The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 187 Camel Thorn

The livestock' unusual behavior naturally attracted the attention of the shepherds and horse herders.

They searched around for quite a while.

Finally, they found a depression not far away, about two or three acres in size.

The depression is surrounded by rocks.

The depression inside reveals a whole new world.

It was covered with foxtail grass.

This is a type of grass commonly found on pastures in southern Mongolia, which cattle, horses, and sheep all love to eat.

Unagrimonia pilosa (foxtail grass) that has not yet produced ears of grain has exceptionally tender roots, stems and leaves.

The horse handlers were overjoyed.

It is likely that this depression was previously a waterlogged puddle.

With water and fertile soil, good grass can grow.

Such tender foxtail grass should be eaten by the horse first.

The oxen pulling the carts and the sheep used for rations were both second-class livestock.

In the eyes of the Mongols, livestock are also divided into different classes.

Horses were also distinguished by the status of their owners.

Of all the horses, those of Lingdan Khan and the various commanders were the most prestigious.

Unfortunately, the area of this depression is a bit small.

The horse herders quickly returned and reported back, earning a generous reward from Lingdan Khan and the commanders of ten thousand households.

Seven or eight horse herders, beaming with delight, drove over five hundred fine horses to this pasture for a special meal.

"Da da da"

The closer you are to the depression, the stronger the grassy scent becomes.

The horses were completely captivated by the fragrance.

Upon recognizing the familiar type of grass, they jumped up without hesitation.

"Puff."

In a moment.

From the depression came a series of piercing cries that seemed to cut through the sky.

"sizzle"

That's a sound a horse makes when it's in extreme danger.

Danger!

pain!

Don't come!

The warning was a bit late.

The aroma of the hay lowered the horses' alertness, and they were all thrown into the pot like dumplings.

Things are moving too fast!

The seven or eight horse herders standing on the depression all poked their heads out to look into the bottom of the pit.

"hiss!"

This sight left them all dumbfounded!

This depression looks to be about two zhang deep!

That jump was completely unexpected.

You might break your leg!

Upon closer listening to the neighing of the horses, the horse herders disregarded everything else and jumped into the pit one after another.

Saving the horse is saving yourself.

Horse herders' lives are human lives, but if the horses they care for are injured, their deaths a thousand times over cannot compensate for the life of a single horse!
The horse herders, who had just jumped into the pit, felt a sharp pain in their feet.

Look down.

More than a dozen thorns pierced through the entire sole of my foot, penetrating the skin and protruding onto the instep.

It's over, it's over.

The horse didn't break its leg; it fell into a thorn pit.

"It hurts! Help! Help!"

Before they fainted from the pain, the horse herders felt they might have offended the god in heaven who governed livestock. Otherwise, who could tell them?

Why would camel thorn, the most common plant in the desert, grow in such a deep pit?

What puzzled them the most was...

Camel thorn, camel thorn.

When did the thorns that camels eat as pasture grow as hard as iron nails?
They also wanted to ask how unaconite (foxtail grass) could grow on camel thorn.
What we can't understand can only be explained by miracles.
Gan Minglan: Uh, I can explain that.

After her wood-type ability broke through to level nine, most plants in nature could become her tools.

Even the ordinary camel thorn in the desert.

After being nurtured and refined by her supernatural abilities, the thorns on the branches not only became longer and thicker, but also as hard and sharp as iron nails.

She transplanted the dog rice grass, which had grown to a foot long and had been nourished by silkworm excrement under the space tree, onto the camel thorn net.

After further stimulation and patching, the doggrass grew into a continuous patch on the thorny net.

Standing on top of the pit, it's impossible to tell that these plants, which look very much like foxtail grass, have roots that live on the barbed wire.

Gan Minglan spent the entire morning working on creating such a perfect trap.

She hadn't expected that doggrass, fertilized with silkworm excrement, could make the horses so carefree.

The trap was more effective than I could have imagined.

After more than 500 horses entered the pit, they quickly turned into "Akhal-Teke horses".

The more it struggles, the more the camel thorn burrows into its flesh.

Horse herders have a much lower pain tolerance than horses, and most of them have already fainted from the pain.

Only one person remained at the bottom of the pit, shouting for help.

Nobody cared about the lives of the horse herders.

But the horses' neighing still alerted their respective owners.

Fifteen minutes later, the top of the pit was filled with people.

Lingdan Khan stared at the nine lifeless white horses at the bottom of the pit, his heart aching beyond measure.

These days, even the descendants of the Golden Family aren't wealthy!

It took the family a great deal of effort to gather nine perfectly matched and powerful horses for him.

You could easily sell any horse you take to the Han Chinese cattle and horse market for a thousand gold pieces!

During the days of the march, he was reluctant to use these nine white horses to pull his royal tent.

They feed and care for the animals well, and let them ride them from time to time.

Right now, that damned stable boy has led all his prized horses into the pit.

He couldn't believe that the other party wouldn't notice such an obvious deep pit.

They actually dared to lie to me and say they had found a superior pasture!
Lingdan Khan had reason to believe that these horse grooms must be spies planted by certain forces that wanted to bring him down.

He didn't want to hear a single word of explanation, and waved his hand while clutching his aching chest.

The horse herders at the bottom of the pit were then pierced through the heart by Lingdan Khan's guards.

Horse herder = slave
What is the comparison between the life of a slave and that of a BMW?
The situation at the bottom of the pit is now completely out of control.

Like the nine white horses, the hundred-odd horses that were full of energy and struggled after being stabbed were also among the first to die.

Before they died, their bodies were pierced with thousands of giant spikes.

The horse's neck artery was pierced.

Even the biggest horse can't bleed that much!

More than three hundred horses remained, barely alive, whimpering and sobbing.

The horse's owners tried to salvage the situation, sending their personal guards down to check on it.

Unexpectedly, I just went downstairs.

The camel thorns pierced right through the soles of their leather boots.

More than a dozen people in succession injured their feet.

After the wounded guards were pulled up, the thorns were pulled from the soles of their boots.

"It's camel thorn!"

"Heavens! How can camel thorns be so thick and so hard?"

Some people didn't believe it and touched the tip of the thorn directly.

"It hurts!"

Large beads of blood instantly appeared on my fingertip.

The Mongolians, who have lived on the grasslands for years, were completely bewildered.

Camel thorns are found everywhere in the desert.

Unagen (foxtail grass) is also very common.

How did these two unrelated plants get mixed together and appear in the form of a pit?

Could it be a trap set by the enemy?
Who in the world has such great ability!
But is there really such a coincidence in the world?
What kind of coincidence is it to capture more than 500 top-quality horses in one go?

Lingdan Khan expressed his disbelief!
Even the heads of the ten thousand households didn't believe it!
(End of this chapter)