A fast horse galloped in.

The horse's hooves flew and trampled countless weeds.

The grassland has not yet turned yellow, and it is still a sea of green.

The horses' hooves were dyed green.

The horse's hooves dyed green galloped like a fly.

Startled a lark, and an arrow jumped into the sky.

There is no trace of the birds, only the birds are left in the air......

On horseback, a man in short clothes.

The waist hangs a scimitar, and the statue of a horse's head on the handle of the knife is lifelike.

On the back of a flag, in the center of the flag, there is still a horse's head embroidered image.

It's the backer gang scout.

"Wang Bao, Li Ding, there is a ...... in the gang," the short-clothed scout shouted when he saw the two horse herding men from a distance.

The voice is sharp and long, like a goshawk hovering in the sky.

Live like an eagle flute on the prairie.

Wang Bao, Li Ding, is the big size of the man with a beard and a red face.

Two little minions, what do you mean by asking them to come back?

The two couldn't help but be stunned.

At least, no horses were lost during this time—not to mention, the most annoying horse thieves were dead.

To be honest, the most inappropriate small characters like them, in the gang, no one will pay attention to their existence.

Just like the bearded Wang Bao sighed every time he finished drinking: they are here to herd the horses for the helper, but if the wolves eat them one day, who will remember them?

Suddenly summoned, I'm afraid it's not a good thing!

It is their duty to put the horse away, but if they lose the horse, they will suffer......

At most, it's just a reward for a little wine and meat, and there will be more whips.

Why?

Is it just for the false name of the horse's head tattoo on his arm?

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

"Wang Bao, Li Ding, hurry back to help receive the reward...... The scout saw the two people stunned in place, quickly whipped up, and roared again.

Receiving the reward? It turned out that he was not punished! Wang Bao and Li Ding breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time, and the expression on his face softened.

"There is a message from Brother Lao!" Li Ding urged him to step forward, hugged his fist at the short-clothed scout, and said very politely: "Big brother, we two brothers, people are soft-spoken, only here for the gang leader to herd horses, not an inch of merit, somehow reward......ed?"

That Li Ding has been studying in a private school for a few days since he was a child, and he has a little pen and ink in his belly, and when he speaks, he can't help but have a bit of a problem with chewing words.

"Don't be verbose!" the hall master ordered, quickly return to help......" The short-clothed scout ignored Li Ding's elegance and politeness, threw a sentence coldly, turned the horse's head, and shouted, and the horse jumped out like lightning again.

"This ......" Wang Bao touched his beard, at a loss.

"Let's go!" Li Ding said, also shouting, and whipped Wang Bao's horse buttocks, and the two fast horses followed the scout with the horse's head banner on their backs, and also rushed out at a gallop......

A fence suddenly appeared in front of me.

It is about three zhang high, and it is a cedar penny with a thick bowl mouth.

There is no head in front and no tail in the back, just like a long snake.

At the gate of the village, a big flag, the three gold of the "Backing Mountain Gang" are waving in the wind, shining in the sunshine of the grassland.

There are also countless small flags, surrounded by fences, countless horse-head embroidered images on the flags, blowing in the north wind, like ten thousand horses galloping.

Inside and outside the walled gate, there are all men in short clothes and strong clothes, one by one hanging their horses' heads with scimitars, riding horses and galloping, turning a blind eye to the arrival of Wang Bao and Li Ding, which seems to be just two grains of dust on the grassland......

There are nine such fences.

Of course, as Wang Bao Li Ding, he can only enter the first walled gate.

Of course, the helper can't be seen.

They were received by a parishioner.

In a hall inside the Toudao Gate.

"Wang Bao Li Ding, you two have made meritorious contributions to killing thieves, and you have grown a helping power! According to the gang rules, you should be rewarded!" After the hall master finished speaking, he turned around and went back with his hands behind his back.

A little minion had already held a tray and presented the reward.

Ten catties of beef, a jar of old wine for the backing gang, and two hundred taels of silver.

"Thank you to the helper! Thank you to the hall master! Thank you big brothers!" Li Ding knelt on the ground and said loudly with his fists clenched.

"Thank you...... Thank you......" Wang Bao, who had been immersed in great happiness and great glory earlier, knelt on the ground, followed Li Ding's rhythm, and said incoherently, feeling dizzy in front of him......

Compared with the past, this reward is really not thin.

Not to mention wine and meat, two hundred taels of snowflakes and silver are enough for the two poor wranglers to be chic for a year and a half.

In other words, don't people live in the world just to live as individuals?

So what exactly is a human being?

Wang Bao, who was born with a beard and can't read a single word, naturally doesn't know, he only knows that there must be wine, meat, and women.

Wine, meat, and women never fall out of thin air.

It costs money.

The finest beef, the old wine, and the nourishing woman mean that more and heavier silver is paid.

Snowflakes of white silver.

Snowflake-white silver will not fall from the sky.

There will only be snowflakes in the sky......

