As the sun was shining, Asan Raz was sleeping under the linden tree, drooling with his mouth wide open, riding a white horse, marrying Kshatriya white and rich, and harvesting piles of gold and silver.

　　

　　In India, most of the Kshatriya beauties are white, rich and beautiful, and snowy, while the following classes of Vaisha and Sudra have a much darker complexion.

　　

　　 Then Raz was awake violently, and the dreams disappeared like ripples.

　　

　　 He opened his eyes uncomfortably, and saw a sturdy man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, and said anxiously: "There is movement ahead!"

　　

　　 "Something happened?" Raz was overjoyed, stood up stubbornly, and greeted: "Brothers, ready to work!"

　　

　　 "Okay, brother!" A group of guys touched about fifty or sixty people to stand up lazily, holding weapons of different lengths.

　　

　　 They are ragged and their weapons are not very good. Half of them hold wooden sticks and only have two bows.

　　

　　Yes, they are bandits, a class that is self-defeating from society, it is tantamount to untouchables!

　　

　　 They haunt this smuggling trail, making a living by robbing the caravans of the past, but life is not easy.

　　

　　 Didn't the bandits live a happy life of eating wine and meat in a big bowl, dividing gold and silver in a big way, and roaring the rivers and lakes?

　　

This trade road is quite unstable. Most of the merchants who dare to cross here are hard stubbles. They all have well-equipped and well-trained guards. Raz’s bandit group is too small to provoke large and medium-sized caravans, and sometimes they do. In the hands of a small caravan, a puddle of blood was produced, and the brothers were killed and wounded, but there was no good thing to grab!

　　

　　 For example, if you grab a pile of pottery, it's so heavy, what do you use it for?

　　

　　 There is another batch of twine, so let’s use it for cooking.

　　

　　 Good things can't be grabbed, and the things grabbed are bad things.

　　

　　 Over time, the bandits are also numb. The robbery is just for work. When you arrive, you will see if God will give them good luck.

　　

　　 There is no such thing as not opening for three years and eating for three years. Most of the time, I can’t find a chance to start after waiting for the last week, and I am often hungry.

　　

　　 It seems that the movements of the visitors this time are a bit big. Hearing all kinds of voices constantly ringing, the bandits lying on the roadside hills stared at the road nervously, worrying about their gains and losses.

　　

In vain, the wild grass that was blocking their sight on the road was chopped off. A group of “migrant workers?” wearing hats, covering their faces and wearing burqa, were cutting the bushes and bushes with their machete. The movement was very fast, and the plants obstructing the road were chopped off by them.

　　

　　 The bandits who couldn't figure out the details of the other party didn't act rashly at first, and soon they were not calm, because a group of donkeys came in one file, their bodies bulging, large and small, seemingly carrying a lot.

　　

　　 Even if the pocket obstructs people’s line of sight, the robbers rely on experience to find good stuff!

　　

　　For them, good goods are food, goods, and useful things.

　　

　　 The bandits instantly jealous!

　　

　　 "Charge!" Raz ran away immediately. He roared, holding a machete, and rushing forward, his brothers excitedly followed the leader.

　　

Seeing a bunch of Ah San suddenly appeared on the side of the road and rushed towards them, those "migrant workers?" were startled at first, and immediately calmed down. They stopped logging, and the leading "foreman?" shouted, all the migrant workers. "Yeah" he said, holding a machete in his hand and preparing to fight.

　　

　　 What the foreman said, Raz didn’t understand it. In fact, “Don’t use firearms. It’s so hot this day. The special M’s hacked them to death with a machete to dissipate the heat!”

　　

　　 Their machetes are not made of ordinary pig iron, they are all blue and quiet hardened steel knives, with a heavy blade, and the cutting iron is like mud.

　　

Over the years, their country’s industry has developed rapidly, and steel production has hit the world. Most countries use pig iron, but this country can use steel as much as steel. This kind of machete is used in daily life, but it can be used in most countries. Used as a weapon of the regular army.

　　

　　 Cutting a tree is like cutting a vegetable, and cutting a head is like cutting a melon!

