Chapter 8: Border Town (3)

"What should I do?!" Sabiel screamed behind his back, and the wails of others gradually subsided, and only blood flowed along the sand and gravel to their feet. Alatimur knew that in this moment, his companions probably had all gone to see Allah! The chaotic cry of camels came from behind the tent, and some bandits must have robbed their goods and camel caravans. Alatimur stamped his feet and shouted wildly: "No!" His hard work, his wealth, and his dreams were destroyed in an instant!

Alatimur thought of running away! It was obvious that it was impossible to rob property from the robbers in front of him, but he was unwilling to die. He shouted to Sabile behind him: "Kill out!" The two still stood with their backs and rushed towards the crowd surrounding them. The battle between trapped beasts was so tragic that Alatimur and Sabile had their eyes red and fought bloodyly to make a life. Many corpses fell down around them soon, and a small gap was really prominent in the encirclement. The two spread their legs and ran to the depths of the desert.

The bandits were not in a hurry to chase. The knight on the middle of the horse seemed to be the leader of the entire bandit gang. The eyes behind the black masked cloth were flashing with a cold and even mocking light. He looked at the two people running in the desert calmly. As the distance was almost the same, he waved his hand gently. The two mastiffs, who had been impatient for a long time, jumped out of the team. The dark figure flashed like a ghost in the night, and in a blink of an eye, had chased behind the two people who were running away. The mastiff made a creepy cry from his mouth and rushed over. Sabile was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground, and his neck was bitten off immediately.

Alatimul was already crazy. He turned his hand and was slashing the front leg of the mastiff that was jumping high. The beast was wailing and rolling to the ground. Alatimul continued to run wildly. Suddenly he heard the sound of bows and arrows vibrating the air in his ears. He raised his face and stared at the stars in the night sky. It was the gem inlaid with Persian beauty on his forehead? Alatimul heard a giggle sound from his throat, lowered his head, and saw an arrow sticking out from the front of his neck, with a faint ray of bright red on it. Alatimul fell down on his back, his eyes still wide, as if he was still looking forward to the beautiful Central Plains, and the money, enjoyment and satisfaction that he could get one step away.

The leader of the bandit urged him to step forward, put the bow in his hand behind him, and circled around Alatimul's corpse, signaling his subordinates to pull out the cluster of arrows inserted into the corpse, and then he fired three rockets into the sky, and the long whistle echoed over the desert for a long time.

After a while, the desert returned to the silence of death. After a while, heavy snow began to rise from the sky, strong winds whistled, and snow and sand all over the sky were rolled up. The fragments of the tents were burned in the air and were soon blown away. The white snow and yellow sand worked together to cover the scarlet red everywhere. The bodies of nearly a hundred Persian merchants were about to be buried under the endless pile of sand. Only a few years later, the passing people discovered their thick bones. Camels and vehicles loaded with cargo had long disappeared, and like the bandits, they seemed to have disappeared at the end of the desert forever.

After a long time, the wind gradually stopped and the blizzard began to slow down. A little bit of leaping fire appeared on the wasteland. A small group of people walked forward with the wind and snow and finally arrived at the camp where the Persian caravan was stationed. From the outside, they looked very similar to the bandits before, with the same black armor and the hard crossbow of horses, but the faces were not covered by black cloth, but a bronze mask of a perverted wolf. Judging from their careful steps and their expressions of following each other, this should be another team of people.

When they approached the camp, they saw corpses lying under the sand and snow. Before they could even be buried completely. The felt of the tent was burned and blown away. As long as several iron frames used for fixing were bent down, they still stood up unwillingly. The new group of people carefully checked the scene of the killing, and their faces were solemn and their expressions were horrified. They silently searched for the remaining objects on the sand: Persian weapons, vehicles and other luggage... They left these objects in place, but carefully inserted iron sticks next to them, and red ribbons were tied to the tops of the sticks as marks.

Soon, the entire camp was searched. A light and agile knight in red led everyone to the camp, stroked his chest with his hands, lowered his head and prayed silently for a moment, then flew onto the horse and led the team away. The leader in red walked before the whole team and led the horse to run dozens of steps before he found Alatimur's body. The leader signaled the whole team to pause, dismount and look at Alatimur's body. Perhaps his costume proved his identity. The leader lowered his head and pondered for a moment, raised his hand, and the two subordinates around him immediately took Alatimur's body and placed it on the carriage.

Along the way, this small team of people inserted iron sticks apart and laid clues densely on the wasteland. As they walked, white light appeared behind the thick dark clouds on the other end of the distant sky, and dawn on the desert was about to come. Facing the faint dawn in the sky, the leader pulled off the mask on his face, and his thick brown hair dissipated. Under his long eyelashes, a pair of green eyes as deep as a green pond reflected a poetic charm in the light and dark light. This is a beautiful face that belongs to a young girl. Even the cold and wind and sand cannot take away her soul-stirring beauty.

The green starry eyes quickly passed the sand dunes in front of him, and a firm and determined expression appeared on the girl's face, and her clear voice aroused a distant echo in the desert: "Go hurry up, you must arrive in Tingzhou tomorrow!" "Yes!" The horse team ran on the desert like lightning, leaving a long list of footprints on the sand sea behind him.

Just after the You hour the next night, Lord Qian Guinan, the governor of Tingzhou and the envoy of the Navy of Han, finished his day's official duties, changed his official robe in the back hall, drank a sip of tea, and asked someone to prepare a carriage and horse, and planned to go for supper.

The carriage was parked next to the back door of the governor's mansion. Qian Guinan hurried out and was about to lift his legs to the car. Suddenly, a man jumped out from behind the car, and shouted loudly, "Sir, Master, Master, Master!" Qian Guinan was very frightened and retreated suddenly. His personal guard Wang Qian jumped forward and was about to draw his sword and stab the person coming. After looking at it, he quickly stopped and stomped his feet and shouted: "Well, Wu Xun! Why are you again?"
Chapter completed!