Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 222 Prologue

   The bandit leader "Pot Ring" Dixon has been very comfortable recently, because he has a group of very fierce men.

  Because of the heavy taxation, the newly cultivated land was originally a hardest hit area by bandits.

   Now, the rampant levy of Red Rose and Blue Rose makes it easier for the gang to expand their manpower.

   As long as you give a bite to eat, some people who have nowhere to go come to flee.

   But in that case, you can only recruit some clumsy farmers.

   And the new batch of people under Guoquan's men are all ruthless characters.

   Not only does he work neatly, his hands and feet are quick, but he also never asks about unrelated things.

   Most importantly, they all have a warhorse, and the saber makes good.

   "Kouzi with cavalry, be good." Guoquan thought proudly: "Even in the entire new land, is it the only one?"

  With the help of new men, Guoquan easily swallowed another group of bandits nearby.

   Now there are only the "Dixon" family left in this forest, and he has finally realized his long-standing professional pursuit: monopoly.

  The only fly in the ointment is that the new recruits only listen to one of the boys named "Pierre".

   Even if it is his boss's order, it has to be conveyed twice by that kid.

   "We have to find a way to get rid of that kid." Guoquan thought to himself: "To swallow this group of people completely."

   "Boss! It's not good!"

   One of his subordinates ran back and scrambling back, shouting, "There's an awesome guy ahead! Really awesome!"

  The ring of the pot goes up and slaps it under the hand.

   "What the **** are you panicking?" Guoquan scolded viciously: "Who the **** is not so powerful now that he still dares to walk outside?"

  The war led to the rampant banditry, and the bandit rampage caused the commercial activities between towns to almost stagnate.

   There are no ordinary pedestrians on the road, and the caravans are almost extinct.

  The travelers who dare to walk outside are either very daring or confident in their abilities, and most of them have both.

   This made the business of the pot ring even more bleak.

   But he wasn't too worried, he couldn't rob passers-by, and he could rob the farm.

   Now that his gang has more powerful gangsters, and he recruits a few more people, it is no problem to deal with a small village with dozens of households.

   Hearing his subordinates say that the comer is very powerful, Guohuan rolled his eyes, thinking about it.

   "Pierre?" Guohuan shouted and searched in the camp: "Where is Pierre?"

   No rider paid attention to him, everyone was busy.

   This made Guohuan even more angry, and he shouted: "Pierre!"

  A young man with a shaggy beard climbed out of the tent, looked at the pot ring with sleepy eyes, and responded sloppily: "Here."

   "There is a horseman in front." Guoquan ordered: "You go to the back road, don't let him run away. I will lead someone to block in front."

   Pierre responded and stretched out his hand to get dressed.

   The other riders seemed to have something to say, but Pierre shook his head slightly.

   Guoquan looked enviously as Pierre stepped on his horse and ran towards the forest road with his saber in hand.

  War horses are too expensive and too troublesome to keep.

   Even the leader, Guoquan, didn't have a tall horse to ride, only a short Hed horse.

   Seeing Pierre leaving on horseback, Guohuan also hurriedly called for the other men to follow.

   On the side of the road, he saw the guy whose subordinate said "really amazing".

   Just a glance, Guoquan saw that it was a dangerous person.

   The other party rode on a horse and walked unhurriedly.

   He looks young, well-proportioned, with an inconspicuous white mark on his forehead.

   A cane with the head of a horse is inserted into the saddlebag, and a saber is inserted into the saddlebag on the other side.

   Intuitively told Guoquan that the other party was really dangerous, even more dangerous than Pierre and his group of horses combined.

   But for the pot ring, the more dangerous the opponent, the better.

   Guoquan watched Pierre approaching each other from behind, getting closer and closer, no matter who died he would not lose.

  The accident happened.

   Like thunder blasting through the forest, a voice spread throughout the forest: "Pierre Girardnovich! You are really good at it!"

  Woquan gaped as Pierre rolled off the saddle and embraced the dangerous stranger.

   "Grass, it's broken." The pot ring has only one thought.

   As the saying goes: What is the meaning of decapitation today? Entrepreneurship is difficult. Now go to Quantai to recruit the old troops, and kill Yama with one hundred thousand flags.

   (end of this chapter)