Chapter 512: Bandits are still the same

As these knights were shaking with the whirlwind attack speed and the crazy and desperate attack, they saw these people jump off their horses and began to break into the yurts. Some were carrying women who fought desperately, and some were putting their utensils on the horses. Some of them were burning, obviously they were lit by these people.

Seeing this, Zhang Haotian suddenly realized that these desperate knights burned, killed, looted, were undoubtedly bandits on the grassland. I didn’t expect that there would be such people in the Shengling Forbidden Area. Judging from their number, there were quite a few.

As the yurt burned, some women and children had to run out. At this time, the scene of Zhang Haotian's eyes splitting appeared. Except for some young women with better appearance, the bandits killed everyone when they saw them, and even let them go. He saw with his own eyes that a big man snatched a baby who was only a few months old and was crying "wa" from a woman, and then he threw it to the ground. The baby's head hit the ground, blood splattered, and cried, and he was no longer alive.

Zhang Haotian didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Seeing that these bandits were so cruel, his brain heated up, and his body seemed to be ignited. He gritted his teeth and his fists were already clenched.

At this moment, the bandit who had fallen to death stride towards the yurt where he was. Zhang Haotian could see clearly that this man was in his thirties, strong and tough, wearing a gray and old Mongolian robe, had murderous intent in his heart, and it flashed behind the curtain.

In just a while, the gray-robed bandit lifted the curtain and walked in, holding a scimitar in his hand, and the carbine was already on his back. Zhang Haotian just saw the man inside shooting, and knew that this kind of carbine could only have a few bullets. After the shooting, it would take time to refille the bullets. It was easy to be approached by the enemy in this gap. In close combat, the original scimitar was more practical.

After the gray-robed bandit came in, they saw the young woman hiding in the corner and her two children at first sight. They laughed hideously and were about to rush over. However, Zhang Haotian, who was behind him, had already moved. Suddenly, he squatted and stretched out his legs to sweep the gray-robed bandit to the ground. Before he could get up, he raised his palm and swung his throat away. The throat was one of the fatalities of human beings. Under his full blown blow, the gray-robed bandit rolled a few times, and then stopped moving.

Zhang Haotian killed this man and immediately took the scimitar from his hand, then took off the rifle behind him, checked the chamber, and there were no bullets. It was thought that the attack had been completed just now.

Holding the scimitar, he stood behind the curtain again, lifted a line and looked out slightly. At this time, gunfire could be heard. It was obvious that the man from this tribe retreated behind and had not completely given up resisting.

At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside, and the bandits retreated one after another, turned over and left, and they were really coming and going like the wind. Zhang Haotian walked out of the yurt and looked from afar. In addition to robbing some women and property, these people also brought at least hundreds of cattle, sheep and horses. For this tribe, it was really a robbery that suffered serious losses.

At this moment, the man who was not dead in the clan also came out. When he saw Zhang Haotian, who was holding a scimitar in his hand, shouted and raised his sword and gun. However, a woman suddenly rushed out of the crowd, waving her hand and saying something.

Zhang Haotian saw that this was the woman he had just saved and knew that she was explaining to his tribe members for her.

Sure enough, with the woman's words, the men put down their rifles and scimitars, and several of them even bowed to him with their chests, obviously expressing their gratitude for his actions.

After a while, the middle-aged man who invited Zhang Haotian to visit also came over and explained to the tribesmen that he was a mute and just sobbed. Zhang Haotian didn't need to ask, and he knew that in the battle just now, he must have had a son who had an accident. I don't know if it was one or two. Losing a son in middle age is indeed a pain that ordinary people can't accept.

He was thinking about Zhou Xueman's safety and did not want to stay here for a long time. He was about to tell the middle-aged man that he was leaving, and at this moment, he accidentally saw a scene.

Less than three meters away from him, a man's body was lying on his back, and a middle-aged Mongolian woman was chopping his body with a scimitar, and a grief sound was made in her mouth. She was undoubtedly her relatives also died in this battle and venting on the enemy's body.

