Chapter 107, hatred is unsettled!

Bang bang -

Bang bang -

The horses' hooves are in full swing.

It lifted and fell at the same time, swooping towards the caravan like a gale.

is obviously a group of bandits, who have been robbing for a long time and have been killing heavily, but they have the power and blood of a regular army.

They wore tight black shirts and black robes.

It was like a black whirlwind, rolling up the sky with smoke and dust.

There was no gibble shouting, no threatening shouts, and even the rapid breathing made people feel so silent and calm.

They leaned over their horses, trying not to make any noise as much as possible.

Only the slender saber raised high revealed their identity as the reaper of death.

Their riding skills are excellent, and their bodies rise and fall as the horses run. You don't need to use your hands, you control the horse purely with your legs.

From far to near, in an instant.

It was a black figure just now, but now I can see their unfamiliar faces, and the hideous expressions on each unfamiliar face.

They are more terrible than the blood wolves, and more vicious than the devil.

Ganyang's face was grim, and he kept licking his chapped lips with his tongue. This is a habitual action of his, and he will naturally do it every time he encounters danger or inner tension.

Sand thieves have been ravaging for thousands of years, and like their profession of dart master, there is also a heritage.

As the saying goes, the mountains eat the mountains, and the sea eats the sea. Those who live in the desert have no way to survive but to accumulate goods by robbing and killing people to survive for generations. As a result, robbery and murder became an upright and indispensable means of livelihood for them.

Sand thieves want to survive, so they want to plunder, they want to kill.

Dart masters also have to survive, so they have to protect the goods, and they have to sacrifice themselves.

Since ancient times, these have been two opposing races.

There is no hatred, but there is no death.

Gan Yang had a lot of dealings with sand thieves, and many of his brothers were killed by sand thieves when they were bodyguards, and died in front of his eyes - including Gan Liang's father.

That frustration, that powerlessness, made him cry bitterly in his midnight dreams again and again, and it was difficult to calm down.

However, they have experienced small sand thieves before. Twenty or thirty people, thirty or fifty at most. A round of charge, after killing people and grabbing goods, he turned around and retreated.

This time is different, this time there are hundreds of sand thieves.

He didn't know what kind of dart they had to keep this time, but he remembered that Bai Fengrui, the medicinal material giant in Guanzhong, solemnly went to have a deep talk with the old dart bureau, and then the old dart bureau solemnly invited himself to the inner room, saying that he must bring all the brothers of the dart bureau to ensure the safety of this trip, and they can come back to life with a round trip, and the families of those dead brothers can also live a more relaxed and comfortable life.

Obviously, this trip is worth a lot of money. The sand thieves smelled blood, and gathered to make a big deal.

This dart can't be lost, they can't afford to lose it, the dart game is over, and their brothers are all finished.

"Brethren, what are we here for?" Gan Yang roared sharply in his voice. He didn't understand what was going on, and suddenly his voice became like this. It's like someone has burned you with heat. "We're not here to defend our family and country, or to protect this dart - we just want to earn a bite to eat for the family. The goods are safe, everything is there. The goods are lost, the dart game is over, and we are all finished. ”

Gan Yang pulled out the big knife hanging from his waist and shouted, "There's nothing to say, it's the same as before - the guy." ”

"guys." The many dart masters gathered around Gan Yang drew their knives and shouted loudly. Although there are few people on this side, the momentum is not weak.

"Kill." Gan Yang took the lead, urging the horse to raise his sword and charge forward.

"Kill." Many dart masters also urged their horses to attack.

Cutting off people's financial routes, such as killing parents. This is a deep hatred, how can you not work hard?

Of course, that's what the sand pirates think, too.

There was no intention of slowing down, and when they were about to face the dart master led by Gan Yang, the sand thieves increased their speed again. The potential of stepping off the war horse was maximized by them.

"Kill." The face of the leader was grim, and a cold word appeared between his teeth.

"Kill." Those black-robed people held their sabers and crashed towards Gan Yang and the others.

Choke-

Gan Yang slashed at the black-robed man, and then staggered.

Gan Yang only felt that the tiger's mouth was powerful, and his chest was agitated. And the black-robed man had already rushed into the camp and cut off the heads of Gan Chao and Wang Xiaode in succession.

