Chapter 263 Meeting of Heroes
At night, around the outskirts of the market, there are camps all over the desert. There are much fewer people in the middle of the night than in the evening, but there are still people working on moving goods and loading trucks.
Zhao Changhe looked at it from a distance, always thinking of scenes at ports and terminals, which were indeed places where commerce and trade gathered.
I don’t know what kind of tacit understanding there is between the various caravans. Whether their respective territories have been divided in advance. It seems that each has its own scope and does not interfere with each other. Although there are many people, it is not chaotic.
It also happened to be convenient for Zhao Changhe to check things. It would be a headache if it really became a mess.
He easily found the Qiao family's caravan camp. At this time, someone was also moving goods inside, which seemed to be jewelry, spices, sheepskins, etc., ready to be brought back to the Middle Earth. The delivery person seemed to be delivered directly by the Hu merchant in the market. You could still vaguely hear the dissatisfied complaints of the Hu merchant: "Second Master Qiao is getting more and more arrogant now. He is hiding in the tent and can't even see his face." , is this your Central Plains etiquette?”
A person who seemed to be in charge was smiling apologetically: "Originally, Mr. Qiao took the young master into the market, and he was beaten while eating at Sanniang's place..."
“How dare Mr. Qiao provoke Sanniang Yuan? Commander Wu doesn’t even dare to force this woman. I heard she has a backing!”
"Hey, you can't offend Sanniang, but the other party may have a good background. I heard that he is the king of the Wang family. His strength is worthy of the earth's ranking. A pinch under his arm can actually cut off the second master's hand. "The steward made a gesture of pinching his arms and grinned: "This is too scary..."
Hu Shang also took a breath of cold air: "What kind of **** descends to earth? Since it is a powerful person on the earth's list, he may really be king."
"Yes, we think so too. Even if it is a fake Wang family, the second master would not dare to gamble. What if it is true? Do you want to go back to China and hang out?"
“Speaking of which, does anyone from the Wang family dare to appear near the War Lion Tribe?”
“I don’t know about that. Anyway, the War Lion tribe is now crossing the river with the Ni Bodhisattva, so I’m afraid they don’t have the heart to cause any trouble to the Wang family...”
The two of them walked in as they talked, surrounded by a bunch of laborers moving goods, and a few guards who looked like they were following behind.
No one noticed that among the laborers who were busy moving goods, there was a yellow-faced man. He mixed in and entered the village. He even helped people carry the goods honestly, all the way to the carriages and horses for loading.
Because he felt that these two conversations were very informative and worth listening to a few more times.
As expected, I heard Hu Shang ask: "Then I mentioned before that I brought six slaves with me this time? Are they in the car?"
The steward glanced around subconsciously and lowered his voice: "This time, they are all martial arts masters from the Middle Earth. The lowest ones have five layers of entrance hall, and the higher ones have seven layers. The prices are not low. The second master plans to take them to the animal farm. Maybe Commander Wu will be interested in the auction."
Hu Shang frowned: "This is not a good product... A martial arts master who is too strong can't control it. He can easily escape and may have backlash. I'm afraid that except for Commander Wu, the general forces don't dare to take it easily. Not only will you not be able to bid for it, but you will also lose money." Maybe the price was lowered by Commander Wu.”
The manager obviously took it to heart and sighed: "I don't think it's appropriate either, but the second master thinks this is a business opportunity..."
Hu Shang said: "How did you catch the second master? This is not easy. I have seen a master of the sixth level. His light skill can run faster than a horse, and his endurance is no worse than a horse."
"They went to reconnoiter the Wild Wolf Tribe and were discovered and hunted. While escaping, they saw our caravan and saw that it was the Central Plains Caravan. They thought they were saved." The steward smiled slightly: "The second master welcomed them into the team and backhanded them. Catch them."
Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly to resist drawing out the sword.
It was much easier to find the clues for the mission assigned by Cui Yuanyong than expected. Fortunately, the two Qiao family members were not killed in the restaurant before. Otherwise, the caravan would have been in chaos and they would have withdrawn directly. Instead, the clues would have been cut off, and people might still be there. Kill them to avoid trouble.
But Zhao Changhe felt no sense of relief at this moment. Instead, he was ten thousand times more angry than when he came.
This team is a hot-blooded team. They are here to help Yanmen defend themselves and go out for reconnaissance regardless of life and death! Not for traveling!
Who were they protecting when they resisted the barbarians?
I'm afraid these men never thought that they would be betrayed by the people they protected. This kind of psychological blow is far better than destroying the body.
Luckily among the misfortunes, they are all still alive and undisabled, and they are still good men after being rescued.
Even Hu Shang, who was famous for being heavy on profits, couldn't bear to listen and asked: "Just for a few slave money?"
"That's not all. This batch of food of ours is to be handed over to the Wild Wolf Tribe. Aren't they being seen out if they follow the team? Go back and tell Huangfu Yongxian or Tang Wanzhuang, what should we do? Or kill them. Either way, you can still make money if you catch them, that’s all.”
