It has come to my attention that this old story is not universally known... so I'm sharing it now...
A caravan is traveling down the road, and a lone mongol comes riding up, with his war cry and his sword, and orders the caravanners to stop...
So they do.
He waves his sword and shouts, and orders them all to line up in a row...
So they do.
He yells and waves his sword and orders them to give him all their gold and their goods...
So they do.
He yells and waves his sword, and he goes down to one end of the line, and orders the caravanner to get down on his knees and kneel over...
So he does...
...and the mongol chops the caravanners head off.
He yells and waves his sword again, and orders the next caravanner to get on his knees and kneel over...
So he does...
....and the mongol chops the caravanners head off.
Three guys down the line, a caravanner says to his friends "hey, there's only one of him and there's a dozen of us... let's rush him, he can only get one or two of us"
The rest of the caravanners grab him, beat him up, and say "what are you crazy? You might make him angry".