Li Ding, who always looks like a crepe when he speaks, is afraid that he can't say that he is ugly, except for wine and meat women, in his heart, this so-called "human appearance" is probably to get ahead, at least, he can't be bullied.

Looking at the tattoo on the horse's head, touching the horse's head scimitar at his waist, looking up at the huge horse's head flag, and clutching the heavy silver - at least, at this time, they must have thought that they were living a "human life".

Even none of the galloping fellows looked at them squarely.

So what? Now, they have silver in their arms.

Two hundred taels, snowflakes are as white as ever.

Hard and heavy.

Only silver is the most real......

Two Wranglers, two cutlases.

Eliminate a quicksand gang.

The quicksand gang that claims to be the first gang in the desert.

That's all I was rewarded.

But Wang Bao and Li Ding have long been content.

Although it is only the most inappropriate small character of the backer gang, even they know that in the eyes of the backer gang, this group of rabble who do not know the height of the sky is too insignificant.

Even, in Wang Bao Li Ding's opinion, this group of guys is really not worth the price of two hundred taels of silver.

The hall master really thinks highly of this so-called quicksand gang.

With silver in his hand, he walked on the boundless prairie.

They are happy and self-sufficient.

They didn't know that the two of them made a random move, and they solved a long-troubled heart for the helper.

Although the quicksand gang is just a group of rabble, after all, they have been operating in the desert for a long time, and it is inevitable that they will be suspicious.

What's more, didn't his backer gang also grow up step by step from an inconspicuous small gang?

A little lamb may not be able to grow sharp horns, let alone a wolf cub?

The desert steppe is only separated by two mountains of twenty miles.

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snore?

This one sleeping soundly on the side of the couch is still a dangerous wolf cub.

Maybe one day when I grow up, I'll bite you.

This is something that his backers will never tolerate.

Any potential adversary should be eliminated as soon as possible.

It is better to uproot it without leaving even a single hair......

You are the number one gang in the world, and they know too well that this "first" is a pile of flesh and dry bones.

They have fertile grasslands.

Even they themselves couldn't tell whether it was rain or human blood that watered the grasslands......

It's not easy to be the first.

It's harder to stay first.

Of course, they have the strength to exterminate the quicksand gang at any time.

It's a pity that the teacher is unknown.

lost the morality of the rivers and lakes, and the price really outweighed the loss.

But who would have thought that this rabble would be blind and send themselves to the door. God-given opportunity, since you personally deliver it to your door, why not take it all as ordered.

A wolf cub, it's best to clean it up before it has teeth.

Now it's getting what you want.

Two hundred taels of silver, too cheap......

Rumors have no wings, but they fly faster than larks.

The news of the annihilation of the Quicksand Gang soon spread throughout the grasslands.

Soon it spread to the Two Realms Mountain.

I don't know which drinker's mouth passed, this news, mixed with some appalling bloody legends, flew back to the desert in an extremely short time.

Barren desert, barren desert dwellers.

This news is definitely no less than a thunderclap on the ground.

The level of horror was far greater than the thunder that mentioned the horse gang leader Ma Wentian back then.

The first reaction of those people in the desert, undoubtedly, was shock.

Who killed the Quicksand Gang?

Who killed Ma Wentian?

Who killed the horse owl who was more fierce than Ma Wentian?

Who is erasing the quicksand gang that once roamed the desert for thousands of miles from the world in the blink of an eye?

Is it a human, a ghost, a demon?

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

After the shock, there is naturally fear.

Boundless fear.

Fear without a trace.

Fear that there is nowhere to escape.

The fear of doing nothing......

The difficult life in the desert, despite the hardship, they have long adapted to the life with the presence of the quicksand gang.

Although it is inevitable to "filial piety", although no one in the group of guys of the Quicksand Gang who is prancing on the horse will not look at them with squinting eyes, although the Quicksand Gang is also reckless in the desert, and even kills people...... But in any case, with a group of people riding horses and dancing knives around, they seemed to have an extra layer of security.

Although this barrier is always a fierce face.

But now, there is not even that barrier.

has lost the only barrier to entertain themselves, and I'm afraid that in front of them, there will really only be those unknown fierce gods and evil spirits.

Will those unpredictable and demon-like killers kill stars with red eyes and chase all the way to the lair of the quicksand gang?

If there is a fire at the city gate, the fish in the pond will always be affected.

The high rollers on the horses used their knives and guns to kill the grievances and hatreds on the rivers and lakes, and the most suffering must be the poor people struggling to survive on the barren land under the horses.

Blade never knew what "pathetic" was.

No one cares if they live or die.

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

Shock and horror were followed by a brief period of numbness.

The entire desert seemed to suffocate in an instant.

Time seems to stand still?

How can you live without the quicksand gang?

Although before, in the face of the tip of the knife of the quicksand gang, when handing over this and that, there will always be someone secretly cursing behind their backs: a group of bastards will not die well......

Now, these "bastards" really don't get a good death, and it can be said that there is no place to die.

The sudden news overwhelmed those who had been cursing.

