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The campfires in the camp glowed a dark red, and as the feast ended, the entire Uro Protector camp did not fall into the silence of the night, the firelight shot out of the tents, and the sound of laughter came from the tents and drifted through the cold night sky.

Several drunken guards came out of the felt tent, their flasks in their hands, their bodies staggering, and within a few steps one fell to the ground, causing a burst of laughter and scolding.

"I'm going to travel far tomorrow, be careful if I drink too much and can't get up, so stay in the Uro Protectorate as a door-to-door son-in-law......."

"The woman of the Wuluo Guardian is really ......energetic, she is a little dirty, and she smells of sheep, if you like it, stay here!"

Zhen Er poked his head out of the tent and saw the drunken guard cursing, "What kind of system...... Look at your cowardice, you have to get up early tomorrow and hurry, go back to bed quickly, otherwise you will all stay as the son-in-law of the Uluo Guard! ”

Several guards staggered and scattered, no one noticed, and a few more of them quietly left Zhen Er's felt tent under the cover of night.

Zhen Er stretched out his head to look up at the inky night sky, took a breath of white mist, stomped his feet a few times, sealed the curtain tightly, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

A few bright lights flashed in the shadows not far away, and the whole camp seemed to be suddenly quiet, and the cold wind on the top of the mountain could be heard howling over the entire valley, and a few barking dogs could be heard from time to time.

Time passed slowly bit by bit, and I don't know how long it was, a few figures flashed from all over the camp and slowly approached the direction of the caravan.

In order to facilitate the transaction, Zhen Er asked Pu Kun for a vacant land near the lake as a campsite for the caravan.

At this time, countless black shadows appeared around the caravan camp, and the well-trained ones slowly approached, and stopped less than a dozen feet away from the camp. Chakan stood at the front, excited and nervous, and the thought of the mountains of goods and the finest weapons, the knife in his hand tightened.

Chakan likes the exquisite silk of the Tang Dynasty, likes the rich and amorous women of the Tang Dynasty, but prefers the weapons and equipment of the Tang Dynasty as much as possible, the Wuluo Protectorate lacks nothing but cattle and sheep, and the development is stifled by the surrounding forces and cannot move forward, there is the Khitan in the south, the Bohai Kingdom in the east, the endless ice fields in the north, and the more barbaric and ferocious Murwei people in the west, and the Wuluo Protectorate needs a lot of iron tools if they want to grow, but the Khitan and Bohai countries never transport iron tools to Murwei, precisely because there are no sophisticated weapons in their hands, Let the Murowe warriors fight only with crude bone weapons.

The entire Wuluo Protectorate tribe can't get together five pieces of iron armor, but this caravan has fifty pieces of iron armor, how can it not make Pu Kun greedy.

Chakan had already touched the edge of the caravan camp, and as long as he gave the order to kill the camp, all the caravan's belongings belonged to the Uro Protectorate.

Chakan's eyes flashed with greed, and the mace in his hand waved in the air, and the warrior of the Uro Protector behind him immediately let out a roar: "Kill ......!" ”

Several Uro guards jumped out of the darkness and pushed open the rudimentary fence that barred the camp outside, their long knives splitting through the tent near the fence, and looking at the ...... by the light of the fire in the tent.

Chakan was carrying a mace in his hand, and at the moment when the Uro Protector had just rushed into the caravan camp, a strong sense of crisis suddenly made him wake up...... the whole camp was too quiet, and the silence was a little unbelievable. The guards of the caravan may not be able to sleep because of their drunken madness, but are the women of the Wuluo guards who were sent to the caravan also asleep?

Just in Chakan hesitated and doubted...... When he stopped moving, an arrow broke the silent night sky, and the silent camp suddenly boiled, and the sound of swords and shouts was like a real battlefield ......!

Seeing that the caravan was prepared, Chakan's hanging heart relaxed, six hundred against one hundred and fifty, even if the other party was prepared, what could the final victory still belong to the Uro Protectorate.

"Kill all the cowardly Tang people and rob them of their belongings......."

Just as Chakan shouted excitedly, his mind full of fine silk and sophisticated weapons, ...... glory of Uro's victory over Wasuke was beckoning to him.

"What is this...... Not good! ”

A flaming rocket was shot out of the camp, and several Uro Guardian warriors around Chakan held up huge wooden shields, Chakan pushed away the fence that blocked him, feeling that the fence was a little sticky, and his feet were a little slippery, he sniffed it, his face turned pale, and he turned around and ran outside the camp: "It's a trick...... It's fire oil! ”

Several rockets landed around Chakan, and with a bang, flames more than a man high burst from the ground, illuminating the entire camp as if it were day. The flames swam around like poisonous snakes, and a string of flames burned down the ground to Chakan's feet, and Chakan felt the air around him instantly become hot, and the old sheepskin on his body was ignited like hay meeting spark.

The surrounding Uro Guardian Warriors rushed up to extinguish the flames on Chakan's body, but as soon as they got closer, these Uro Guardian Warriors were also lit like humanoid torches, and the screams rang out one after another, and the humanoid torches were like stars scurrying around in the clear night sky.

Chakan felt as if he was roasted, staggered and fell to the ground, his body curled up involuntarily, twitching his ......, his fingers and the old sheepskin had fused into one, his mouth let out a hoarse scream, and he looked desperately at the caravan camp for the last time, where there were countless humanoid torches like himself, "The six hundred warriors of the Uro Protector are all finished...... will the winter camp of the Uro Protector still exist next year?" ”

"They are the demons of hell, the ...... of the White Calamity that has really befallen the Urro Protectors", Chakan was eager to tell his father to run, there was no one in the Urro Protectors who could stop the caravan slaughter, as he himself said, the wind and snow would drown out the screams. There is no difference between caravans and robbers in the steppe, and the tribe is also the biggest bandit, and no one feels shameful in doing so in order to survive in the harsh environment.

Chakan closed his eyes unwillingly, and at the end of his life, it seemed that everything was figured out.

The caravan has been planning all this in a planned and premeditated way from the very beginning, borrowing the campsite by the lake from Pu Kun, talking nonsense that is convenient for market transaction management, and even building a simple fence under his nose, these are all obstacles, and there is only one real purpose, neither he nor Pu Kun can see it...... Wuluo Protector is finished!

The smell of burnt vomiting filled the area around the camp, and it was found that some of the warriors of the Uro Protectorate had been burned to death, some had been shot by arrows, and very few had escaped, but it didn't matter anymore.

Zhen Er stood outside the tent, watching Ah Xiong in the distance chop a burning and scurrying Wuluo Protector warrior to the ground, and couldn't help but sigh that it was not easy, there was really not much skill in fighting with this group of savages, no wonder the master said that it is more difficult to conquer people's hearts than to conquer the land, and greed is the original sin of human beings!