Go through with a plug-in

Chapter 132 Prairie Caravan
Liu Tieniu's eyes widened, and his mouth was filled with wind and sand.

"Damn me!" Liu Tieniu spat out the yellow sand in his mouth, dumbfounded.

"Quick, give me the gun!" Just as the two were in a daze, Wu Jiantong's voice came over.

The two looked at Wu Jiantong, only to see Wu Jiantong was holding a spear in his hand, with hemp rope wrapped around his waist, and the other end was in the hands of a group of soldiers. They suddenly realized that Wu Jiantong wanted to pull Wen Tao back in this way.

The closer he got to Wen Tao, the more Wu Jiantong felt that Wen Tao was a lunatic. In this kind of stormy sand, Wen Tao could still take risks for a few water bottles. He was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Master Wen!" Wu Jiantong stopped when he was less than a foot away from Wen Tao. On the one hand, the rope was not long enough, and on the other hand, he couldn't get in.

That's right, this is the limit of Wu Jiantong. Standing on the vent, bearing the raging wind and yellow sand on his body, he just wants Wen Tao to come back quickly, lie down and have a good rest.

Hearing Wu Jiantong's shout, Wen Tao shook his head, tied several undamaged water bottles to his body, and walked towards Wu Jiantong step by step. Wu Jiantong's hands were stained with blood, which seemed to be injured. Also fell to the ground.

It took Wen Tao nearly a stick of incense to reach the distance of one foot in an instant on weekdays. Every time he took a step forward, he would be swept back two steps by the strong wind. In the end, Wen Tao simply lay on the ground, a little Move forward a little bit.

Finally grabbing the spear, Wu Jiantong felt his hand sink, and the spear that had fallen on the ground was delivered to his hand, and when he looked again, Wen Tao at the end of the spear was gesturing towards him.

Wu Jiantong pulled the rope, and immediately felt his body fall backward involuntarily. He clenched the spear in his hand, and was slowly pulled back by the soldiers behind him.

Just when the two were about to come out of the storm, an inaudible sound sounded, and the soldiers who were pulling the other end of the rope suddenly fell backwards. Looking at the rope in their hands, it had already broken from it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupup!" Show Wen Tao.

Wen Tao saw the rope and felt the pain in his body again. He didn't care to talk to Wu Jiantong, tied the rope around the two of them, stuck the real martial sword on the ground, and held the real martial sword tightly with both hands.

"Bah, didn't Chu Yu say that the storm will pass in a while!" Wu Jiantong shook his head, shaking the dust off his head, and muttered in his mouth.

"I'm full." Wen Tao was full of resentment, and put down the kettle in his arms. Wen Tao, whose face was covered with mud and yellow sand, touched his face, looked at the devastated grassland, and himself in a state of embarrassment. Complaints abound.

"General Wen! Master Wu Gang!" When the two were arranging their appearance, Liu Tieniu's rough voice came from behind.

Turning his head, he saw that Liu Tieniu was followed by more than a hundred people, and it seemed that the soldiers who were trapped in the battle had all come.

"Chu Yu, where is Chu Yu!" Seeing these people, Wu Jiantong shouted angrily.

"Master Wu, I'm here!" Hearing someone calling his name, Chu Yu laughed and ran out from among the soldiers.

"Your grandma, didn't you say that the storm will pass?!" Wu Jiantong cursed with a dark face.

"Hey, a mistake, a little mistake." Chu Yu touched his head, smiled awkwardly, and then said seriously: "But next time, next time I will definitely not make such a mistake!"

Seeing Chu Yu's swearing appearance, everyone including Wen Tao was furious, Liu Tieniu even patted Chu Yu's head and shouted: "Let you be crowed!"

Chu Yu, who realized her slip of the tongue, was not annoyed by Liu Tieniu's slap, but just smirked.

"Liu Wuchang, Liu Wuchang?" Hearing Wen Tao calling him, Liu Tieniu withdrew from his mind and looked at Wen Tao in doubt.

"The scouts just came back to report, and there is a living spring ten miles ahead, let the brothers persevere." Wen Tao pointed to the grassland not far away, a glint of hope flashed in his eyes.

"Okay!" Liu Tieniu was overjoyed, and shouted with his smoldering voice: "Brothers, hold on, there is a spring ten miles ahead!"

Hearing Liu Tieniu's voice, these anxious and listless soldiers suddenly became interested.

water!
Hearing this word, these people were overjoyed, and even their heavy steps became easier.

