The Senge Plain under the sunset is particularly beautiful. The brilliant clouds are radiant with colorful colors under the reflection of the sun. The slightly yellowed wheat waves are undulating with the breeze. Cattle are walking by the fields from time to time. The threat of war does not seem to have much impact on the countryside. At least in the Keshhar countryside, located on the eastern border, it still maintains a peaceful and a good harvest.

What should be worrying about is the nobles who should live in the city or in the market manor. How should poor families live? I heard that there were already Tic troops in the market town. Maybe they thought it was too remote and too small, and no one came to ask about it. At least Rhode thought so, and life had not changed much. He stuffed the tobacco from his cigarette puff into his mouth and took a sip. Two streams of green smoke sprayed out from his nostrils. This feeling was really good. The wheat eyes were about to mature, and I don’t know what changes would happen when the Tiic people came. Will the land tax increase? Will there be more labor? Rhode untied the headscarf on his head and wiped the sweat stains on his neck. The weather was really hot.

A faint thunder came faintly from the horizon in the east. Rhode turned his head in confusion and looked east. What's going on? How could there be thunder in April and May? Even if the rainy season is advanced, it is impossible to get so much time ahead of time, right? The horizon is still bright, not like it is about to rain. Everything seems to have returned to calm, as if nothing has happened. He is probably really old and his ears are useless. Even sitting here, he will make a strange sound. Rhode shook his head in a loss and knocked his cigarette puddle on the stone under his butt. The sparks splashed out and fell to the ground.

He patted his head with some annoyance, but there was another buzzing sound. Rod turned his head angrily, but was stunned. There seemed to be a ripples on the horizon in the distance, just like a ripples appearing on the vast water surface, with a slight wave, as if the waves of the thunder were transmitted from the intersection of heaven and earth in the east. What exactly was that? Rod stood up and squinted his eyes and tried hard to see clearly what the overlapping ripples were.

The faint sound of thunder became clearer and clearer, gradually changing into a messy muffled sound, and the ripples that rolled out from the horizon gradually turned into countless small dots, and then cleared more and more. Rhodes, like many neighbors who heard the sound from their homes, finally saw it clearly and heard it clearly. They were horse-riding soldiers wearing armor and helmets. The metal leaves on their chests and the long swords waving in their hands shone dazzlingly in the setting sun. The muffled sounds after another were not thunder at all, but the roar of countless horse hooves trampling on the black soil.

Could it be the Tic people? Rhodes and his neighbors looked at each other with some fear. What were they doing? Did they come to plunder their homes? But there seems to be nothing worth looking at in this village. The only rich man, Mr. Olaf, also lives in a city a hundred miles away. Except for the harvest season, it is difficult to get here once a year.

The faces of the cavalry jumping and jumping came one by one, and except for the people in front of them who looked like their own compatriots in their clothes, the fully armed soldiers did not look like people living on the Senge Plain anyway. They were somewhat similar to the Tang merchants who were wandering around. Could it be that these people were from Tanghe?

Rhode stared at the scene in front of him in panic. Unfortunately, no one came to pay attention to the psychological feelings of the Hyderabad farmer. It was like a hurricane blew up, and almost the entire space was filled with loud roars brought by the whistling horse team. Apart from the endless horse-hoofed neighing sound, there were only one or two words that could be heard that Rhode could not understand. A large area of ​​fields seemed to be swept by locusts, leaving only bare and trampled straw crushed into powder. At this moment, Rhode and the neighbors in the village reacted, and they could care about the others there and hid in their own homes in a panic. Fortunately, many troops swept by in a vast way but did not affect the villagers in the village, which made the villagers who had been hiding in the bed finally spend a sleepless night.

"Udair, where have you gone? Where are the scouts you sent out? Why haven't you come back yet?" He walked out of the camp tent cursingly, and an officer with a pine helmet and armor was shouting, holding his belt and shouting.

