A crescent moon hangs over the Dodan Gorge.

Snow-like moonlight sprinkled throughout the canyon, illuminating the dilapidated canyon.

The exit from the south gate of Dodan Town is still full of traffic at the moment.

Trucks form a caravan and wait in line for customs clearance.

The Dodan Township Security Team is responsible for this task, and the trucks need to hold tax returns in order to drive the wagons out of Dodan Town.

Four sheriffs in light leather armor, each with a Roman sword at their waists, each holding a lantern in their hands, inspected each wagon by cart.

With the establishment of a complete tax system in Dodan Town, there is one more task they are usually responsible for, although there are a little more things, but these security guards in the town have no complaints, and they have to arrange shifts to guard the south exit of the town every day.

As for the reason, it is nothing more than a little gray income.

They don't dare to take bribes and let cars without tax bills pass, but some smuggling can occasionally bring them a little money for alcohol.

Some businessmen like to play a side game, they will pay the tax on the four-wheeled truck full of goods, and then return to the yard to load as much as possible, and the goods will not be taxed.

Merchants have become familiar with this routine recently, and the security forces are not so strict on this side.

Moreover, many merchants like to leave the town of Dodan at night, and they also want to take advantage of the dim light at night to hide the weakness on their faces.

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A convoy quietly stopped behind a grassy slope in the night.

Not far away was the rolling Dodan River, the sound of which could almost be heard clearly, and the coachmen sat on the saddle with a little heart, it was not too cold at night, but each of them was wrapped in a blanket.

Several attendants quietly jumped out of the carriage, and one of the leaders waved his hand, and several of them took advantage of the darkness to speed around the grassy slopes and come to the south bank of the Dodan River.

Just by crossing the river, you can enter the Aboriginal slum of Dodan Town.

The strip of land on the north bank of the river had been leveled, and only a dilapidated cooked leather workshop stood alone, and the leather shelves in the yard were almost full of cooked skins, which were piled up in stacks like tall haystacks.

The leader quietly ran to the river, cautiously looking to the sides, he knew the place well.

A hundred meters to the left and right, one of their companions was letting off steam, and they made a normal gesture towards the leader, who beckoned to the other side of the river.

The door of the decoherent leather workshop was quickly pushed open, and several shopkeepers carried bundles of skins out of it, and they ran to the river as fast as they could, and threw a thin rope with a stone tied to it across the river.

The leader on the other side of the river tugged at the rope in his hand and pulled it hard, thinking that there was no problem.

Immediately afterwards, someone on the other side brought out an inflated sheepskin raft from the decocating workshop, and skillfully tied two ropes to the ends of the raft.

When they had set up the bundles of leather on the raft, the leader on the other side pulled the rope and dragged the raft down to the south bank.

The Dodan River is only a little over ten meters wide, and sheepskin rafts laden with leather soon reach the other side of the river.

The leader hurriedly beckoned to the attendants, carried the leather to the back of the grassy slope, and loaded it onto the four-wheeled wagon......

The raft was dragged back by the other side, and the skins had to be carried continuously, all in silence, and everyone was very skillful in their movements, and it was evident that this was not the first time this kind of thing had been done.

It took more than ten consecutive round trips to fill seven four-wheeled wagons with leather goods.

But just as the leader was pulling the last of the rafts, he heard a sharp whistle in the silence of the night, and the whole slum was boiling.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves rumbled, almost instantaneously from far to near.

The leader who received the goods was so frightened that he almost stumbled into the river, and then without hesitation he threw away the rope in his hand, and fled to the grassy slope with a few frightened attendants.

As he ran, he said, "Their horses can't cross the river, we just need to run away quickly......

Hearing the leader say this, the squires immediately sped up a little, and a group of people almost ran back to the convoy.

The coachmen raised their whips and let the wagons move slowly, and when the men ran to the wagons, they jumped into the carts as fast as they could.

But the sound of horses' hooves behind them did not cease there, and just as the coachman galloped into the distance, a group of horsemen rode directly across the Dodan River on Kubolai horses.

The splash of water looks crystal clear and pure in the snowy moonlight.

The war horse was not covered in thick hard armor, and the magic pattern on one leg showed a dim glimmer in the night.

These horses had already raised their speed to the extreme, and in a few steps they crossed the Dodan River, which was more than ten meters wide, and they rushed up the grassy slopes, and at a glance they saw the four-wheeled wagons fleeing frantically south.

The neighing of horses was heard far away in the night, and then the black-armored cavalry swept towards the wagons like black shadows in the night......

In an instant, they caught up with the convoy.

All the cavalrymen were armed with snowy knightly swords, and they did not dismount, but went around to the front of the convoy and raised their swords.

The wagon at the front did not want to stop at all, and at the direction of the coachman, wanted to rush past the cavalry.

"Kill!"

The cavalry shouted out almost at the same time.

The cavalryman who looked at the oncoming carriage slashed the knight's sword in his hand fiercely, and the long sword that became shiny in the moonlight slashed accurately at the horse's head.

A stuffle of blood spurted out, splashing the coachman's face.

The coachman felt that the horse in front of him had dropped suddenly, and fell to the grass with a thud, and the carriage laden with goods continued to rush forward by inertia, and the iron-clad wheels crushed the fallen Kubolai horse.

The wheels are pressed against the horse.

The entire body was raised high and toppled over on the grass.

The coachman was crushed under the carriage and one leg was pinned down by the wheel.

Seeing this, the carriage behind did not dare to rush forward with their heads bored, and several coachmen playfully pulled the reins, slowed down the carriage, and stopped in front of these cavalrymen with dead faces.

The cavalrymen still did not dismount, but quietly surrounded the convoy.

A coachman secretly untied the reins of a Gubolai horse, turned over his horse with great speed, and prepared to take advantage of the gap when the cavalry were not paying attention, and rode on the horse, and the whip was so hard that the Gubolai horse rushed out like an arrow from a string.

In a matter of seconds, the horse rushed out more than ten meters.

And the group of cavalry had no idea of chasing after them, and they didn't even bother to look at them.

Just as he rushed out more than thirty meters, a sharp arrow with lightning pierced through the darkness, and caught up with the fleeing coachman in an arc of 'crackling', and the arrow passed through the back of the coachman, and the moment it came out, it once again sank into the back of the Gubolai horse.

Even the man and the horse fell on the grass at the same time, and the body rolled several meters away before stopping, and the blood kept gushing out.

The coachman's body twitched for a long time before it subsided.

The leader of the convoy didn't expect that these cavalrymen didn't even say a word, and shot whoever dared to run, so frightened that his crotch was hot, and a stream of heat flowed out of his trouser legs.

At this moment, everyone in the team knew that the choice between life and death was just a matter of their own thoughts.

Everyone squatted on the ground and tried to hide their trembling bodies as much as possible......

It wasn't until the tax collector and the town vigilante came from the meadow that the coachmen and attendants crawled over as if they had seen their relatives, and hugged the tax collector of Batra. The legs howled and cried.

Sadness, remorse, and panic poured out.

And the tax collector of Batra was also considered to have taken the stolen goods, and arrested the gang of leather smugglers back to the town of Dodan.