With heavy steps and exhausted body, he walked ten miles with difficulty, and finally saw the living spring that the scouts had mentioned.

The eyes of these people revealed fanaticism and excitement, but their bodies did not move, standing upright.

"Huh? Head Wen, why are these people not moving?" Wu Jiantong suddenly stopped, looked at the more than a hundred people who were motionless behind him, and asked Wen Tao beside him.

Wen Tao smiled and said loudly: "The whole army obeys the order, drink water and take a bath."

"Oh!" Hearing Wen Tao's words, the more than 100 soldiers cheered and rushed towards the living spring, fearing that they would not be able to drink water.

"Master Wen, this..." Wu Jiantong looked at Wen Tao in amazement, but he didn't know what to say.

"If you have anything to ask, ask Wuchang Liu, he brought out these soldiers." Wen Tao smiled slightly, with a little more pride in his smile.

Hearing Wen Tao's words, Wu Jiantong ran to the living spring, pulled up Liu Tieniu who was drinking water with his head buried, and asked, "How did you do it?"

Liu Tieniu, who was concentrating on drinking water, was pulled away suddenly, and before he could get angry, he heard Wu Jiantong's voice.

"How did you do it?" Liu Tieniu wiped his face, puzzled.

"It's how you made them tired and exhausted, not impulsive when they saw the water source, and only acted when they heard the order!" Wu Jiantong said word by word, for fear that Liu Tieniu would listen to him.

Liu Tieniu glanced at Wu Jiantong like a fool, and then said nonchalantly, "What's the matter? Soldiers take obeying orders as their bounden duty, and orders are prohibited. This is what Marshal Li taught us."

After listening to Liu Tieniu's explanation, Wu Jiantong nodded half-understanding, but his eyes were still at a loss. Why can the soldiers do it, but the disciples of the beggar gang can't?

Shaking his head, Wu Jiantong squeezed in from Liu Tieniu's side and started cleaning.

"Chu Yu, how far are we from the nearest Turkic tribe?" Wen Tao asked Chu Yu after everyone had eaten and washed.

"Well, we are in Tabal now, and the distance to the nearest tribe is probably less than thirty miles." Chu Yu took out a sheepskin map, laid it carefully on the ground, and pointed to a place.

"The whole army is on horseback, I will spend the night in the Turkic tribe tonight!"

Maybe it was because of their satiation, or maybe it was Wen Tao's words that infected them. The hundred or so soldiers howled like werewolves and rushed to the Turkic tribe thirty miles away. A louder, more impassioned roar.

"Master Wen, what you said just now is very domineering." Wu Jiantong gave Wen Tao a thumbs up as he galloped beside Wen Tao.

"Hehe, I'm a soldier now, and I take killing the enemy as my duty." Wen Tao winked at Wu Jiantong and said with a big laugh.

The heroic laughter spread far away in the boundless grassland, and dissipated in the wind. At dusk, the figures of more than a hundred people gradually drifted away...

"Report, there is a pair of Turkic soldiers ahead." After galloping for nearly thirty miles, the scouts came back and reported to Wen Taohui.

"Turkic soldiers? What are they doing?" Wen Tao questioned. Could it be that the Turkic people knew that they were coming, so they waited here?
"They stopped a caravan, it seems they want to plunder." The scout replied.

"How many people are there?" A gleam of light appeared in Wen Tao's eyes.
"Less than 200 people." The scout recalled and said.

"Order to go on, the whole army hastened to march and swallow the Turkic people!" Wen Tao ordered with a gleam of coldness in his eyes.

"Yes!" The scout shouted excitedly, his eyes full of excitement.

"Kill!" Wen Tao, who took the lead, saw the scene in front of him, and roared in a cold voice with a burst of anger straight into his head.

"Kill!" More than a hundred soldiers who responded in the same way as Wen Tao waved their weapons and charged towards the Turkic people.

"Kill them all!" Among the Turkic people who were committing violence, there was a bearded man who was startled when he saw Wen Tao and the others, then he smirked and rushed towards Wen Tao first.

"Roar!" Hearing the bearded man's words, the remaining two hundred Turkic people stopped their atrocities, and rushed towards Wen Tao and the others holding scimitars.

The big bearded man clutched his throat and fell from the galloping horse until he died. He never thought that he would be defeated.

"Broken knife style!" Wen Tao, who was on his horseback, let out a stern roar. The real martial arts sword came out of its sheath and swept across the sword. There was a bloodstain, and then the wound burst open, blood spattered three feet.