"Captain Wanfu, we shouldn't be on duty today. The 20,000 team should be on duty." He ran out of a tent in the distance with his pants. A sleepy officer continued with some displeasure. Damn, when is it time? I know that I am happy, and whether I care about the life or death of the people below? I finally got a woman, but I just made fun of Shang Xing'er, but I was shocked. Isn't this intention to embarrass myself? Who said that he is the chief of Wanfu, and he is the chief of thousands of men?

"Udair, I'm asking you about the scout team you sent yesterday? Why haven't you come back in two days? Even if you go out for a relaxing life, you should bring a letter back, right?" He stared at his subordinates fiercely. The fat officer scolded angrily: "Look at your moral character, you can't take a step when you see a woman. You even forgot the serious business. You still don't think you are a senile man? Tell you, if you delay major issues, be careful of your head! If you don't go find me, what happened?"

"Sir, what else can happen to Kashhar? The Hyderabads and Solians are still huddling in Bengal. There is no one in the entire Kashhar who dares to resist at all. Are you still worried about? Kashhar has never heard of a mob causing trouble. Sir, yesterday, my brothers went out to catch a few women and came back. There were two fresh goods that were still not deflowered. They were only fifteen years old. Why don't you try it?" Another thin man also came up to flatter him.

He glanced at his deputy with some disdain, and Udal cursed in his heart. He didn't even have the ability to do anything, but his boss liked this one, and scolded him indignantly from the bottom of his heart, but on the surface he had to nod and bow to his back.

"Oh? Fresh goods?" The fat officer's obscene eyes quickly turned to the tent that the thin man came out, "Is there still fresh goods after you've passed your hand?"

"Hehe, where are you saying this? No matter what, you have to keep the good things for you. Lord Udal, do you think so?" The flattering man glanced at Udal, who looked not very good-looking, and said to the fat officer proudly.

The fat officer with a much better face smiled lewdly and was about to answer when a shrill scream came from the quiet night sky in the distance, making him feel so embarrassed.

The fat officer's face changed, he shivered, looked around but found nothing. He then pricked his ears and listened carefully, but there was no sound anymore. He glanced at the two subordinates who were trying hard to check, and asked nervously: "What's the sound? Why does it seem like a scream from a person?"

The flattering man also shook his heart, and looked at the commander who was looking for help at the shocked and suspicious commander looking around, "Mr. Udal, are you asking me about it."

"Shut up!" Udal roared viciously: "Go and order the whole team to gather. If you have any questions, hurry up!"

"Udare, what's going on?" The fat officer was even more anxious when he saw the other party's attitude was so tough. "What's going on?"

"Sir, I can't explain clearly now. I have to let my people gather first. I suggest you better let our people gather just in case. I think something seems wrong. Why is there no sound again after just one sound? It seems that someone makes a cry when he is assassinated. I seem to have heard this sound somewhere." He did not dare to be too presumptuous to his boss Udal and explained patiently.

The flattering man on the side was about to retort, but he heard a sharp whistle sound of horns. The three of them were as if they were struck by lightning. The fat officer was so panicked that he was at a loss. He repeatedly grabbed the corner of his subordinate's clothes, asking for help like a child holding his parents, "Wudal, what happened? Why is this happening?"

At this time, Udal had no choice but to worry about it. Although he didn't know where the enemy attack came from, one thing he could be sure of was that the enemy was definitely not an armed mob or the first vulnerable local troops in Hyderabad who encountered it. He dared to choose to raid at this time with three elite regular 10,000 teams. The other party must have made up his mind to wipe out his own side in one fell swoop. While roaring and scolding his soldiers, he quickly gathered together, while secretly for luck that his troops were in the center of the camp. At this time, the rumbling sound of horse hooves had sounded from the east, north and south directions. After listening to the sound of horse hooves silently, Udal judged that things were no longer possible. In addition to such a large-scale cavalry attack, coupled with such strict hidden means, no one can do it in this area except the Tanghe people or Luobei people, and the Western Regions people could not do it. Udal did not hesitate to rule out Luobei people, and then the result was only Tanghe people.
Chapter completed!