The red sun is rising.

Another dawn has arrived.

The sky is full of flying clouds and clouds over the grassland.

The beard crawled out of the tent, still awake from the wine.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked up, and the sun that had just climbed the horizon was as red as blood.

The red-faced man with a few rat mustaches also yawned and crawled out of the tent.

Although they have horse head tattoos on their arms, they are the least popular characters in the backers.

The big camp of the backer gang can't get in.

The wine and delicacies treasured by the backers have nothing to do with them.

They only herded horses and sheep in this remote place.

The life of herding is undoubtedly monotonous.

But they had to endure this monotony.

They're just minions.

Occasionally, sneaking to the Two Realms Mountain and drinking a few glasses of thin wine in Niu Ye's tavern is like a festival.

Sometimes, I will get some rewards from the gang, such as wine and meat, but there will not be many such rewards.

After all, they're just minions at the bottom.

There are also times when they will be punished, such as the last time, when Bai Xuanyi, the "white-faced man", stole 200 horses at one time.

They also have to endure this punishment.

Sometimes they are also proud, even if it is just a small role that is not in the stream, it is also a small role of the backer. The backer gang, the largest gang in the rivers and lakes, just by virtue of this name, walking in the rivers and lakes, others should also look up to them.

For this, they will also be happy.

At least, at this time, their mood is very good.

Last night, the old shopkeeper of the tavern was really polite, with good wine and meat, full of food and drink, and picked up three horses.

In the backer gang with a herd of cattle and horses, three horses are really nothing, but they are still enough to be happy when they are picked up for nothing.

Besides, those three horses are really good horses.

What's even happier is that a small thief who doesn't enter the stream has cleaned up a few horse thieves for them, and in the future, they can worry less.

A few little thieves who specialize in stealing horses, who are as annoying as flies, hit him so hard that they ran away without a trace. As soon as I turned around, I heard noise in my ears again, which was really annoying.

Seeing the head of the horse thief with his own eyes can at least be quiet for a while.

And the horse thief's mount is now at his door.

Looking at the white horses at the door of the tent, I suddenly felt a different kind of pleasure in my heart......

There was a faint sound of horses' hooves.

Not their herd.

Their herd of horses at this time will not have this kind of momentum.

And this vague sound of horses' hooves seems so murderous.

The comers are not good.

The two men exchanged glances, nodded, returned to the tent, dressed neatly, slung their scimitars, and turned on their horses.

In the morning mist, a flag flew in the distance.

The tiger head embroidery on it looms.

Quicksand Gang!

It's the quicksand gang.

The two men did not change their faces, but quietly grasped the hilt of the knife.

It was a kind of scimitar that was all too common in the prairie.

The slight difference is that the statue of a horse's head on the hilt of the knife is radiant and lifelike.

The horse's head tattoo and the horse's head handle are the symbols of the backer gang.

A large group of men galloped towards the yellow sand.

It's like a gust of yellow wind......

The horse owl took the lead, crossed the tiger head flag, and rushed into the grassland first.

He saw the three white horses in front of the tent at a glance.

White Horse!

It must be the three white horses!

After running around for most of the night, the anger in Ma Xiao's heart "soared" again, and rushed straight into the sky for three thousand miles.

With a "whoosh", he pulled out his sword, pointed to the beard standing in front, and asked, "What about the man in black, why don't you hand it over quickly!"

The beard was not panicked, and said slowly: "What are the people in black, the people in white, and the people in Tsing Yi?" What are you talking about? What ......?"

The red-faced man behind him slapped his mount and rushed up, facing the group of men-pampering men, he politely hugged his fists: "Everyone, you are far away! I don't know what you are doing here?"

A few polite words, Ma Xiao's anger was ignited again, and he kept the tip of his knife and shouted angrily: "Don't be verbose! Hand over the man in black quickly!"

"The man in black, are you talking about—yes—that thief head? yes, that thief head, 'ghost hand' Shi Xiaosi?" said the red-faced man, rubbing his beard, pondering.

"What Shi Xiao Si Shi Xiao Wu! The man in black in the tavern, the man in black who used the scimitar, he killed my father! Kill my second leader of the quicksand gang, the young master will break his body into pieces! Hand it over! Hand it over!" Ma Xiao heard this, brandished his sword, and shouted hoarsely.

"It turned out to be the young leader of the quicksand gang, disrespectful and disrespectful! It's just that the thief is really not here......" Hearing Ma Xiao's report leaving the house, the red-faced man bowed his hand to Ma Xiao again, and said very politely.