On the other hand, Wu Jiantong's attack was even more vicious, that is, he used the trick of "Kanglong Youhui", to kill one by one, or a group to kill a group. With the support of deep internal strength, more Turkic people died under Wu Jiantong's hands than Wen Tao.

In just one cup of tea time, hundreds of Turkic corpses were thrown on the grassland. The Turkic people surrounded by Wen Tao and others were squatting together, trembling.

"Old man, it's okay, we are soldiers of Xinghan Mansion." Wen Tao got off his horse and put his clothes on the naked woman's body, and squatted down to talk to the old man beside the woman's body.

Wu Jiantong and others followed suit, took off their coats one after another, covered the identities of those dead, surrounded dozens of Turkic people, and glared at them.

With Liu Tieniu's words, Wu Jiantong now also regards himself as a soldier, and Wen Tao is his chief, and he will never act rashly without orders.

"General!" The old man stretched out his withered hand, and grasped Wen Tao's arm tightly. After saying two words, he burst into tears, which made Wen Tao feel very sad.

"Chop off a finger from each of them!" Wen Tao stood up, pushed aside the soldiers, stood in front of the Turks, pointed at Chu Yu and said, "You, translate for them!"

Perhaps seeing Wen Tao's angry appearance, the Turkic people who felt that there was no hope of survival suddenly rioted at this time, and even a few Turkic men saw Wen Tao wearing a general's robe, and wanted to control Wen Tao and then slowly figured it out.

How could the soldiers of the trapped camp, who had been on guard for a long time, let them do what they wanted? At the first moment of the Turkic riots, these soldiers had put their swords and guns on them.

"Pfft!" Those Turkic people who wanted to control Wen Tao were knocked back by a huge force before they got their swords and guns on their bodies. Hammer smashed in general.

"Stubborn, execute the sentence." Wen Tao gave those people a cold look, and he didn't even ask Chu Yu to translate, and directly ordered to chop off his hands.

For a while, the screams were endless, but everyone including Wen Tao, no one would sympathize with these Turkic people, because they deserve to die!

The old man, who gradually calmed down, told Wen Tao what happened: the old man's name is Guan Qing, and he is a tourist in the east of Shandong Province. He has been in this business for more than forty years.

This time when I came to Turkic, it was precisely because Mutuba was burned that Turkic merchants chose this small tribe in the Tabar area as the trading location. Guan Laoren, who had dealt with Turkic merchants for decades, did not feel inappropriate. Because of the large volume of transactions, Old Man Guan specially hired a bodyguard team to protect the caravan.

Accompanied by Guan Qing's family of more than [-] members, the young and old have never been to Turkic, and they want to take this opportunity to see the customs of Turkic.

However, it wasn't until Guan Qing and his party arrived in Tabar that they realized that things were not as simple as they thought.

Due to the Turkic civil strife, Turkile quickly showed signs of decline after Mu Nuojia's class returned to the court. As a last resort, Turkile followed the counselor's plan to kill all the Central Plains people who came to Turkic trade and robbed them of their money. To fill military funds.

And Guan Qing was one of the people who was tricked. After arriving in this tribe, Guan Qing and his party were first monitored, and then under the protection of the bodyguards of the escort agency, they rushed out of the encirclement. In order to escape, Guan Qing even brought money. They threw them all aside, but they didn't expect these Turkic people to kill them all.

After more than a dozen bodyguards were tortured and killed by these two hundred Turkic people, the skins of those bodyguards were peeled off and made into drum heads, and the bones of those bodyguards were also regarded as trophies by them and returned home.

Guan Qing's family consisted of more than [-] members, most of whom were women. How could they end well if they were overtaken by these Turkic people?

The bearded man who was beheaded by Wen Tao had all sorts of hobbies, those maids were ravaged to death by that man.

Even Guan Qing's three daughters and two concubines were not spared.

For the sake of stimulation, those Turks tied Guan Qing to a horse and let him watch his wife and daughter being raped to death in front of their eyes.

Speaking of this, Guan Qing was already sobbing. He took Wen Tao's hand, and his nails dug deep into Wen Tao's arm, leaving several bloodstains.

But Wen Tao had already gritted his silver teeth, and his face was covered with frost. Suddenly, the temperature dropped within a radius of several feet, and those Turkic people in thin clothes couldn't help shaking.

(End of this chapter)