Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Wang Yan felt that the city should be searched for a while, so he took someone out to find work as usual.

In the small market next to the city gate, Wang Yan and the others, who have become familiar faces, watched a group of businessmen fought, but the sergeants on the side didn't care, and even gathered together to watch the excitement, pointing at them from time to time.

The atmosphere is very relaxed, and it doesn't look like two important ministers had just been assassinated.

The businessmen were fighting, so naturally they didn't work.

Wang Yan and a few hands squatted on the side, talking in a low voice.

"It seems that Meier didn't take it seriously!"

"It's not that it's not taken seriously, he is afraid that it is an internal assassination, which will make him nervous and worry that he will become the target of others, so his energy should be in Halle at present."

Wang Yan didn't expect that Blackthorn's actions actually disrupted Halle's interior, which was considered a great achievement.

Xiao Guwei scribbled on the ground with a sharp-edged stone, but if someone who had an impression of the city defense squatted down and took a closer look, it would not take long to find that this was a map.

He clicked on the six city gates, and finally smashed heavily at the city gate leading to Daming.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The first is a war horse, at least 300 horses, some water and dry food on it, no more, just two or three days."

Wang Yan said, "They have already arranged."

The businessmen over there had almost ended their fight over market share, and a few **** faces ran out and shouted, threatening to burn their homes with a fire.

So a group of people changed from fighting to quarrel, making a womanly noise.

Chen Deng glanced at the city gate, exhaled heavily, and said: "It's all difficult, we don't even want to live if there is a mistake on either side."

The dangerous nature of rescuing more than a hundred people is self-evident. Any mistake in any link is immediately a desperate situation of being encircled.

Wang Yan didn't want to affect his morale, so he said, "Chen Deng will leave immediately."

This was decided yesterday. Chen Deng stretched out his feet to mess up the lines on the ground and whispered: "My lord, you take care."

Wang Yan said softly: "Remember, ten days. Leave immediately after ten days."

Chen Deng nodded, Xiao Guwei stood up and knocked him to the ground with one kick.

The two immediately fought each other, and then Wang Yan went to persuade him to fight, and finally Chen Deng was expelled from the small group.

He squatted lonely on the side. After a businessman had negotiated a business, he used to smile and wanted to make a living, but was driven away by Xiao Guwei.

More and more people came in and out of the city, and Chen Deng could not find a living, digging out the blood scab on the corner of his mouth, and left the city alone.

This is the meaning of rushing to kill, Chen Deng must go out of the city, outside he can wait for the caravan to find a job, that is, follow the caravan on the road.

There are many such things, and the sergeant who defends the city doesn't want to care about it at all.

...

After being forced to eat the chewed tendons that day, Ma Song became a little nervous.

He began to like to stare at the Harith’s necks and talk to himself.

"...I will kill you, let you eat Lao Tzu's poop, and let you eat Lao Tzu's **** for generations to come."

He just muttered, his eyes blank.

Zhao Xing leaned close and heard his talk and persuaded him to persuade him, but it was useless at all.

This is not the first prisoner of war with mental problems. According to previous examples, Ma Song will become more and more crazy. In the end, he will attack the Harits and be executed in public.

He could only smile bitterly at this, then lowered his head.

...

Wang Yan and the others received work to help a businessman carry goods on the truck.

A total of eleven carts of goods were paid enough to feed them for a day, and if they were willing, they could secretly buy a small jar of wine from those merchants.

At the city gate, there were more than twenty sergeants staring at the people and vehicles coming in and out.

This is a conclusion drawn after observing for a long time, and there is no deviation.

There are about a hundred people on the city head here, and these people are scattered on the long city head, looking sparsely.

There are about two thousand people guarding the entire city of Samarkand.

But this is just a precaution. With rangers and scouts outside, this place is as stable as Mount Tai.

There are still many armies in the city, but their goal is to stare at the palace and protect Halle’s lord Meiergan.

Wang Yan once again confirmed the defensive power at the city gate as usual, and then took the people back.