Quiet, quiet, quiet in the desert.

Silence, silence, silence in the vast world......

Finally, an old man said: How should I live in the future, and how should I live?

Immediately afterwards, someone said: Without the quicksand gang, I am afraid that the days will be more moisturized!

Moisten a fart!" the old man who spoke first replied with glared eyes.

There was another dead silence on the desert.

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

The sun in the desert seems to have set a little early.

The north wind rose again.

Whizzing, blowing, people wrapped their sheepskin jackets tightly.

There are still people who can't stop shaking.

The night is cold.

Air-cooled.

People are colder.

Even the blood seems to be cold......

But blood always flows.

No one expected that someone shouted first, and immediately, a deafening roar suddenly sounded over the desert.

Thousands of cavities of flowing blood erupted without warning.

Erupt in an instant.

The shock is still there, the fear is still there.

Mixed with this roar of shock and fear, suddenly, there was a little more joy and a little more happiness.

The pleasure of venting......

It's getting darker.

The roar grew louder.

A scramble began without warning.

Everything was expected again......

The Quicksand Gang was wiped out.

But the Quicksand Gang's lair is still there.

The supplies they left behind, the flocks they left behind, the houses they left behind, the tents they left behind, the silver they left behind, and the women they left behind......

These are still there.

The aimless and highly targeted rush is accompanied by great destructive power from the start.

One by one, the nests were revealed.

One by one, tents were overturned.

The rudimentary wooden box was pried open.

Crude jars and jars were smashed......

Once in the desert, like a herd of submissive sheep.

Even if the tail is cut off and the thigh is chopped off, they dare not say a word except for trembling.

The only thing they will do is endure it.

However, who would have thought that a flock of sheep that had fallen into madness would be more bloodthirsty, cruel, and terrible than wolves!

In order to grab an extra piece of clothing and a piece of jerky, they naturally picked up knives and guns.

The quicksand gang is rampant in the desert, relying on the board knife in their hand, their lair, of course, the indispensable knife and gun.

The unpredictable people outside the desert did not come to kill with red eyes, but they themselves had red eyes first.

In the final analysis, almost all of the looted materials were handed over by their own hands.

Many of the marks left by their rough hands are still clearly recognizable.

Thinking about the past, they were almost furious.

The sword and gun raised high, the first round almost without suspense slashed at the children of the quicksand gang who remained in the lair.

This includes many babies who are still in their infancy.

Of course, there are also old women who are useless to them, and there are also disabled people who have missing arms and legs......

After killing the people of the quicksand gang, the bloody blade ran towards the person who was also holding the sword high next to him without suspense.

Half an hour ago, those men were crawling on the dry sand, racking their brains as they struggled to survive.

At that time, they were cowardly and cowardly.

And of course very kind.

But the moment the door of the wealth accumulated by the quicksand gang was unguarded and opened to everyone in the desert, these poor people who were as cowardly as sheep had already gone crazy from the moment the first roar was made......

Crazy.

Collective madness.

Not to mention the young and middle-aged, even some old people are also wielding crutches and eager to try......

They shouted wildly, and slashed their steel knives at the people next to them like crazy.

If you cut down one more, you might be able to grab one more sheep, a silver ingot, and a young woman, though dry......

Naturally, someone set a fire.

The north wind was raging, the flames were dancing wildly, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Swords and guns collided, sparks flew everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

The dying screamed endlessly, and the surviving were in full swing.

Dead bodies everywhere, eyes full of stumps.

The calm desert, unconsciously, has become a hell on earth......

Many days later.

The fighting caused by the looting has long since settled.

Rumors of the fighting are in the ascendant.

The edge of the desert, beside the trail.

A few dead branches supported half a rag to form an improvised tent.

Although under the scorching sun of the desert, it is basically better than nothing.

But it's also attractive enough.

The attraction is certainly not the broken tent.

It's a tea stall under a tent.

For those who cross the desert wasteland with the sun on their heads, the preciousness of a bowl of tea goes without saying.

The stall was set up by a thin old man with one leg lame.

At this time, the old man was muttering to a few tea customers: In the fight that day, he knocked over an old woman with a stick and snatched a torn leather jacket.

But because of that lame leg, he missed a fat sheep.

Looking at the people who were covered in scars and returning with a full load, his heart hurt like a cat's claw, and he longed to cut off the lame leg......

Tea stalls and taverns have always been the most well-informed and well-informed places.

The old man's tea stall is certainly no exception.

As usual, a group of tea customers huddled in the shade of rags, chatting eloquently.

Of course, we are talking about the robbery and fighting that day.

Suddenly, everyone was collectively silenced!

I don't know when, on the wooden table in front of the old man, sat a big man in the shape of a biao.

Dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, with an axe at his waist and a hat on his head.

The hat was pressed so low that I couldn't see the face clearly.

Silently, sitting at the wooden table, it looked like a sculpture.

No one could tell when he arrived, and it seemed to be there all along.

Under the blazing sun, the tea guests felt a chill howling......