Dawn.

The sun has not yet risen.

There was silence in the world.

Some people lie in dirty, smelly bedding, unconscious.

Some people embrace beautiful women and indulge in the gentle countryside......

The steppe wranglers, of course, belong to the third type.

As the saying goes: horses have no night grass and no fertilizer. Raising horses is really hard work.

Horse grazing on the grassland is especially hard.

It's not as good as the horse breeders in the gate, but they just get up in the middle of the night and add some night grass. The grassland is vast and sparsely populated, the wolves and leopards are haunting, and the wranglers like Wang Bao and Li Ding have never slept a single night. Take turns on duty, be on duty at night, always prevent thieves and wolves everywhere.

The two inferior people worked hard to herd the horses for the gang leader, but in fact, there was not a moment when they were not unconcerned.

The backers have strict laws and discipline and severe punishments. As a slave-level Wang Bao Li Ding, he actually took a big risk by throwing away the horses and looking for happiness at night.

This kind of thing, even if the horses don't have an accident, if they are discovered by the scouts of the backer gang and reported to the hall master, it is enough for them to bear.

Thankfully, there was no sign of the scout until dawn.

The other Wrangler, who was on duty for them, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that nothing had happened all night and the east turned white.

The scouts did not find that Wang Bao and Li Ding had left their posts without permission, but they did find their corpses.

It was thrown at the edge of the desert, twenty miles from the grassland, and ten miles from the mountains of the two realms.

The two died in unison, both of them were split in half from head to hip.

The wound was flattened, presumably caused by a sharp knife from a heavy blade.

There are no traces of a fight around, which shows that the two did not resist before they died, and they are afraid that they have been hit in the acupoint.

As a standard unique to the backer gang, the left arm of the two with a horse's head tattoo was cut off, and I don't know where they were thrown. It can be seen that the perpetrator of the murderer, knowing this sign, seems to be deliberately hiding and deliberately provoking......

Several layers of information were blended together, and the hall master concluded that this must be a vendetta!

Who was the enemy killed?

Almost everyone immediately thought of the Quicksand Gang!

What's more, the corpse was found on the edge of the desert.

Although the Quicksand Gang has been completely exhausted, no one will deny that there may be remnants of the force that escape.

Although Ma Wentian and the second boss died under Shi Xiaosi, most of the gang members were all killed by Wang Bao and Li Ding. What's more, even the thief Shi Xiaosi was kicked to death by Li Ding.

All the spearheads pointed at the desert at the same time, pointing at the remnants of the quicksand gang.

Wang Bao Li Ding is just two grains of dust at the bottom of the backer gang.

But even if it is dust, as the No. 1 gang in the rivers and lakes, it depends on their state of mind that Wang Bao and Li Ding are not in the stream. can be killed by outsiders and thrown into the wilderness, this kind of insult is unbearable for his backers.

First, he sent someone to retrieve the corpse, and according to the level of the gang, he was given two thin-skinned coffins, and he was able to collect the burial. The left arms of both men disappeared, and they were replaced with two birch branches, which was regarded as preserving the whole body and being buried.

That Wang Bao has no other relatives, Li Dingzhi has an old mother, heard that her son was in trouble, ran to crawl in front of the grave, looking for death and crying for a long time.

After burying Wang Bao Li Ding, he backed the mountain to help a group of people, and he had already started to do it.

A banner embroidered with a horse's head was waved, and a horse team slaughtered into the desert......

Just when Niu Ye was sitting on the stake chopping wood, Wang Bao and Li Ding's acupoint in the dark point took the two of them out again to "clean up", and the man who was "cleaned up" was lying in the fragrant quilt of peony, enjoying the rare warmth.

His person is none other than Meng Erdan.

The old woman really didn't break her promise, and asked Meng Erdan to "clean up" two poor ghosts who didn't have much silver and tried to "clean up" Mengru, and immediately offered three hundred taels of snowflake silver, and then generously called out four flowers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and respectfully asked Meng Erdan to choose and enjoy.

That Meng Erdan is a person who walks the rivers and lakes, he is used to sleeping in the open air, and he can have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, which is already burning high incense.

He was supposed to be in the prime of life, but now he is accompanied by beauty, so there is a reason to shirk?

Four flowers stood in a row in front of Meng Erdan's weather-beaten eyes, and he suddenly felt out of his soul, and the whole person almost fainted.

I was stunned for a long time, but when I came back to my senses, I picked the peony at a glance.

The three-inch-tall man, when he saw the tall girl, he salivated. A tall and burly man, but he is particularly fond of petite and tender women.

The peony has read countless people, has always been known for being delicate, and now seeing that the old bustard has such respect for Meng Erdan, where dare to slack off half a point, he has already invited this tall man into the embroidery room, and served all night with a thousand charming and gentle infinitely.