The other party is a master, and the strength of the two is not at the same level.

The other black-robed sand thieves rushed into the team of dart masters, like wolves entering a flock of sheep, and cut down those dart masters who could only do a few simple kung fu or were just strong and wanted to rely on their strength to exchange a bowl of rice to eat.

Gan Yang's eyes cracked, and he shouted violently, turned his horse's head and rushed towards the black-robed sand thief again.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as he can cut off the sand thief's head, he will definitely be able to shake the morale of the army and make them return in vain.

"Suffer death." Ganyang gritted his teeth and roared. That feeling of desperation returns, the reality of trying to kill your opponent with all your might, but no matter how hard and desperate you try, you can't do it.

Whoosh -

Once again, it staggered.

Gan Yang's Baoyue knife slashed at the chest of the black-robed man, and the black-robed man's horse-chopping # knife also slashed at his head.

A way of fighting for your life.

Gan Yang knew that he was no match for this black-robed man, and he was willing to exchange his death for a human life. I hope that this will give my people and my brothers a way to live.

Boom -

Gan Yang flew in the air, he saw his horse, and he also saw his body.

His maroon horse dragged his massive body forward, completely unaware of what they had fallen.

Flying in the air was his head, his great head being cut off with a chopping horse# knife and then slashed into the air.

He watched as his horse and body ran farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into sight.

Smack-

His head fell to the ground, dead and dead.

"Uncle Gan-" Gan Liang was slashing with a black-clothed sand thief. Seeing Gan Yang's tragic death, his movements stagnated and he shouted.

It was only because of this stagnation that the sand thief took the opportunity to slash him in the back.

It's like being bitten by an ant, and he doesn't feel pain at all.

"Uncle Gan—Uncle Gan—" he roared, shouted, and turned his horse's head toward Gan Chao's head. This simple-natured teenager forgot the danger of the battlefield and the horror of killing. All he wanted was to run to his uncle, pick up his head and cry.

After his father died, Uncle Gan was the hope of their family. It is the only shoulder he can lean on, and it is his dearest and dearest relative. It was the man who replaced his father's identity in his heart.

But now he is also dead in front of him, and his head has been cut off with a knife.

The sand thief was covered in blood and had cruel eyes, thinking that Gan Liang wanted to escape, so he chased the horse wildly, holding the horse chopping # knife that was still dripping with blood and killed Gan Liang.

"Gan Liang, run-run-" Li Muyang was so anxious that he was about to go crazy.

He jumped out of the carriage and clutched at something.

He caught the sword of heaven.

It was a strange thing, no matter where he fell, the sword of heaven always followed him, tightly tethered to his belt.

He drew his long sword and rushed towards the black-clothed sand thief who was chasing after Gan Liang.

It's just a round, it's just a face, these damn sand thieves, these butchers who are all going to hell, have almost slaughtered those dart masters who were still alive just now.

The stout man said to himself with a worried face: I rescued you from the mangrove forest, and you owe my brother a favor. If you don't want to return anything else, just give me a good life. Live a long life.

The eldest brother with pimples on his face was called Huang Xuan, and he handed himself an iron kettle and said: Drink saliva to moisten your throat, this pot of water is clean, I haven't drunk it yet-

The young man with bright black eyes said to himself proudly: One day I will also go to Jiangnan City, and I will rush over with a long dart team.

There are also people who have spoken to themselves and smile kindly at themselves when they don't know what to say.

They have wives, children, and families to take care of. They are flesh and blood, living people.

However, they were hacked to death one by one by the devils in these deserts, and their bodies were in different places.

It's a blink of an eye, and it's the time to take a sip of water.

And they were all dead.

Li Muyang felt that he was going crazy.

Hate!

Hate!

The blood is so angry with hatred, and the body trembles with hatred.

He ran as hard as he could, ran as hard as he could.

He ran faster and faster, faster than the horses.

He caught up with the black-clad sand thief, his body leaping high.

Then he raised his sword and slashed at his back.

The black-clothed sand thief sensed the danger behind him, and he turned around in horror, the bloody slashing knife trying to block it.

Bell――

His horse#knife was cut in two, like cutting off a branch.

Boom -

His body was cut in half, like a piece of tofu had been cut open.

With a look of fear on both of his faces, he finally realized the despair of death coming.