At the beginning, Zhang Haotian didn't care, but when the man's clothes were scratched, and the bright moonlight on the man's chest, he suddenly saw a pattern, a wolf and a wolf roaring towards the sky with blood, exactly the same as the pattern on his chest. The only difference was that the white wolf king was tattooed on his chest, while the blue wolf was tattooed on his chest, but the pattern was obviously rougher.

When Zhang Haotian saw this pattern, he was trembling, from his soul to his body. The bandit who burned, killed, looted, was undoubtedly his kind. Who were they with the same tattoo pattern as him? Why did he fall to the point of becoming a bandit?

As he kept asking himself, Zhang Haotian decided instantly that he would immediately investigate his life experience. People from this clan must know their origin.

He suddenly shouted loudly: "Whoever knows Chinese?"

The middle-aged man came out to explain to him, saying that he was a mute. When he heard this person suddenly speak, everyone was surprised, but a bald Mongolian man in his fifties still came out and said, "I will, my friend, Baker said you are a mute, how can you speak?"

Zhang Haotian knew that he had helped them deal with foreign enemies, and these people had no malice towards him, so he said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm a Chinese. I came here on a trip to Mongolia and accidentally got here, but I found that the people here don't like people outside, so I had to pretend to be mute."

The bald man nodded and said, "So that's the case. We do not like outsiders here, but now you have helped us, our friends, so stay here with confidence."

Speaking of this, he said something to the Mongols around him. The people nodded one after another, then walked away to bury their relatives. The bodies of the bandits were all tied up by horses and dragged them to a valley far away by a group of men, thinking that they were going to feed wild wolves.

What Zhang Haotian wanted to know the most was the origin of these bandits, so he pulled the bald man to sit on a grassland. Knowing that the news about the Lanya tribe had not yet come here, he looked at him and said, "Uncle, my name is Zhang Haotian. What do you call me? What tribe are you?"

The bald man said, "My name is Garu, I am from the Dag tribe of the Morgen tribe. I am usually responsible for the transaction of cattle, sheep and handicrafts in the tribe with the outside world, so I know Chinese."

Zhang Haotian nodded and said, "Uncle Garu, I didn't seem to see anyone commanding the battle just now. Isn't the patriarch of your Dag tribe there?"

Garu said "Yes" and said, "Our patriarch is Surile Heke. In the words of you Han people, it means majestic and very brave and good at fighting. Unfortunately, he arrived at Prince Riachi's castle to attend the prince's 60th birthday. Those robbers must have heard of it and suddenly attacked us."

Zhang Haotian heard Hasqiqige say in the Lanya tribe that among the heirs of the three royal tribes here, Prince Dariachi was a descendant of Genghis Khan's eldest son Shuchi. Now he knows that their name is Morgenbu, so he asked the question he most wanted to know, saying: "Who were those robbers just now?"

When Garu heard this, hesitated for a while before saying, "Those who are traitors, but now they have become evil devils."

Zhang Haotian immediately asked: "Yu Ni, the traitor? Who is the traitor?"

Garu did not answer directly, but sighed and said, "Zhang Haotian, you are an outsider, so don't ask so much. The three princes will solve the problems here. Thank you for helping us, but you are not suitable for staying here for a long time. Let's do this. I'll send you away later. From here, you can go through the Debi Valley and walk from the shortcut. You can go to the town on the border in four hours."

At this moment, Zhang Haotian had an idea in his mind and nodded, "Okay, Brother Garu, I'll trouble you. I've had almost rest, so let's set off."

Garu agreed and went on a horse, while Zhang Haotian was going to take on the "good temper". When he arrived at the yurt of the middle-aged man, Barker, he heard a burst of crying. Then he watched Barker's wife lying on a corpse and howled. Barker and one of his sons silently lowered their heads, with a sad face. It was obvious that he had a son dead.
Chapter completed!