Of course, Hu Shang was too lazy to say more, and just said: "We are all old acquaintances. Just sell this batch to me. Don't go and take pictures. Just listen to my advice. It's not cost-effective... Maybe Commander Wu will give it away for free." ”
The steward said: "I don't have the power to decide this. You have to ask the second master."
Hu Shang said: "It takes time for them to load the goods. I just happened to go to see how the second master's injury was."
The two of them walked towards the camp as they talked. Zhao Changhe pretended to move the goods and thought to himself.
Are you going to find some help, such as paying Sanniang to do a favor? Will she be willing? While I was thinking about it, there was a sudden noise in front of the camp gate: "Where's the drunkard from? Come on!"
A somewhat familiar voice said drunkenly: "Damn it, what's the matter with me having no money? Where's your Orchid? Come out and dance!"
Zhao Changhe’s eyes lit up.
Situ Xiao!
Help is coming!
The guard at the gate of the village was so angry that he yelled: "Damn it, this is not the Orchid Camp, the prostitute village you want is at the other end! I still want to go!"
“Not Hu Jiying? I don’t believe it! I look at you like a chicken...”
“Go away, you drunkard!”
The quarrel started at the village gate. In the main tent, Mr. Qiao had a bandage on his hand and was sending the Hu merchant out. He was talking about something. When he saw this, he said angrily: "Where is the drunkard making trouble here? Let's go and see some people!"
After receiving the order, Mr. Qiao said to Hu Shang: "Brother, you are right. These people might as well sell it to you privately..."
Before he finished speaking, a sword flashed from behind the tent.
This is Jianguang who has been lurking here for who knows how long. It is very likely that someone quietly lurked here while the Qiao family went to the market to eat. He never found a suitable opportunity to make a move, and actually lurked several times. The hour is motionless.
Besides the top assassins in Tingxue Tower, only those who make a living as bounty hunters can do such a thing...
Han Wubing!
At the time of the trouble at the village gate, Han Wubing, who had been lurking for a long time, took a rare opportunity and took action to assassinate Qiao Er!
Contrary to Han Wubing's expectation, Qiao Er's skills were average and he had a broken hand. His sword that he thought would kill him was blocked by someone.
There was a "clang" sound, and it was Hu Shang who was holding a scimitar in his hand and deflected Han Wubing's killing sword. Han Wubing passed by him, and Hu Shang was knocked back several steps.
"I didn't expect that there are such masters among the barbarians in the Western Regions. I lost my mind this time." Han Wubing thought to himself. He didn't have time to give Qiao Er a sword, so he quickly dodged and retreated behind the stronghold.
Qiao Er was quickly surrounded by people. He was jumping around in the crowd and shouted angrily: "What are you doing standing still! The people in front of me should stop him!"
Countless crowds of people rushed toward Han Wubing. In the dark night, Han Wubing looked like a ghost. Blood sprayed everywhere he passed. He screamed and screamed all the way as he rushed out of the village.
Situ Xiao, who was making trouble at the gate of the village, made everyone stupid.
He and Han Wubing had never even met, let alone made an appointment. He was simply upset because he had just discovered that this was a convoy of merchants from the Central Plains coming here to trade, so he improvised and deliberately caused trouble to attract Qiao Er to come out and see if he could take his head and run away.
As a result, as soon as the incident broke out, someone inside assassinated him in advance.
This is a good man.
Facing the expression of the village gate guard who regarded him as an accomplice, Situ Xiao was not depressed about lying on his back, but was willing to become an accomplice. He took a leisurely sip of wine and suddenly sprayed the torch at the village gate.
With a "boom", fire shot into the sky. The gates of the village, the tents, the carriages and spices clothing that were entering and exiting were ignited, and the fire spread wildly along the way.
The camp finally became a mess, and the hands of the people loading the trucks were all affected. At the leader's call, they all dropped what they were doing and rushed out to put out the fire.
Zhao Changhe looked at the carriages and horses around him that suddenly became empty, and quickly opened the doors of one carriage after another, looking for someone.
Brothers, please hold on a little longer. I will help you later after I save the person.
“Bang!” When he finally opened the more than a dozen carriages, they were all empty. It seemed that there were several people sleeping inside. Zhao Changhe’s eyes lit up and he was about to get in the car when he suddenly felt a chill on the side of his neck.
Zhao Changhe could dodge instinctively, but found that the opponent's sword style was mysterious and unusual. Even if he lost the initiative, he couldn't dodge at all...
The long sword was already placed on his neck, and a cold voice came from behind: "Which cart is carrying food and fodder? Take me to get it... Hey, this sword of yours..."
Zhao Changhe sighed and looked at the long-lost face behind him: "You robbed the food and fodder, and you took me away by the way? How about being a stronghold of the village?"
Yue Hongling’s eyes widened.
(End of this chapter)