Chapter 38: Chaos

The wind and sand in the desert always came so suddenly. The elder hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with linen to prevent the sand from entering his mouth and nose. The scorching discomfort even the locals who lived here since childhood would be uncomfortable. Just as the elder was walking on the sand, he suddenly saw a team of camel caravans walking in the wind and sand. Although the scene was not very clear because of the misty wind and sand, the elder would never admit that it was a caravan.

"Allah is up, guests from afar, how do you choose to go on the road at this time?" With the sound of camel bells, the caravan gradually approached the elders. As a tribe in the desert, sometimes, entertaining these hungry merchants is also a way to survive.

"Hello, we are going to Baghdad, are we going to ask?" A tall camel was riding a man with his whole body in a robe. His blue eyes looked down at the thin elder. The elder felt that the man's eyes were completely different from the merchants he had seen, and his sharp eyes were like an eagle.

"Yes, but don't you need to replenish some water?" the elder said kindly. Generally, desert tribes will station next to the oasis. They are mobile peoples, moving between one oasis and another.

"Okay, that's it." The man took out a few silver storms from his purse, and handed them to the elder to ask him to fill his skin with some clean water and bring some air-dried meat as dry food.

"What kind of goods do you have?" the elder asked curiously. This caravan always gave him some strange feelings, but people living in harsh environments know how to control their mouths.

"Nothing, it's just some specialties." After the man came down from the camel, the caravan guards around him followed him tightly, which made the elder even more strange. It seemed that the man was more important to the guards than the goods on the camels.

"Please rest in my tent. The road to Baghdad is still far away." The elder invited this seemingly noble guest to his tent. The bumps along the way really made Schwab feel tired. It would be better if he could have a shaded place to rest.

"Wow, it's so hot, give me water." At this time, a female slave ran out of the caravan. At least the elder felt that the irresponsible female slave snatched the skin from Schwab's hand and comfortably poured clear water into his mouth. The clear water dripped along her slender neck, wet the clothes on her chest, and the bulging breasts that touched the flesh made any man covet, but the other caravan guards seemed to hate her.

"Latina stayed quietly in the caravan." Schwab frowned and looked at the burden. If she hadn't said that she had been to Baghdad before, Schwab would never have brought her with her.

"It's okay, the tent is very big, let your female companion come with you." The elder knew that some businessmen or people with status always favored young female slaves. There was nothing more comforting the lonely heart than young women in the boring journey.

The elder's tent was covered with some dirty but thick and soft carpets, with some cheese and dried fruits on the carpet, and a small amount of wine for guests to enjoy. In fact, the real nomadic peoples rarely kill their livestock. They always use the milk and blood of the livestock as much as possible. Schwab sat comfortably on a soft cushion under the elder's diligent greeting, and Latina had already found a good place to pick up a piece of meat and tear it into a strip, and carefully put it into her mouth.

"The journey in Baghdad has been very uneasy recently. Why did you choose to go at this time?" the elder asked curiously. Because the war has turned the journey into a world of sand thieves and deserters, many caravans have stopped going to Baghdad and chose a safer trade route.

"I am a businessman, the higher the risk, the higher the profit." Schwab put the cheese in his mouth and said to the elder.

"Yes, may Allah bless you." The elder did not understand the idea of ​​these merchants, but his intuition told himself that these are not ordinary people and that they might really be able to do big business.

Danger in the desert not only refers to the heat in the desert, the wandering jackals, as well as the same desert thieves, and deserters who have separated from the noble army, they often loot tribes in the oasis. If they cannot meet their needs, the entire tribe will often be massacred. Of course, those poor tribes actually have little oil and water to plunder. The caravans walking in the desert are really used as prey. Although the caravans' escorts will be a little tricky, the profits they make are also objective. For example, today, this small caravan has not many guards but has many camels and cargo.

"The soldiers are coming." The tribes stationed in the area saw the rising sand and dust. Experience told them that it was caused by the horse hooves of the cavalry. At the beginning, the fierce tribes were preparing to take up their swords to resist, but when they saw the scales on the cavalry, they knew that they were soldiers who had murder experience and excellent weapons. These soldiers who had bloody massacres, and if they resisted, they would be massacred.

"What's going on? Latina stays here, I'll go out and take a look." Schwab heard the sound outside, quickly stood up and strode out of the tent.

