Di Dao, in ancient times, was inhabited by Di people, so it got its name. During the Warring States Period, the Qin State built the Great Wall through Longxi and Beidi counties in order to protect the western town of Longxi County and the passage from the Qin capital to Longxi, so Didao is the place where the western end of the Qin Great Wall begins.

Out of the Di Road, go to the outside of the pass, the traces of people are gradually scarce, only the murmuring flooded water passes on the prairie, the mountains on both sides are towering, the ancient mounds are continuous, the green trees are surrounded, the verdant wild grass is undulating, showing a solemn and solemn image.

Midsummer has passed, the summer season is coming, and the weather is gradually getting cooler. Feng Yuan led dozens of his men to gallop on horseback, searching around for the scattered small Qiang tribes. As an old horse thief leader, Feng Yuan was too familiar with this grassland, and when he smelled the fishy smell carried by the wind, he could accurately find the herd of livestock dozens of miles away.

Since the emperor of the Han Dynasty opened the border market and exchanged grain and wine for Qiang slaves, the horse thieves on the steppe have been raised a lot. Originally, the horse thieves only robbed some goods and livestock, but now they will loot them, tie the Qiang people in the tribe who can still move in a long string with ropes, and lead them to the border city, where they can exchange for a cart of grain and wine, and if they are lucky, they can even get some weapons from the black-hearted smugglers at a high price.

The good times didn't last long, and in just over a month, the area of hundreds of miles outside the border city was swept away by crazy horse thieves, and even half of the Qiang people couldn't see half of it. Feng Yuan then led his men deep into the prairie to try their luck, and along the way, they also met several groups of horse thieves with the same idea, keeping their distance from each other, it was not worth fighting with each other, and there were large groups of Qiang fat sheep waiting for them to capture in front.

Feng Yuan waved his hand, signaling his horse thieves to stop and rest for a while, and casually let the horses under his crotch eat some forage. In the prairie, the most important thing to pay attention to is to maintain horsepower, fight against the Qiang people who grew up on horseback, and if you are a little bit worse, you will lose your surname at any time. He turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to his subordinates, went straight to the edge of the flood, washed his face, and poured a few mouthfuls of cool river water.

On the shallow river beach, a pile of chaotic hoof prints caught Feng Yuan's attention, and he stepped forward to take a closer look, with a smile on his face. After a while, he got up and looked at the mountains in the distance and the crystal clear snow tops in the sun, determined the general direction, beckoned his subordinates to eat on the spot, nourished his spirits, and then took out the dry food and chewed it carefully.

As the sun set, the horse thieves all slept beautifully, and woke up one after another, some were busy drinking horses, and some were wiping their sabers with sackcloths, they were all veterans, and they knew that the twilight hour was the best time to hurry. Sure enough, as the red sunset on the horizon gradually became dim, Feng Yuan gave an order, and the horse thieves turned over their horses and slowly marched in the direction of the setting sun.

Half an hour later, night fell, and the prairie was pitch black, but the horse thieves' eyes seemed to glow with a faint green light, for they had already seen the sparkling fires not far ahead. Without Feng Yuan's orders, the horse thieves all consciously slowed down their horses, and a few good hands consciously stepped forward and disappeared into the depths of the night.

Zang Suer burped and rode on his horse, patrolling the territory around the tribe. He is a warrior in the wolf tribe, the son of the wolf king Gash on the steppe, but he still has to do these menial jobs like ordinary people. The eagle of the grassland should soar in the sky, not become a grass chicken squatting on the ground to make a nest.

Look at the few brothers who had no interest, who were frightened by the Han horse thieves, and lost the tribe's sheep and grazing tribesmen, but ran back alone. Abba did not punish them, but gave them wine and women, because their mother was Abba's wife, the daughter of the chief of the White Horse tribe. And Zang Suer, as the first warrior of the tribe, but because his mother was only a Han female slave, he was a dwarf everywhere, and he was not even as good as those bastards with prominent backgrounds in the tribe.

Zang Suer angrily picked up the wine bag on the horse's back, poured a sip of bad wine, clamped the horse's back with his legs, and galloped wildly. Far away from the tribe's camp, Zang Suer was blown by the cold wind whistling on horseback, and the smell of wine dissipated a lot. He turned his horse and was about to walk back when the sound of a bowstring flicking suddenly sounded behind him, and a crossbow arrow came with a thunderbolt and pierced his broad right shoulder.

Zang Suer snorted, but quickly stabilized his body, ignored the arrow on his right shoulder, only held the reins with one hand with his left hand, and the whole person lay on his horse and galloped towards the camp. He tried to raise his voice to warn, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a burst of heat in his throat, and even if he tried his best, he could only let out a hoarse roar, obviously drunk and hurt his throat, and he lost his voice for the time being. His heart was full of remorse, and he opened his mouth, and a mighty roar came out of his throat, allowing the oncoming wind to pour into his mouth.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the camp, Zang Suer's face showed a hint of light, but his glimmer of hope was soon dashed, and two riders suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way. Zang Suer let go of the reins with his left hand, clamped the horse's belly with his foot, barely fixed his body on the horse, and pulled out the bronze scimitar at his waist with his left hand. He gritted his teeth and charged fiercely towards the two horsemen in front of him, and he wanted to use the scimitar in his hand to make them understand how foolish it was to provoke the warriors of the Wolf Tribe.

However, the horse thieves obviously didn't want to have a duel with Zang Suer between warriors, the bowstring sound sounded continuously, and the crossbow arrows did not shoot at Zang Suer, but all of them were fiercely pierced on the body of the war horse under his crotch, the war horse was in pain, let out a wail, deviated from the original direction, and the galloping action also seemed a little weird, obviously the injury was not light. Zang Suer's legs could no longer hold the bumpy horse's back, and the whole person fell to the ground hard, and the left leg that touched the ground first made a crisp clicking sound, and the broken calf bone pierced the flesh and exposed to the air. Zang Suer bit his lower lip tightly, and didn't snort in pain, but looked at the war horse that was gradually running away with regret, and his eyes were full of gray death. He knew very well what would happen to the unsuspecting people in the face of these experienced horse thieves.

The horse thieves in charge of the way exploration and scouting did not pay attention to Zang Suer, who had fallen from his horse, and as the horse thief brigade arrived, they converged and roared towards the Qiang camp, which was already quite close. For a moment, the camp was in chaos, and the cries and slashing echoed through the night sky of the steppe, and the large pool of blood splashed onto the tents, and then was burned to ashes by the fire. The Qiang people in the camp were unable to organize an effective attack, and all men who were taller than the wheels were beheaded by horse thieves, and the old and infirm people were also slaughtered. Only the child and the young woman were left behind, tied together, crying helplessly.

Feng Yuan rode on his horse, his face full of smiles. This tribe is not small, and nearly 1,000 people are considered a medium-sized tribe among the Qiang people. There was also a large amount of gold and silver treasure in the chief's tent, plus hundreds of slaves caught, and this time it was a lot of money. With a team of less than 100 horse thieves, this tribe was completely annihilated, and there were no casualties of their own, which was really much unexpected to Feng Yuan, and it could be regarded as a miracle.

Now Feng Yuan is thinking about how to send these treasures and slaves to the border city safely, while the other horse thieves are thinking about where to drink flower wine and have some fun after returning to the border city, after all, no one knows when they will die when they do this work of licking blood with a knife, and it is the right thing to have fun in time. What they didn't know was that in the grass in the distance, a seriously injured Qiang young man looked at the burning camp, gritted his teeth, cracked his eyes, and his face was full of blood and tears, like a demon crawling out of hell......

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