One month later, the southern border Protectorate of the Song Dynasty was under the jurisdiction of the Song Dynasty.

As the original Dali Kingdom, the Song Dynasty sent troops to destroy the Dali Kingdom. However, due to the complex situation of the entire Dali and the southwest region, just like the original Xixia region and Central Asia region, according to the establishment of the Western Region Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty, Dali and many areas in the southwest were set up as the southern Xinjiang Protectorate, and both military and political sides suppressed the resistance of the local indigenous residents and the remnants of the Dali Kingdom.

Of course, the destruction of the Duan clan of Dali and the change of days, and the situation of many different ethnic groups in the local area, the territory of the Southern Xinjiang Protectorate is not particularly peaceful, and there are no major problems that occur every year, but there are countless small problems such as bandits.

For example, on a mountain road, there are a group of bandits lurking on the back of the mountain, staring down below and waiting for the fat sheep to pass by!

"Bah! Donkey Day, I've been waiting for several days now..."

A bandit in charge of looking at the mountain road where there were no cars and horses, turned around and looked at the group of companions lying in a row, couldn't help but lower their heads and spit, and then cursed in a voice that only he could hear.

This time I came out for several days, and I didn’t even do a single transaction. I stayed outside in the open air, which made me helpless!

Unfortunately, even though this bandit who was looking at the thief was unwilling to give up, he did not dare to complain at all, and even did not dare to be lazy in secret - he could be lazy, but the master of the village had not only let him go, but if he was discovered by other thiefs and ignored it, the end would definitely be worse than death!

More importantly, this time I came out with the boss and didn’t do a deal for a few days, because the counterfeit village was almost out of business and could not find a fat sheep who could only take action. The consequences of returning to the counterfeit village with empty hands will be...

"That...that's that?!"

Just as the whistle detective was a little distracted, his eyes seemed to see a different scene on the distant mountain road.

After shook his head, the whistle detective with good eyes saw that there were really a few black spots on the distant mountain road. After about a quarter of an hour, the whistle detective with wide eyes clearly saw that three ordinary carriages, under the escort of several horse-riding horses, began to slowly follow this somewhat remote mountain road!

"We have to report to the boss quickly!"

The siege looked at the not-so-large convoy with greedy eyes, and turned over and ran behind him.

...

A few minutes later, the detective who hurriedly ran to the post where he was standing, took his boss and several other bandit leaders to the post where he was standing. Everyone looked at the convoy that was not far away.

"That's not the horse team of the Tubo tribes?!"

Looking at the general situation of the convoy, the boss Peng Hu's face twitched, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Peng Hu, who looks big and thick, in his thirties and has a beard, seems to be a simple-minded man, but in fact he is like his dead father and other former village leaders. He is a man with good force but a more cunning mind. Otherwise, after the Dali army was destroyed, the Dali official army fled and firmly controlled the man and the mixed man's village, which lasted for almost a hundred years, and was not found by the Southern Protectorate, let alone the army carried out an extermination operation.

The most important point is that the boss Peng Hu and his father and others were very wisely not trying to eat grass by their nests or swaggeringly collecting tolls, but stayed around the village to reclaim the fields. They occasionally fled hundreds of miles away, and made a vote with the right goal, so they would not make the second vote in a short time.

Like other rebels and bandits who did not raise the flag of uprising (think themselves) or showed off their limelight, Peng Hu's cottage was very inconspicuous. The southern border protection palace and even the prefectures and counties below did not pay too much attention!

Unfortunately, the village is relatively secret, but the surrounding areas can be reclaimed for limited land, which cannot meet the increasing population.

In recent years, Peng Hu, as the leader, has had to take people out for one or two months, but he also put the prerequisite of his father's words "Be careful" and try to focus on those remote official roads and target the target. This time his target is the small caravans where the Tubo tribes came to the southern Xinjiang Protectorate.

The problem is that the convoy I see now can eat, but it is not the caravan of the small Tubo tribe that was expected to be...

"Brother, our goal this time is the small caravans in Tibet, but the brothers have been waiting for several days and can't even wait for a suitable goal. This convoy is not big or small, and we can eat it."

Seeing that the boss Peng Hu was hesitant, the second boss who was in his thirties seemed a little strong, he knew Peng Hu's concerns and thoughts at first glance, and spoke about the predicament and situation he had appeared: "Although the boss meant to avoid attacking the Han people and the caravans and be targeted by the government. However, the brothers had been waiting for three days, and there was not much dry food left on them, and the small caravans in Tubo did not see a shadow... If this continues, everyone may return empty-handed this time!"

Peng Hu listened to the words of the Second Headmaster, a ferocious face with a knife mark twitched slightly, but did not refute the second headmaster's truth. He hesitated for a few seconds and thought about the mountain village and family who had almost exhausted their food. He looked at the three ordinary carriages below and talked about a few horse-riding guards, and made a decision in his heart: "Okay! Depending on the situation, this convoy is not big. Be careful not to let go of the people, just do it neatly!"

"Brothers, my brothers are absolutely doing it neatly!"

Listening to the cruel meaning of Peng Hu's words, the second in command agreed without hesitation.

...

Later, three carriages and several guards walked to a fork.

After a few loud bangs, several thick tree trunks were placed directly, and then accompanied by shouts, dozens of bandits holding knives, guns, bows and arrows and ropes rushed out of the surrounding trees.

"Stop the car and horses!"

"Supply the money and the horses! The uncle will give you a way out!"

Dozens of bandits were red-eyed, and under the leadership of the Second Head, they rushed towards the convoy that seemed to have a chance of winning. While shouting, they were thinking in their minds whether they could hide some spoils later.

Only the boss Peng Hu and a few confidants stood by the woods with some anxiety, watching the stopping convoy.

In fact, when Peng Hu saw the three ordinary styles but more exquisite carriages up close, and the guards who seemed too tough, he already wanted to regret it. However, now that his subordinates have rushed up, even if Peng Hu felt vaguely uneasy and regretful in his heart, it was too late. It was impossible to say that stopping to the other party is a misunderstanding, right?

【Wait a minute, you need to make the finishes cleaner!】

Looking at the convoy that seemed to be an ordinary person, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Peng Hu's eyes.

However, before Peng Hu's mind could be turned, he saw the guards in ordinary clothes, who were shouting at a low but strong man, suddenly drew their swords and launched a charge?!!
Chapter completed!