　　

　　 Seeing the bandits rushing forward, the migrant workers stood with knives, opened their postures, and prepared for battle.

　　

　　 Several migrant workers felt that the mask was in the way, so they pulled the things on their faces to reveal their faces.

　　

　　 The other bandits rushed forward stupidly, Raz was shocked, and then his liver and gallbladder were splitting!

　　

　　 The people he was about to rob were Kshatriya!

　　

Why did he recognize it as Kshatriya? In India, the whiter the skin, the higher the class, and the people in front of him are all white. In fact, the skin of the migrant workers is darker than that of the same race, but they look more black than that of Ah San White.

　　

　　 So many Kshatriya?

　　

　　 The bandits seem to be lawless, but in fact they are instinctively afraid of high castes. Over the years, they have never harmed a high caste.

　　

　　 There is a group of Kshatriya right now, and they are going to rob them?

　　

　　 An unexpected movement occurred. The thief who rushed in front of the foreman threw the weapon on his hand, knelt in front of the foreman, and kissed his feet!

　　

　　 The foreman froze!

　　

　　The migrant workers are also shocked!

　　

　　 The bandits are even more shocked!

　　

　　 Some of the bandits were finally not stupid, they also recognized the Kshatriya in front of them, and their hearts were so shocked that they could not help but pale and all knelt down!

　　

　　 The foreman could not help shook his head when he saw this situation. After all, he was not a murderous madman, he was also restricted by military discipline, so he had to converge his fighting posture and call an interpreter to understand the situation.

　　

　　The migrant worker team has bad intentions and has many translations. Many migrant workers themselves are also translators.

　　

　　 After a quarter of an hour, everyone understood each other's identities.

　　

The foreman is Lu Anhuai, the commander of a certain unit of the Special Forces of the Southeast Army. His unit is responsible for being the front-line soldiers and walking in front of the team. It is not their main business to open the way but a part-time job. The weather is too hot, so they just cut off. When the tree came, I didn't expect to be discovered by the bandits, thinking that they were migrant workers. Fortunately, seeing their skin color, they simply surrendered.

　　

　　 And when Raz learned their identities, he was very fortunate.

　　

　　 The other bandits don’t know anything about it, but Raz still understands that all Chinese are Kshatriya.

　　

　　 If you really ran into them, the Raz group in the next life would not even have the right to be a pariah. They would not be able to be-humans. They would be beaten into the animal life and become horses, pigs, and sheep. The sacred cow would never be thought of.

　　

　　 He rolled his eyes and suggested: "Let's make a way for the adults!"

　　

　　 This feeling is good. Why don't you have free labor? Lu Anhuai agreed. They took the opportunity to take a break~lightnovelpub.net~ Raz started to start the next move to clear the way for the army to cut trees and weeds.

　　

　　He took the lead and led his men to work hard.

　　

　　 Seeing that their guy didn't take advantage, Lu Anhuai gave each Ah San a machete.

　　

　　 The machete got in hand, shaking the hearts of Asans, they have never used such a good guy!

　　

　　 This speed has increased. Raz has the heart. Seeing Lu Anhuai instructing them to open the way, he asked Lu Anhuai: "My lord, are you going north?"

　　

　　 The interpreter told Lu Anhuai, and he responded: "Yes!"

　　

　　 "This road is not good enough, this road should be taken!" Raz pointed Lu Anhuai to walk a dry river bed, which is easy to walk and saves a lot of travel.

　　

　　 I don't think these bandits will come to deceive him, Lu Anhuai will rely on him and let the special forces embark on a new path.

　　

　　 It was really easy to walk and save trouble. When I walked down one day, the journey was correct, and he arrived at the scheduled place in advance. Lu An was overjoyed and announced that he would give Raz ten silver dollars. The others waited for one silver dollar and sent them a batch of biscuits and tea leaves.

　　

　　 Laz was blessed to the soul, and knelt down and said: "I don't want to take things, I just want to work for adults!"

　　

　　 Luanhuai thought that he still wanted some geographic ghosts to lead the way, so he agreed to let Raz put on the costume of the accompanying Imperial Army and become a glorious third-class soldier!