"What about others, what about people, hand them over!"

"That little thief was kicked to death by my eldest brother a long time ago, you have to ask someone, who knows? Xu was thrown into the mountains for the wolf to eat, who ......knows" It turned out to be looking for Shi Xiaosi, and the beard that came back to his senses slapped his horse and rushed to say.

"You must have hidden him, hand him over!" said the horseman, tearing his throat and shouting loudly.

"How could I do such a reluctant thing!" the red-faced man stroked his beard and said unhurriedly.

"Hand it over!!......" the horse roared, shaking the knife in his hand.

"You must have been hiding—look, why is the white horse here for you?" said a strong man next to the horseman, who also took a step forward.

"White horses?haha—how rich my backers are, what are a few horses, and what horses do we have? Do you want a white horse?" Okay, I'll let you see, the white horse and the black horse can look ......at it casually," the red-faced man said, pouting, and pointing to the place where the sun was rising. Looking over, I saw a large group of horses slowly running towards this side, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, as if the whole grassland was moving.

"Look! Get out of here! It's a good day, I don't want to kill people—a few horses, I use knives and guns for a few horses, and I don't know ......how many horses I have stolen by the little thief," the bearded muttered indistinctly, unintentionally tightening the handle of the knife.

"Presumptuous!" Before the horse owl could speak, the strong man beside him let out a loud shout and planted the tiger head banner in his hand on the ground.

"Bold!" Seeing that ugly flag was planted on the grassland, the red-faced man suddenly changed color, pulled out his scimitar, and shouted in a broken voice.

The horse roared angrily and looked up at the sky.

The morning glow fills the sky.

The grasslands were blood-red.

"Grab your footcloth and get out!" the red-faced man commanded, brandishing his scimitar.

The horse tightened his grip on the hilt.

The beard also pulled out his scimitar, exchanged glances with the red-faced man, and nodded.

The red-faced man nodded as well.

The two of them slapped their mounts almost at the same time, and they rushed out like arrows.

The horse owl and the group of big men of the quicksand gang also urged the mounts......

Everyone knows that speed is crucial when fighting right away.

Although the quicksand gang rode all good horses, no matter how good the horses were, they galloped wildly for most of the night and became the end of the crossbow.

The horse owl was a man, but he didn't understand this truth, so he drew his mount a few times and rushed forward.

The soaking wet horses barely managed to move along.

On the other side, the bearded man and the red-faced man struck at him like lightning.

A horse is a fast horse, and a knife is a fast knife.

Full of wine and food, waiting for work.

They were brought up on horseback, and they were on a prancing horse, and they were walking on the ground.

With a "click", the tiger head flag, including the big man who fought the flag, became two at the same time, and the majestic tiger head flag fell under the horse's hooves.

The horse owl screamed wildly and rushed over with a blade knife.

A sneer of disdain came out from the corner of his beard, and with a flick of his wrist, the horse's head had already flown into the sky, leaving only a headless body, dancing with a sword......

The north wind is blowing.

The fierce wind of the hunt dispelled the flying glow in the sky.

The sky turns blue and stretches as far as the eye can see.

The grassland appears to be sparse and boundless.

Boundless grasslands connect with endless skies.

Under the long sky, on the grassland, there are corpses lying horizontally and vertically.

Blood seeped into the steppe.

The weeds are dense and lush.

Could it be that this rich and beautiful grassland is really watered by human blood?

The bearded man and the red-faced man leisurely put away their knives and rode their horses.

The statue of a horse's head on the hilt of the sword rises high, as if it is about to gallop.

The heavy banner embroidered with the tiger's head lay on the ground, trampled into a rag by the horse's hooves.

As for them, they also deserve to play a tiger head flag?

Haha, it's almost the same as a rat-tail flag......

The bearded and red-faced man looked at the tattered tiger head on the flag and looked up to the sky and laughed.

The horses ridden by the quicksand gang were all taken as ordered.

As for the corpses, at night, some of them were cleaned up by wolves.

From then on, there was no quicksand gang in the world.

The Quicksand Gang is gone.

The desert is still there.

The poor in the desert are still there.

The poor people in the desert still live in poverty.

For them, there is a quicksand gang and there is no quicksand gang, it seems to be the same.

The greatest is that poverty comes from the barrenness and danger of the desert.

Although there is the exploitation of the quicksand gang.

Without these exploits, their lives would still be miserable.

