Chapter 107 – Unable To Control Hate! (1/2)

Chapter 107: Unable to control hate!

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The m.u.f.fled noise of horses' hooves pounding against the sand sounded rhythmic and hypnotising.

Lifting up and setting down simultaneously, they charged ahead like a storm.

The group was evidently a gang of bandits but from plundering and being on the battlefield for a long time, they looked as powerful, determined and courageous as regular troops

They were clad in tight black clothes with a black robe draped over.

Looking like a black tornado sweeping up dense clouds of smoke and dust.

There were neither disorganised yelling nor threatening cries, and even their hurried breathing was silent.

Sitting atop horses, they avoided creating any sounds as much as possible.

Only their slender sabres were raised high into the air, blatantly exposing the ident.i.ty of the reapers of death.

They all showed extraordinary equestrian skill, their bodies rocking with the saddle motion. No hands but just their legs were required to steer the horse.

They approached from the distance in the twinkling of an eye.

The faded black figures moments ago became much clearer; right now every unfamiliar faces were visible, along with the ferocious look that accompanied each unfamiliar face——

More terrifying than Blood Wolf and more evil than the devil.

Gan Yang's face looked grave and stern, constantly licking his chapped lips with his tongue. This was one of his habits; every time he encountered a dangerous situation or felt tense he would do this action naturally.

Desert bandits have devastated these lands for thousands of years. Their profession is the same as escorting guards in that it is inherited.

The saying goes if you live by the water, you profit from the water. If you live on a mountain, you live off the mountain. The people who lives in the desert, lives on nothing. It is only through robbing and killing that they could acc.u.mulate wealth for their future generations. As a result, robbing and murdering became a fair and essential means for them to earn a living.

For desert bandits to survive, they have to rob and kill.

Escort guards also have to survive, so they must protect the goods, must sacrifice themselves.

Since ancient times, these two groups have been rivals.

There is no enmity between them but they won't give up until they die.

Gan Yang had encountered desert bandits a number of times before; many brothers of his have also been killed by bandits on their way of delivering goods. They were killed in front of his eyes——including Gan Liang's father.

That kind of frustration and powerlessness he felt makes him cry his heart out at night over and over again.

However, those were small gangs of desert bandits before. Twenty or thirty people usually, and at most fifty people. They would charge ahead, kill, rob goods and then turn around to leave.

This time it was different, this time the bandits came in their hundreds.

He did not know what goods they were asked to escort, but he remembered the serious atmosphere during the conversation the herbal tyc.o.o.n of Guanzhong, Bai Feng, had with their elderly leader. After that, the elderly leader invited him into his room to explain the seriousness of this matter and repeatedly said that the brothers must guarantee the safety of this batch of goods. When they return, the escorting establishment would be able to make an unexpected recovery and the families of the brothers who pa.s.sed away could also live an easy and comfortable life.

It was obvious, this batch of goods is worth a lot of money. These bandits must have sniffed out the taste of blood so they gathered here to prepare for a big transaction.

This cargo cannot be lost, they can't afford to, otherwise the escorting establishment would be over and also the livese of their brothers.

“Brothers, we came here for what?” Gan Yang's deep sharp voice bellowed across the desert. He also does not know why his voice suddenly became like this. As if he was scalded. “We're not doing this to defend the country nor to protect the goods—-we only want to earn a living for our families. If the cargo is safe, everything will be fine. If the goods are lost, the business is over and we are finished.”

Gan Yang drew out the sword hanging at his waist, hissing: “There's nothing to say anymore, just as before—-attack.”

“Attack them.” The numerous guards gathered around Gan Yang drew their sword and cried raucously. Although they were lacking in numbers but the momentum was just as strong.

“Kill.” Gan Yang led the way, with a sword tight in his hand he charged ahead on horse.

“Kill.” Many escorting guards also commanded their horse to charge forth.

Blocking the road to wealth is the same as killing their parents. How could they not do their best to attack?

Of course, the desert bandits also felt the same way.

They showed no intention to slow down; the moment the team of escorting guards, led by Gan Yang, was charging forth, the bandits once again speeded up. Bringing out the horses' potential to its fullest.

“Kill.” The leader's face was biting-cold as he muttered between clenched teeth.

“Kill.” Grasping onto their sabres, the black-robed men charged towards Gan Yang and the others.

Sha—–

Gan Yang and the man in black lunged their sword at each other, missing only by inches.

Gan Yang felt the power of the tiger, his chest constricted. But the man in black had already rushed into their camp and consecutively beheaded Gan Chao and w.a.n.g Xiaode.

His opponent was a skilled master, his strength was not on the same level as him.

The other black-robed bandits also penetrated into the team of escort guards like wolves mauling a flock of sheep. The guards who only know a few basic martial moves or simply have a st.u.r.dy body hoping to rely on their strength to earn a bowl of rice were hacked to death and dropped from their horses one after the other.

Gan Yang's eyes became blazing with anger. With a loud roar, he once again turned his horse towards the black-clad bandits.

Capture the leader first in order to capture all his followers. As long as he was able to decapitate the leader first, it will certainly destroy their morale and lead them to return back from where they came from empty-handed.

“Die.” Gan Yang clenched his teeth and hissed. The feeling of despair came once again, he exerted his utmost strength to kill the opponents but no matter how hard he tried he could never drive people into that hysterical state of madness.

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