In the sound of the bells of the head mules, our team also took steady steps, gradually moved away from Lhasa, ran behind the smaller and smaller Potala Palace, and slowly marched towards Nyingchi.

On the plateau, there are not all the rich aquatic plants. Along the way, what I saw more was the kind of tundra belt full of soil and rocks, sparse vegetation and trees. Together with the wind and sand, small pebbles as sharp as bullets hit us in the face and body with the cold wind, beating people's heads, faces, hands and feet painfully.

It was in such a hard and barren world that the horses helped the people, with their feet, out of such a slender and steep mountain road.

This horse team, to which the firm is called "Bang Dachang", although it has only just emerged, but under the support of Tantra and the Living Buddha, it has grown up in a short period of time, and in recent years, it has become one of the most famous horse gangs in Lhasa.

Therefore, this time, the task of purchasing tea for the four major factions naturally fell on their shoulders, and the merchant company had many commissions and not enough mules and horses, so it adopted the form of mixing and matching groups, recruiting some horses and horses with their own private mules and horses on the spot, and flexibly distributing the goods of the consignor to them.

This temporary combination of layers of employment relationship, just like our current "engineering outsourcing", that is, the effective use of resources, to solve the problem of shortage of manpower and horses, but also to some idle horse drivers, to provide flexible employment opportunities.

It was precisely because of this opportunity that Sharon and I, who had been lurking in helping Dachang's subordinate firm carry goods, chose two odd jobs and found an opportunity to hypnotize them, leaving the gold they had earned from pulling goods this month, so that they would think that they had sold the mules and horses to us.

Then, Sharon and I disguised ourselves as horses, led their mules and horses, and arrived at the assembly point of the merchant at the appointed time, and mixed in with the horse team.

The head of the horse pot in this transaction is called Gesang, a black, strong, one-eyed man in his early fifties. As his name suggests "good calamity" and "good luck", he has been running on this ancient road for more than 30 years, running more than 20 transactions, and he has survived to the present, of course, he has actually paid some prices, such as the blind right eye.

Ma Guotou is the head of a caravan team, equivalent to the boat boss who supports the boat, he generally has to choose the head horse, responsible for choosing the nest to settle in, and then to when to go, when to stop, and when to make a fire to cook during his life...... It can be said that every decision he makes is related to the life and death of the horse gang; Every choice he made was in control of the fate of the caravan and the business.

Therefore, only an experienced, brave and resourceful, and stable old horse driver like Gesang can become the head of the pot. Not only because of the vicissitudes he has experienced, but also because of the head mule he brought out.

Generally, only the first three horses in the team are entitled to the treatment of wearing red colors; And among the three headed horses, only the oldest, strongest, and most experienced can be called the head mule. Legend has it that the head of the horse pot will hang a mirror on the head of the mule, and this mirror can reflect all the dangers in front of the road.

When we first heard this, Sharon and I scoffed at it, thinking it was mostly superstitious.

It wasn't until one time when we were transporting goods in the merchant that we saw an old horse who knew the way, and after the horse driver had accidentally ingested the toadstool and fell unconscious, he relied on himself to carry a whole team of horses back to the merchant house, along with a full load of goods, that we were somewhat convinced that those ancient Dharma-trained horse-wearing horses possessed unclear spirituality.

After all, in just over a month, we have heard too much about the tragic deeds of paralyzing the entire caravan because the reckless head mule accidentally ate poisonous weeds, or because the head mule got lost, took the whole horse team into the hinterland of the snowy mountains, and all of them froze to death.

Therefore, everyone in the Dry Horse Gang knows that the grade and level of a horse pot head, just look at his head mule, and you can understand.

And this pot head named Gesang, he has four mules with a lens, each of which is a good hand that can be taken charge of himself with him from death to life, as long as a clear-eyed person sees them, the pounds and taels of the pot head behind him are almost clear at a glance.

It is said that the reason why his horse team has been walking on the horse gang for twenty or thirty years, can be safe and sound, which is also related to his deep friendship with the bandit leaders on the cottage along the way.

There was a lame old farmer who ran with him and stayed in the storehouse after he was crippled, and told me in a casual chat that other people's horses and gangs still need to avoid the bandits' nests when walking, and when they encounter the deep mountains and old forests, they will take off the bell around the neck of the head mule, for fear that if they are not careful, they will provoke a strong man and end up with a dead person.