"It's a riot." The elder's face looked very ugly. He looked at Schwab's figure nervously, as if he had given up resisting when he knew the news.

"Sir, they are rioters." Several Teutonic knights hurriedly walked to Schwab's side, and they placed their hands on the weapons at their waists. It was their duty to protect Schwab.

"How many people are there?" Schwab covered his face with a mask and said to his knight.

"A dozen people, but they are fully armed. No wonder these tribes chose to surrender."

"Kill them, no one left." Schwabro said immediately after thinking.

"Yes, sir." The Teutonic Knights immediately found their respective positions under the command, looking for opportunities to attack the enemy between the tent and the trees.

"Huh~~~." The soldiers roared and rode their war horses. They raised their scimitars in their hands, and proudly rode their horses in the timid eyes of the tribes, just like hungry wolves entering the flock of sheep.

"Ah~~~." The soldiers rushed into the herdsmen's tents recklessly and roughly. In this originally calm oasis, it immediately became like purgatory. The screams of women, the cry of children, and the anger and depression of men.

"Haha." The soldiers laughed proudly, but soon they paid the price for their arrogance. The Teutonic Knights approached the soldiers who were forgetful. They raised their maces in their hands and hit the soldiers hard on the heads. This maces were often used by the Antiochs, because although the maces could not kill the enemy, they were very effective against knights in armor. The sharp Ding head easily pierced the thick armor. As long as the attack was in place, it would not be a problem to deal with these scattered soldiers.

"Oh." The nail hammer hit the helmet of the soldier. The sharp nail head knocked open his skull like a bottle opener. Blood flowed down from his head. The soldier screamed and fell on the girl who was pressed under him. The girl couldn't help but scream.

"What's going on?" The soldiers did not expect to be resisted. They immediately rode on horseback and prepared to kill the rebels, but the Teutonic knights would not give them such a chance. They cut the soldiers who had no time to get on horseback to the ground.

"Who are you?" The soldiers saw their killed partners, their skillful use of weapons and orderly cooperation, which was not something that ordinary caravan guards could do. The leaders of the soldiers realized that they might have encountered a difficult opponent.

"You don't have to know who we are, just give our heads obediently." At this time, Schwab stepped forward with a sharp sword in his hand, and the Teutonic knights surrounded these hateful soldiers in a fan shape.

"What a joke, kill these guys." The leader of the rioters waved his scimitar and ordered his men. For the sake of his life, the rioters fought desperately to attack the Teutonic Knights, but the Teutonic Knights were the elite of the knights, and the attacking rioters were defeated one by one.

"Damn it." The leader of the riots felt cold sweat soaked in his clothes under his scales. These powerful opponents emerged from somewhere. As a leader, he knew very well that his primary task was not to defeat these terrible people, but to choose the right time to escape. So he walked through the tent without hesitation and kept pulling the tent to block the Teutonic Knights' pursuit.

"No, the place where this guy escaped was the elder's tent." Schwab suddenly remembered that there seemed to be Latina there, so he hurriedly chased after him and tried to stop the leader of the riots from escaping.

"Ah~~~." The worst thing happened, that is, when Schwab rushed into the tent, he saw the stabbed elder and Latina who had been kidnapped. The leader of the rebel soldier did not expect that Latina was Schwab and others' companion. He just wanted to take a hostage in his hand, but he accidentally grabbed Latina.

"Well, I admit that this is very bloody, but the bad luck of the genital horse." Schwab held up his sword and looked at the leader of the schizophrenic who nervously placed the scimitar on Latina's slender neck, because the back path had been cut off by the Teutonic Knights.

"Let me go, damn it." The leader of the rioters' hands were trembling, but the shiny scimitar was still a threat. Schwab was sure that if he was not careful, Latina would turn into a corpse.

"Oh~~~." At this moment, the eyes of the leader of the chaos soldier suddenly widened. At this critical moment, Schwab threw the sword out without hesitation, and the sharp sword split the leader of the chaos soldier's head in half.

"Oh, can't you be gentler? His blood splattered all over me." Latina complained as she crawled out from the corpse of the leader of the corpse, and Schwab ignored her feelings as usual. He pulled out the sword that slashed the leader of the corpse and wiped it with the flow.

"It's really strange." Schwab felt the strange expression of the leader of the rebel soldiers in an instant, which made Schwab a little puzzled. When he walked out of the tent, Latina's mouth showed a strange smile.

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Chapter completed!