Lying in the quilt of the peony, Meng Erdan, a high-roller who split Wang Bao and Li Ding in half with an axe, suddenly had a strong feeling of greed for life and fear of death.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, and even the peony's laurel bed was shaking.

In the end, it is a man who has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, Meng Erdan jumped up from the cinnamon bed full of strange fragrances, quickly got dressed, put an axe in his waist, and jumped out of the door in one step.

A team of horses, with no head in front and no tail in the back, jumped on the horses one by one, killing from the sky.

In the early morning, the town was so obscene that it seemed that even the already cramped mud houses had become shorter, and they were huddled by the side of the road one by one, and not a single door dared to open it.

The Two Realms Mountain is just a small place, compared to the boundless sea of grass, the twenty miles of mountains are just a ripple in the sea.

The town is even more unsightly, afraid that it is just a drop of water on the ripples.

The backers helped the horse team to spread all over the world, and suddenly rushed into the town.

A flying dust rose from the sky, flooding the town early.

The yellow dust flooded the yellow earthen houses, and the town seemed to disappear in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a banner embroidered with a horse's head flying.

Only the sound of horses' hooves echoed through the sky.

Not a single horse stood still.

The Two Realms Mountains are too insignificant.

No one paid attention to Meng Erdan standing on the roof.

Through the flying dust, Meng Erdan saw the horse-headed flag crackling and roaring, rushing towards the desert.

An imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on his unshaven face......

The desert is still sleeping.

In this barren place, the climate is even harsher.

The sun comes out to dry the dead, and the sun goes down to freeze to death.

The desert in the early morning is even colder.

A thunderclap rumbled.

Not from heaven, but from the earth.

Since Ma Wentian's death, thunder has not been heard on the desert for a long time.

In the meantime, although there has also been a thrilling battle and robbery, after all, it has lasted for a short time, and the desert people who are accustomed to forgetting seem to have long forgotten the past, even if they talk about it, they don't mention it much.

This kind of topic is usually focused on the lame man's tea stall.

Even the lame man is missing, and no one mentions it.

They still live a difficult life with sunrise and daily rest.

He stole supplies from the quicksand gang, and he didn't become rich.

The poverty that is still alive is incomparable......

In the eyes of the backers, the quicksand gang is nothing more than a rabble.

Actually, it's pretty much the same.

Except for Ma Wentian and a few other backbones, the rest are basically desperate homeless.

They are not like the backer gang, which is well-organized and strictly legal, except for the tiger head banner that has long been trampled by the horse's hooves, there are few special signs.

They don't have tattoos on their arms.

There is also no tiger head logo on the hilt.

Those blades used by the quicksand gang are just beaten by a desert blacksmith in Guanzhong, and anyone can buy them for a few silver dollars.

Moreover, most of these people living in poverty in the desert seem to have no spare money to buy a steel knife.

They walk in the desert, even if they really need to defend themselves, at most they take a red willow whip that does not cost money.

Even the knives and guns snatched from the lair of the quicksand gang in the last robbery were also regarded as a precious material, and they had been hidden tightly, a group of outsiders, where to find them?

The quicksand gang slaughtered into the desert with great momentum, and the prancing horse danced the knife for a long time, but they didn't know where to vent their anger?

Knocking over a few nests, catching a few poor old men with a dirty face, when they saw the scimitar in their hands, they were so frightened that they peed their pants, except for a vigorous nod and waist to buckle their heads, they couldn't even ask a clear word, and they also interrogated a dick......

Tossing for a long time, I was worried that I had no place to use my strength, and suddenly, a careful little minion made an important discovery.

It turned out that there was a shortage of materials on the desert, and when Ma Wentian was rampant, no matter what he snatched, in order to show its dignity, a tiger head pattern would be engraved on it.

Even those snatched women, no exception, all branded a grinning tiger head on their backs.

This is easy to do, as long as something with a tiger's head is found in the house, even if it is not the remnants of the quicksand gang, it has an inextricable relationship with the quicksand gang.

They didn't seem to have heard of the robbery after the Quicksand Gang was wiped out.

A more intense scramble than the last one began.

Wherever the blades of the backer gang went, almost all the supplies were moved out, as long as there was a tiger head logo on it, the more expensive ones naturally entered the blankets on the backs of the backer horses, and the stupid ones were all smashed and burned.

All the women, young and old, were stripped of their clothes and stood by the roadside, showing their bare backs to the horse team of the backers. In the same way, all the women who have the tiger's head on their backs, the younger ones who are more nourished, naturally also get on the back of the backers, and the old ones who are withered and ugly, no matter how they justify, have all become new ghosts under the scimitar.

The desert people are used to being poor.

desperately robbed the quicksand gang's things, but before he could cover the heat, he was robbed by the backer gang with profits.

Some of the women who snatched it didn't have time to get a good fit.

