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In the desert, a soldier wearing Tang army armor is shouting in despair.
"Are there any survivors? Is anyone here...?" He was surrounded by a circle of camels. Inside sat a monk, silent, chanting sutras.
After shouting several times, no one responded, and the soldier could only squat on the ground in despair. When the caravan set out, it was escorted by hundreds of elite soldiers. But after a sandstorm, he was the only one left. If he couldn't deliver the caravan to the Eighteen Mile Post Station on time, he would be held accountable, facing either death or desertion. He didn't want to choose either path.
Looking back at the monks chanting sutras, I realized for the first time that these respected monks were utterly useless in a critical moment.
Just then, his eyes suddenly lit up; someone...
On a small sand dune not far away, a masked man in a long robe was walking unsteadily. After a few steps, he lost his footing and fell straight down the dune.
The soldier was overjoyed and immediately rushed forward. Unfortunately, the person wasn't his lost comrade; he seemed to be just a passerby. But the soldier couldn't care less. He was content with just one living person, not counting the monks behind him.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, the man regained consciousness. He seemed startled at first glance, but quickly returned to normal.
"Did you save me?" the other person asked in a hoarse voice.
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At Dama Camp, Lu Xuan and the old man were making tense preparations.
Each person gets two horses. One to carry the rider, and the other to carry water and provisions. All the dried meat from the kitchen should be cut into small pieces and taken along.
Lu Xuan and the old man worked overtime to dry all the mutton and baked over a hundred flatbreads. They didn't care about the taste, just that the meat was dry and wouldn't spoil easily. Each horse carried four sheepskin bags filled with cooled boiled water.
When everything was almost ready, Xiao Si ran in.
"Master, there's someone on the street soliciting knife-wielders and grooms. Mr. An is heading in that direction too."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan immediately spoke up.
"You two take the horses and supplies and wait for me at the east gate of the Great Horse Camp." After saying that, Lu Xuan picked up his horse-slaying saber and ran out.
Li, the Commandant of the City Massacre, is a nickname few people know. It's actually an ironic one. The person who received this nickname wasn't because he massacred a city, but because he didn't.
Li Xiaowei was a captain in the Tang army in his early years. Once, he was ordered to kill a group of captured Turkic women and children. He refused to carry it out because he believed that warriors should not kill indiscriminately.
During wartime, his disobedience to military orders undoubtedly enraged his superiors, who immediately sent men to execute him. He also believed that warriors should not be indiscriminately killed. Therefore, he led his troops in rebellion, eventually breaking out with a dozen or so personal guards and becoming swordsmen in the Da Ma Ying area.
Many years have passed, and Lieutenant Li still occasionally thinks back to what happened that day. He regrets it, perhaps regretting leading his brothers into a desperate situation, or perhaps regretting his own naiveté. In any case, he regrets it.
Over the years, most of the brothers who had rebelled with him had died. Disheartened, he disbanded his group and went into exile alone.
Life was aimless, and he felt that living had no meaning. Later, while wandering aimlessly in the desert, he encountered a sandstorm. He thought that fate was finally going to take his life. However, for some unknown reason, he didn't die and was rescued again.
After inquiring, Lieutenant Li learned that it was a caravan from the Tang Dynasty, and one that originally had over a hundred soldiers guarding it. This meant that there was probably something extraordinary in the caravan.
Lieutenant Li felt he understood Heaven's will. He had one last thing to do: escort the caravan back to Chang'an, and then turn himself in.
Since these are important goods, two people (monks don't count as people) definitely can't handle it. The caravan has a total of thirty-tw
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