On the other hand, what does our Uncle Gesang say? But he was looking for a place to chase the bandit village to settle down, and the mountains and forests were dangerous, and the bell of the mule was shaking more and more, and there was a posture of fearing that others would not know that he was coming. However, it is also strange to say that those bandit leaders, when they heard him coming, really opened the gate of the village and came out to greet him, as if they were waiting for an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

And the accompanying cadres and horses, but also good food and sleep, after the end of the also brought and take, completely people rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water to draft the village as a horse shop and supply station to use, speaking of, the old people are like telling stories, full of nostalgia and yearning.

Some people say that Gesang received the blessing of Kawagebo's wife, Mt. Tsem, when he was young, so the bandits along the way did not dare to touch him, for fear of being punished by Kawagebo, the god of the snow-capped mountains, who was mighty and severe, and had clear rewards and punishments.

According to the old man in the treasury, there was once a mountain king who was not afraid of heaven and earth, Uncle Zeng Gesang, who was unprepared, and sent people to go around the back of the horse gang and snatch more than a dozen of his mules and horses, as well as goods worth thousands of gold on the horse's back. As a result, the next day, when the horsemen led Gesang to the stockade, they saw the corpses of the strongmen frozen into stiff popsicles in the empty fortress.

Who knows if it was the work of the jealous and hateful Kawagebo?

As the saying goes, a boat and a horse have three lives. Although I don't know if it's true or not, since people dare to do this business on the belt of the brain, there must be something special, therefore, after the news spread, not only the bandits and bandits along the way, but even the four major factions of Tantric Buddhism in Lhasa were impressed by Gesang, and directly recommended him to enter the "Gang Dachang" and become the head of the pot of the Ma Gang directly under the sect.

It's just that after walking for two days, we didn't have a chance to see the style of this legendary horse pot head, probably because he was too experienced and stopped too smoothly along the way, probably.

Hawkers, plain and blandness is also a blessing. Anyway, the ancient road is still a long way off, and it is not a good thing to seize the time to enjoy the calm before the storm hits.

Thinking of this, I also lazily lowered the brim of my felt hat, slowly pulled it to the back of the line, and walked with Sharon. Walking side by side for a while, I inadvertently raised my eyes, only to find that after the team was lined up, it was actually more than 200 meters long - no, under the elongated figure of the bloody remnant sun, the head horse of Uncle Gesang in front of us, on the empty permafrost plateau, had already pulled us away.

From Lhasa, to the present, our horse team is actually relying on 34 yaks to pull the goods. There are two main reasons for this: one is that on the plateau, the horses are laborious to walk with weights, and considering the later journey, it is also wise to let the horses recharge for a while.

Second, it seems very straightforward, the yak is stronger, the weight capacity is also stronger, although it walks slower than the horse, but at high altitudes, under the same load, the durability is incomparable to the horse.

So, at the moment, the two horses that Sharon and I "bought" were barely carrying much cargo at this time, only hanging a few light packets of tapestries and furs, and walking was not much lighter than the yaks that could be called the ships of the plateau. It seems that at high altitudes, these creatures with thick fur and strong bodies are indeed more adaptable to the region.

As soon as I thought about it, it didn't take long for the sun to set in the west of the sky to suddenly be swallowed up by black clouds that were pouring in from nowhere. Without the already faint sunlight, the earth darkened in an instant, and the biting cold instantly flew from the icy tundra ground, making me shiver with coldness.

We hadn't been on this plateau at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters for a day or two, but we still had goosebumps from the unusual cold. Could it be that this sudden cold wind is similar to the cold rain encountered on Cangshan before, and there are some indescribable doorways hidden in it?

"What's going on?" Although Sharon doesn't know the method, her physique is much better than that of ordinary people, although she hasn't been affected too much, she still keenly captures the strange situation in front of her, and when she sees me open her heart, she also asks me cautiously.

"Hmm, I can't see clearly...... It seems that the cold wind is mixed with some turbid gas that is enough to condense the qi in the living organism's body, so it feels like it makes people feel drowsy. "As I watched with bated breath, I noticed that the damp and cold aura around me was getting thicker and thicker, but by the time I reacted, the horse team, along with us, had been enveloped in a damp and turbid aura.

What's worse is that in this moment, the heavens and the earth have become dark, and my psionic pupils seem to have become sluggish, and gradually, I can't see the flow of qi around me clearly......

What's the situation?

was panicking, Luo Quan had already rushed over with the order from Uncle Gesang of Ma Guotou, shouting as he ran: "Everyone bow your head and hide behind the yak as soon as possible, and put the prepared yak skins on the horses." ”

Oh?! What is this operation?

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a long time, Luo Quan, who was still more than fifty meters away from us, couldn't help but shout:

"Hurry up and put it on! The anger of Bu Yu Song Daigo came. "Grave hunter white