"Master, basically cleaned up."

Temu Agu wiped the blood from his face and showed a simple smile at Han Shao.

Han Shao glanced at the pale young men on the other side.

Bow your head slightly, indicating approval.

"Well done."

In the face of Han Shao's praise, Temu Aguda's face was overjoyed.

And those noble breeds who originally belonged to the beggar department also straightened their chests at this time, with a high-spirited and proud face.

Although this time, they just did some 'finishing touches'.

Nor did they get a substantial reward.

But to be recognized is already a great thing to be happy about.

Because it means that they are being 'accepted' by another group.

Han Shao looked at them with satisfaction and nodded again.

"Lately, you've been working a little harder to teach these newcomers what the rules are."

Hearing Han Shao's pleasant words.

A cruel smile suddenly appeared on the faces of the young men who were originally begging.

"Rest assured hosts! With us, no one dares to disobey the rules! ”

There is no good or evil.

If you use it correctly, you will use it correctly.

If you use it evilly, you will be evil.

I have to say that these routines I have learned from the rule of law column are really easy to use.

After all, in the final analysis, usually this kind of organized behavior is not something that ordinary people can play.

As for Han Shao, he was just more studious at the beginning.

……

When an army is not about logistics.

It also has great mobility and unrivaled attack power.

Then it is invincible in a sense!

So when those wearing cold and hard black armor and straddled the tall iron horses, swept across the entire Monan grassland.

No one can resist!

Anyone who dares to stand in front of them will be crushed into powder!

Not even the vast majority of the thousand horsemen who are usually proud of the tribes of the Quartet!

After a storm of windswept clouds.

Countless tribes, large and small, before the cold winter of the steppe before this blizzard.

There was a peaceful dead silence in advance.

There is a war going on in the south, and many things from the Yongren realm cannot get by.

He was requisitioned a lot by the Khan and the royal court.

Therefore, this year, materials on the grassland are becoming more and more scarce.

There are steppe traders transporting goods that are in demand for the winter, ready to take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune.

But when they passed through a certain tribe, they found that the tribe in front of them was quiet and a little scary.

After shouting loudly, there was still no movement.

In the end, the merchant was still bold, silently reciting the names of the Immortal Heaven and the Witch God, and cautiously stepped into this tribal community filled with the meaning of endless death.

It's just that the moment they approached, everyone froze in place.

As far as the eye can see, the yurt, which was originally snow-white, is full of splashes of ink.

And for this strange ink color, how could they, the merchants who traveled from south to north, not know what it was?

That's clotted and dried blood!

"Immortal God!"

The leader of the merchants exclaimed.

Immediately realized that the tribe in front of him was afraid that it had been wiped out!

It's just that he only felt sorry for this tribe at first, and he didn't have any other emotions.

Because in the steppe, such bloody wars between tribes, although not rare, are not uncommon.

And as a trader, he has nothing to fear.

After all, except for the hateful horse bandits, no tribe would mess with them as traders.

Unless they never want anyone to trade with them again.

So the leader of the merchants led everyone to a moment of silence, and then prepared to set off for the next tribe.

But at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation not far away.

"First ...... Chieftain! You...... Come and see! ”

Hearing the exclamation from the caravan guard, the merchants suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Hurriedly surrounded the leader, quickly walked in the direction where the voice came from, and walked quickly.

But they didn't go far before the figures of the crowd were completely stiffened.

It's a mountain of corpses!

"Chief...... This ......"

The pale merchant couldn't even say a word when he looked at his leader.

And their leader's face was no better.

How so?

He couldn't figure it out.

After all, the tribes on the steppe attack each other, unless there is really some blood feud.

Otherwise, it would definitely not be like this!

And this kind of Jingguan style is not like their grassland people at all.

It's like ......

The leader of the merchants, frightened by the thought in his mind, said in a trembling voice.

"Yongren...... It's Yongren! ”

"The Yong people have come to our grassland!"

Hearing the leader's words, the merchants were stunned for a moment, and then all looked incredulous.

Yongren?

How can it be?

In fact, it is no wonder that they reacted in this way.

Because in their cognition and the inheritance of their ancestors, the Yong people have not gone deep into the grassland like this for hundreds of years.

In fact, many young people on many grasslands today have never even seen the Yong people.

All their impressions of the Yong people come from the stories of others.

For example, the elders of the clan, and the merchants who walk the entire grassland in front of them......

"But...... Didn't the Yong people fight the Khan in the south? How did it appear in the grasslands? ”

And they're well-informed.

As far as they knew, the Khan had already defeated the Yong people and killed many people.

In this way, it is even more impossible for the Yong people to appear on the grassland!

Listen to the words of the people around me.

The merchant leader, who was originally frightened, was also a little unconfident.

Is it true...... Am I scaring myself? ’

With this thought in mind, he pondered for a moment before saying categorically.

"Let's hurry up and see the next tribe!"

If it is true that the Yong people came to the grassland, then it is definitely not only this tribe that suffers!

You'll see when the time comes.

When everyone heard the leader's words, they also nodded yes.

It didn't take long to get into action.

As for saying that if they do this, they may run headlong into the army of Yong who may exist.

The merchants didn't think much about it.

First, they are a group of adventurers on the grassland, and they can't do this even if they are timid.

Second, if the Yong people really came, they might as well die.

Because it means that they have collected the in-demand materials at a high price this time......

Damn it!

It's all smashed!

However, this is the way it is in this world, and often you are most afraid of encountering bad luck.

Bad luck will come quietly at this time.

So the merchants soon despaired.

It's the same scene again, it's the same mountain of corpses.

"Chief...... Pick up...... What's next? ”

Damn it!

How does Lao Tzu know?

The leader of the merchants wanted to weep without tears.

For this trip, he has smashed all his net worth, and even borrowed some debts from the big clans.

If the time is not up to the designated cattle and sheep, those vicious wolves who eat people and don't spit out bones will definitely swallow him with the belt bones!

Thinking of the terrible place, the merchant leader's eyes were terrified, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

However, his resilience and acumen as a businessman still gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Let's go! Keep going! Let's go to the big tribes! ”

As long as those big tribes are okay.

It proves that things aren't really bad that way.

He himself can be saved!

After saying this, he pushed everyone away and took the lead and roared away.

It was just that when their caravan was heading in the direction of the big tribe, a terrifying scene happened.

On the gentle slope in the distance, a dark silk thread stopped there, silently watching them.

"Yong...... Yongren! ”

"It's really Yongren!"

"Yongren is really here!"

When many of them went south to buy goods, they had seen that cold and hard black armor from afar.

But now it's on the prairie!

It's the territory of their Karasuma people!

No one can describe the horror and shock they felt at this moment.

The figures, shrouded in black armor, stared at them like a grim reaper from hell.

It seemed that the next moment they were going to be led to the depths of the earth, which was full of endless terror.

"Run!"

Under the pressure of great fear, some merchants rode their horses wildly.

But there are also people who don't.

"Goods! My goods! ”

It's just that the companion next to him raised his hand and it was a slap.

"You're crazy! If the goods are gone, you can earn again! There is only one life! ”

The merchant who was awakened by a slap could only endure the pain and leave everything behind and run frantically.

At this time, they found that the guards they had hired at a great deal of money were running faster than them.

Damn it! Damn it!

Come and protect me!

I'll add money!

But in the face of the hard shouts of the employer behind him, those guards did not look back.

I don't care about you!

Do you take Lao Tzu for a fool?

……

"Sima, don't chase?"

Facing the doubts of the soldiers around him.

Han Shao chuckled.

"Don't rush, let the fear fly for a while."

……

(End of chapter)