They have adapted to this poverty, this suffering.

What if you don't fit in? It's not like this for generations.

Eating meat is a day, and drinking porridge is also a day.

You have to live like this day by day.

How many people who are unwilling to be poor have walked out of the desert with their necks in spite of the old man's dissuasion, and what has been the result? How many have gone out, and how many have never returned.

Look at that quicksand gang, how domineering and beautiful it is in the desert, when they arrive in the grassland, they haven't all died under the scimitar?

Even the flag was trampled by the horses' hooves.

The wind blows in the desert.

Life in the desert goes on.

Niu Ye's life is also going on.

A small tavern, business is good and bad, because it is located on a traffic artery, in short, business is still in the past.

It is more than enough to provide him with food and clothing for an old man and a sheepherd, and his second sister-in-law.

Although I sometimes meet some people who play with swords, in short, the peaceful days are still the majority.

Except for the young and frivolous who don't know the height of the sky, who wouldn't like to be calm?

And who wouldn't love tranquility?

The days are peaceful, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing.

A good life, isn't that what it is?

Think about it, I've been here for 20 years.

How many twenty years are there in a person's life?

Twenty years have passed, the desert is still the desert, the grassland is still the grassland, the two realms of the mountains, and the two realms of the mountains.

Even the poplar tree behind the house was neither cut down by lightning nor used as firewood by anyone, it was still it, it was still the poplar tree.

The two tombs under the tree are still two inconspicuous mounds......

It's just him, and he's getting older year by year.

More often than not, of course, he doesn't think so.

It was a very humble tavern.

Three façade houses, earthen houses.

It is divided into two, the front is a storefront, the back is a kitchen, and it is divided into two bedrooms, and the two sisters-in-law of the sheep herd have one room.

Behind the house is a small courtyard.

There was no view in the courtyard, just a pile of firewood.

Behind the courtyard, there are three earthen houses.

Two are wine-making workshops, and a small room next to it naturally became Niu Ye's bedroom.

Every day before dawn, Niu Ye gets up early.

One of the things you have to do every morning is chopping wood.

When they had finished chopping wood, they went to make a fire. Every once in a while, you have to make wine, these technical jobs are obviously not something that a stupid person like the shepherd and Second Sister-in-law You can handle, and you have to do it yourself.

I lit a fire, opened two wooden doors, and started the day's business.

Niu Ye is naturally the shopkeeper, the shepherd runs the hall, and the second sister-in-law You is in charge, how many years have passed, and the cooperation is also a tacit understanding.

When he was fine, Niu Ye always sat behind the counter, silently looking at the wasteland opposite, and there seemed to be too much of the past hidden in those deep-set eyes......

But he didn't say a word in total.

He always sat there quietly, motionless, like a rock.

Only at dusk, Niu Ye would always serve a few pots of wine, silently walk to the poplar tree behind the house, and sit alone in front of the two tombs for a long, long time......

No one knows whose grave it is.

For many years, this habit of Niu Ye has not changed.

Rain or shine, thunder and thunder.

The tavern that has been open for twenty years is different from ordinary businessmen, and such a long business career has not allowed Niu Ye to develop the kind of snobbish face that businessmen are accustomed to.

On the contrary, he rarely takes the initiative to greet guests.

Of course, he is a childless man.

His food and drink are always genuine.

Although Second Sister-in-law You's cooking skills are limited, she is born rude.

But in this remote place, it is enough to stew rotten mutton and fry peanuts without deception, deception, or discount.

As for putting too much salt and too little ginger, the average drinker and diner are not so picky.

He seldom pays attention to one person.

Except for the teenager.

The coarse-clothed boy who never said a word.

He often comes to Niu Ye's shop to drink, and always sits in the corner of the wall.

Except for asking the shepherd for wine, there was never a superfluous word.

He sits against the wall every time, leaving the public with an emaciated back forever.

He always had a sword stuck in his belt.

Even when he was drinking, the sword was stuck in his belt.

Even though the sword was so crude.

No one knows where he came from.

No one knows where he's going.

He was like a wolf.

A lone wolf.

A lone wolf walking alone in the wasteland.

Every time he came for a drink.

Niu Ye, who was sitting behind the counter, would always involuntarily look at him a few more times.

Look at his back.

Look at his drinking posture.

Look at the crude sword on his belt......

Sometimes, looking at it, a spark of passion flashed in Niu Ye's cloudy eyes......

What kind of teenager is that......