What's more, in the last robbery, some fierce ones desperately grabbed a few more pieces, and in a blink of an eye, they all became a burden. How many strong men were born after that, so they took their lives.

After several rushes and killings, some young women with thin soft heels who did not actually have the symbol of a tiger's head were also taken captive on horseback without exception.

With the looting from the bottom upside down, the massacre inevitably began.

Another kind of plate knife with a slightly special shape was found.

The scimitars were raised in rows.

Heads rolled down in piles.

Smoke rose everywhere.

Everywhere there was a river of blood.

Everywhere the cry shook the ground.

The sound of killing everywhere is terrifying.

A calm desert, a bitter desert.

The bitter and calm desert turned into purgatory in an instant.

Living death.

It was bloodier, more brutal, and more horrific than the scene after that robbery

............

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a man stood on horseback.

Dressed in a cloth shirt, with an axe at his waist, his face is full of stubble.

It was Meng Erdan.

A tall horse in his crotch and a delicate woman in his arms.

It's none other than Peony.

The old woman's enthusiasm doesn't last long.

The stunner as delicate as a peony is, of course, not something that can be held in your arms out of thin air.

Although Meng Erdan was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, he had been walking in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he was inevitably covered in mud and sweat and vulgar.

But he had silver in his loins.

Needless to say, the three hundred taels given by the old woman who opened the brothel, before he came to the Two Realms Mountain, his burden was heavy enough.

He has been wandering for a long time, and it is inevitable that he will be nostalgic for the gentle country.

He also knows that in this world, there are few things that cannot be bought when he takes out silver. If you really can't buy it, I'm afraid the silver is not heavy enough.

No, he would be very comfortable holding this peony in his arms, which has made many men scattered.

And this spring flower leaned her head on his chest very tenderly......

A barren mountain, without half a grass or tree, the flat ground is raised dozens of zhang, standing on it, the battle on the desert can be seen at a glance.

In fact, this is not a fight, it is a massacre without suspense.

Cut the tofu with a quick knife, and the wolf into the flock.

From the moment when the backer helped the horse team gallop into the desert, this ending was already doomed.

They ran, hidden, and struggled in vain......

At this time, how many people began to miss the quicksand gang that had been cursed by them thousands of times.

Although, there are also discerning people who know that even if the Quicksand Gang is still there, they will still not be the opponent of the Backer Gang.

But even if they are not opponents, they will not be slaughtered as one-sidedly as they are now.

Put a few dogs on the side of the flock, the wolf is coming, even if it is not an opponent, at least it can bark a few times, meet a bold dog, see the right time to rush up, maybe you can also tear off a piece of the wolf's thigh meat.

If the quicksand gang is in ......

Meng Erdan rode on his horse, looking at the barren land that was in dire straits, with a smug smile on his face.

Excessive self-satisfaction made him subconsciously hold the peony tightly in his arms, so tight that the peony almost suffocated.

And the petite beauty seemed to be very satisfied with this warm embrace, panting lightly, and leaning her head tightly on Meng Erdan's solid chest, which became more and more bird-like and moving......

The Holocaust is finally over.

I don't know how many people have gone through the difficult road of life ahead of schedule.

The survivors wept, wondering if they were afraid or happy?

In any case, the moment that moved the heavens and the earth and frightened the gods and ghosts has finally passed.

Those who have gone have already left, and those who are alive, even if it is difficult, have to bend their bodies and grit their teeth to go on the road ahead......

The horse team of the Backer Gang has returned to the grassland.

The dust raised by countless horses' hooves has long since disappeared.

The Mountains of the Two Realms returned to calm.

Niu Ye got up before dawn as usual, sat on a stake and chopped firewood.

Meng Erdan lived in the dirt yard opposite and didn't leave, hugging the peony every day, and seemed to have regarded the old woman's courtyard as his home.

He had silver anyway.

Sometimes I would go to Niu Ye's tavern to drink, and every time I didn't forget to inquire about the whereabouts of the legendary "Soul Chasing Sword......

A few days later, an unkempt and dazed old beggar came to the town.

The sharp-eyed drinker had already discovered that this old woman who was walking and swaying with a stick and a broken bowl was none other than Li Ding's mother.

The backer gang slaughtered the desert, but did not commit any crime against the two realms of the mountains.

Although the people in the town are kind, they are all poor after all.

On that path, there were too many peddlers and pawns who came and went every day.

Truth be told, not many people will pay attention to the arrival of this old beggar.

They still hold wine bowls, chewing their tongues in the sky and on the ground, and many people spend the day in Niu Ye's tavern.

When Meng Erdan arrived, he could mix half a bowl of wine to drink.

Suddenly, one day, an idler found that the old beggar was dead.

His face was bloodless, skinny, and he knew at a glance that he had been starved to death.