uncommon in the steppe, after all, this is a region where horse bandits are rampant.

"Uncle Natal, do you want to give everyone a break? It's been a morning of walking. ”

At this time, a fast horse hurried a few paces and caught up with a man with a scar on his face in the lead.

"Okay, Butuo, it's time to eat, you tell everyone to gather the pack horses, let's rest."

Natal, whose face was covered with scars, looked at the sun in the sky, then took the reins of his horse, gave him a command, and jumped off his horse himself.

Soon, the whole caravan was formed in a circle, and at the outermost periphery were the goods unloaded from the pack horses, and the bags and boxes of goods were enclosed into a simple fortification.

In the simple fortifications, several young people drove the pack horses who had unloaded the goods together, and then they brought a bag of black beans, and carefully fed the pack horses, which were very careful, you must know that these pack horses were the foundation of their caravan, so although they were also hungry at this time, they first considered filling their stomachs.

"What a strange thing it is to Caterbazin."

Natal was sitting by the campfire roasting food, and suddenly inexplicably said a word to a bearded man next to him.

The bearded man was tall and tall, but he had a simple face.

He was staring at the food on the fire rack in a daze, when he heard Natal's question, he first paused, and after thinking for a while, he seemed to understand why Natal asked like this.

"Natalzab, do you mean those flies-disgusting Donvi?"

"Yes, after we set out from the big city, it was normal, but now in this area, according to the usual view, we will encounter at least four or five horse bandits, but now we can't see a shadow."

Natal added a handful of dead grass to the fire and said with a frown.

"I said Natal Zab, isn't that a good thing, maybe it was the god Jada who influenced those hateful Donvi, so they don't come out to hunt for food today. Hahaha..."

Katbazan made a little joke nervously, he didn't take Natal's worries to heart, after all, for their caravan, unless it was a large gang with dozens of horse bandits, those horse bandits in groups of three or five still did not dare to touch their caravan.

"Maybe so."

Hearing Katbayzan's hearty laughter, Natal also smiled bitterly, but the worry in his heart still did not let go.

This is the case in the steppe, and there are only two possibilities.

One is that those horse bandits are afraid to come out to hunt when they are hit, and the other reason is that someone has twisted these scattered horse bandits into a ball, and if it is the second type, it will be terrible, because it means that there will be a gang of people in this grassland that will cause headaches for all caravans.

"Click..."

Just as Natal was worried about the second possibility, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distant grassland.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, without the command of the leader Natal, everyone stopped what they were doing, grabbed the rifles beside them and stood up, looking in the direction from which the sound of horses' hooves came.

There is not a lot of grass on the grassland this season, so the galloping horses' hooves bring up a cloud of yellow dust.

In the billowing dust, seven or eight fast horses could be vaguely seen galloping desperately, and the knights on the horses kept turning back, as if a terrible devil was chasing them behind.

"Everyone, be careful, it's a horse bandit."

As the group of knights got closer and closer, Natal finally saw the appearance of the other party, dressed in a sloppy animal skin suit, with various sabers hanging from his waist, a big beard, and messy hair that had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, this appearance was exactly the horse bandit that Natal feared.

"Strange?"

But when Natal warned everyone, he frowned suspiciously.

Because these horse bandits don't seem to be coming at them, I saw that these guys were now flustered, and their bodies lying on horseback looked back from time to time, and what was even more embarrassing was that many of these horse bandits had nothing in their scabbards, and even most of the horse bandits did not have rifles on their bodies.

"These guys are running for their lives?"

It was a thought that flashed through Natal's head, but he couldn't think of what kind of power could make these outlaws so afraid in this grassland. But soon he learned the truth.

"Tom... Tong... Tom..."

"Tutu Tu Tu ... Tutu Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu ..."

First there were eight rounds of gunfire from behind the desperate bandits, followed by a series of strange gunshots.

The horse bandits who were running desperately heard this strange gunshot, and they were even more frightened, and they crushed their bodies on horseback, and the rhythm of waving the whip in their hands was faster, as if they wanted the horses under their crotch to have two more legs.

However, it was all in vain, for in this short time two or three more bandits tumbled off their horses, and by inertia, they tossed for a long distance on the grass full of dead grass, and then lay there motionless.

"Appeal ......"

Not only were the horse bandits killed, but three fast horses seemed to have been hit, and the intense pain made the running horses lose their strength instantly, but the huge inertia made the healthy horses weighing five or six hundred pounds rush forward, and although the knight on the horse was not shot, he couldn't control his body at all, and threw it out like a cannonball.

One of the unfortunate horse bandits, one foot did not break away from the stirrup, his body flew into the air, and he was immediately pulled back by the horse's pedal, smashed heavily on the grass, and was dragged forward by the healthy horse that slid forward, and in an instant the skin was opened, and the bitter wail resounded throughout the grassland.

At this time, the remaining two or three horse bandits had already galloped away along the right side of the caravan, but the eyes of Natal and the others did not chase those horse bandits, but stared at the yellow dust in the sky with curious and frightened eyes.

"Click..."

They didn't have to wait long before the figures of two sturdy white horses rushed out of the churning yellow dust.