When I passed the abandoned house last night, there were some traces of new soil covering on the ground. But even so, the unique stench of blood can still be smelled.

But no one will care about this. The troubled times have just ended, and the people have long been accustomed to this taste.

Wang Yan suddenly stared at the ground in front of him, then got up and went to the right.

On the ground there was a rich man with lines like children's graffiti, Xiao Guwei also saw it, and took a few sergeants scattered around to monitor.

This scene of smuggling can scare the guts of ordinary people, but Xiao Guwei just blew the whistle and stopped two men passing by.

"Don't die!"

He looked fiercely like a green skin, and he touched the back waist with his right hand.

The two men retreated to the side with a panic expression, secretly rejoicing that they hadn't hit something that was enough to kill them.

And Wang Yan has entered an abandoned mud house.

There was a smell of urine in the mud room, it was very smelly, and I didn't know whether it was a human or an animal.

"My lord, the caravan is ready."

A short man stood in the corner, and most people would ignore him at first glance.

Wang Yan asked, "Can the guard over the city gate pass the air?"

The short man said: "My lord, he gave him a good ten taels of silver. He said that he would check when he was out of the city. If there were only twenty long knives, it would be fine."

"This is a horror. If we have been targeted, then they will wait for all of us to show up before doing anything, so we must keep an eye on the number of people at the gate."

...

The surrounding area of ​​Samarkand can be regarded as a safe zone, and the herders can even spend the night outside without worrying about looting by horse thieves.

In the early morning, many caravans had gathered at the city gate, and they would go east and trade with those tribes all the way.

There are also several caravans outside the city waiting to enter the city. One of the caravans is very large, with more than 20 people, but with more than 300 good horses to sell.

The general on the front of the city had just changed his shift. He looked at the horse team outside the city and said: "We have no shortage of horses, we are short of good horses. These businessmen are really well informed and seem to be able to make a lot of money."

A subordinate on the side greedily said: "My lord, get a hand?"

The general shook his head and cautiously said: "Recently, the ministers are assassinating each other, and the lord is very angry. Don't do it at this time. When the time comes, those businessmen are smart people and they will benefit."

He yawned and asked, "Where is the sweeper?"

Every day I am used to someone coming to sweep the floor at the same moment, and I will feel a little uncomfortable if I don't see it.

"My lord, here they are."

The general turned around~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing that more than one hundred prisoners of the Ming army were walking up the city, he smiled and said, “I’m missing the leg of lamb today, otherwise I would be happy to give them some delicious tendons.”

"Open the gates!"

When the hour came, the city gate slowly opened.

According to the rules, the caravans in the city must go out first, and the caravans outside the city can only enter the city after the inside is finished.

The merchants outside the city reluctantly asked people to drive the horses to the edge of the city gate. The temperature was a bit low, and the guys paced around the horse team from time to time.

The purple light in the east had dissipated, and Samarkand began to wake up.

Mei Er Gan also woke up, he dressed neatly and ate breakfast slowly.

"Still not found out?"

He was drinking tea, and at the same time his brain had begun to turn, the arrangements of the whole day were slowly filtering, looking for mistakes.

A man with the appearance of a housekeeper stood by and bowed slightly and said, "Wang, there is still no news."

Meiergan took a sip of tea, with a gloomy area between her brows, and continued to ask, "What are those people doing?"

The man said: "They are a little silent, there was no singing and dancing last night."

"Singing and dancing?"

Meier said dryly: "What Hare needs is a soldier, and women will only make the soldiers soften their bones!"

The man stepped back awkwardly. This topic is not something he can mix.

Meier drank the tea, got up and walked out of the palace where he lived, and looked at the morning sun in the distance and said: "Harleh is as vibrant as the sun, and meat fans are nothing. We will become stronger. As for the Ming people...they are beyond their reach. , Can only watch us continue to grow stronger and helpless."

The sun was shining, shining on the palace, and it looked a little more brilliant.

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