The fiefdom increases by one soldier every second, and millions of cavalry circle the Dragon City

"continue!"

Qin Ming glanced at the caravan, and the words he spat out were a little ruthless.

Many guys in the caravan were stunned.

They couldn't help but wonder if they had heard wrongly.

Even Zhao Dafu looked confused and asked Qin Ming in a low voice.

"Your Highness, the Sixth Highness, the guys have just been robbed. Why don't you go back to Jinsha City to rest for a while?"

He had just gone through a life and death battle without even a moment's rest.

Just continue doing business?

Qin Ming looked at him with cold eyes.

"Rest? We don't have much time!"

"We must hurry up!"

If the trade routes in Jinsha City are not opened up, Qin Ming's points may all be locked up!

After all, there is not enough food, and the soldiers he recruits will only starve to death one after another!

Qin Ming will definitely not allow such a thing to happen!

Therefore, the caravan must be fast!

At this time, Zhao Dafu also read something in Qin Ming's eyes.

He straightened his body and responded quickly.

"Yes! Your Highness, Sixth Prince!"

At this time, he could only quickly greet the guys in the caravan.

Qin Ming also began to order the Qingjia Army to start picking up the scattered goods.

But what I saw abandoned on the ground were all goods of low value.

Zhao Dafu tried his best to protect the tens of thousands of kilograms of precious rice and fine salt.

Qin Ming looked at Zhao Dafu busy in the distance, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

It seems that Zhao Dafu is also a shrewd businessman.

Maybe I didn't make the wrong choice to cooperate with him.

The caravan soon began to operate.

To be on the safe side, Qin Ming ordered Guan Yu to lead 1,500 elite soldiers to escort the Wanfu caravan.

As for himself, he returned to Jinsha City with the remaining Qingjia Army.

These 1,500 Qingjia troops are said to be escorts, but in fact they are also a layer of insurance.

If this Wanfu Chamber of Commerce dares to make any changes.

Qin Ming had already told Guan Yu privately.

If Zhao Dafu dares to do other things, such as making money and running away.

Just kill first and play later!

This Guan Yu was summoned by the system, and Qin Ming was not worried that he would have second thoughts.

As for whether Zhao Dafu can sell the pure rice and fine salt.

Qin Ming is even less worried.

That precious rice and fine salt are both scarce goods in this world!

Moreover, the goods produced by the system must be of high quality!

Especially the fine salt, which is hard to find!

What's more, Zhao Dafu is a qualified businessman. It is definitely not difficult to sell these at a good price.

All that's left to do is wait.

Waiting for Zhao Dafu to bring him good news.

Trade is one thing. Jinsha City in Qin and Ming Dynasty also needs to cultivate fields to see if it can become self-sufficient!

When Qin Ming rushed back to Jinsha City.

Inside Heifeng Village outside Yan'an City.

There are many bandits in Heifeng Village.

If Qin Ming were here, he would be secretly shocked when he saw the scene in Black Wind Stronghold.

How can you tell that this Heifeng Village is a bandit den?

Build neat buildings, heavily guarded towers, and spiked fences...

This is better than the Jinsha City that Qin Ming came to before!

The Black Wind Village is full of gangsters roaming around, drinking and reveling wantonly.

In a spacious lobby, minions gathered around the table and shouted.

But few people dared to approach the table deep in the lobby.

The people sitting in front of the table were the leaders of the Black Wind Village!

At this moment, an anxious call came from outside the lobby.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people hurriedly ran into the lobby.

"Oh no!"

"Master Nie and Master Zhao are back!"

Someone at the wine table said impatiently.

"What? Wouldn't it be nice to come back?"

The guy looked panicked and quickly explained.

"No, the second boss, Mr. Nie and others...them!"

"What are you talking about? If you fart, hurry up!"

The other person was also a little impatient and shouted sharply.

The guy finally said it.

"Master Nie and the others seem to have encountered a tough situation! They have lost many brothers!"

"What?"

The lobby quickly became quiet.

The younger brothers who were originally drinking and having fun now realized the seriousness of the matter and became serious.

One by one shouted.

"Who is it? Dare to provoke our Black Wind Village?"

"Are you seeking death? Master, as long as you give the order, we will rush over and kill him!"

The noisy sound quickly made the person at the table frown.

He shouted coldly, "Shut up!"

The lobby quickly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, their eyes fervent and fearful.

The man next to him also looked over, "Boss, what do you think we should do?"

Obviously, he is the head of Heifeng Village, He Zhiyi!

The leader looked around for a week, but did not see Nie Hailong and others, and his brows furrowed into a black line.

"Where are they?"

"Master Nie and the others are waiting outside..."

The boss, He Zhiyi, snorted coldly.

He got up and walked out of the lobby, and soon saw Nie Hailong and others.

Behind Nie Hailong and Zhao Wan are brothers supporting each other.

In order to escape from the hands of the Qingjia Army.

They also paid a heavy price.

It's better to be injured a little.

Many people died directly!

Most of the surviving gangsters were wounded, and their cries of mourning were everywhere.

The relaxed atmosphere in Heifeng Village quickly changed.

The leader, He Zhiyi, slowly came to them.

He looked at the two of them.

On Nie Hailong's neck, blood slowly flowed from a shallow wound.

That was the mark left when he tried his best to block Guan Yu's sword!

If Zhao Wan hadn't come to help, he might have died!

Although Zhao Wan was not injured, he still looked embarrassed.

Looking at He Zhiyi with a cold and ugly expression, both of them lowered their heads.

He Zhiyi glanced at the brothers behind them, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.

"I gave you eight hundred brothers, and this is how you repay me?"

Those who came back with Nie Hailong would not even have four hundred, let alone five hundred!

In other words, this time I went out and lost four hundred brothers!

There are many brothers in Heifeng Village, but losing so many people at once is a big loss to the entire Heifeng Village!

How could He Zhiyi not be angry?

Nie Hailong didn't speak, but the horse thief brother who followed him couldn't help but explain.

"It's not Mr. Nie's fault, we didn't expect..."

He Zhiyi's eyes became colder and colder.

Before he could say anything.

Nie Hailong was the first to take the lead and slapped the boy next to him so hard that he fell to the ground.

The younger brother was still a little confused.

"Master Nie?"

Nie Hailong said angrily, "Do you have the right to speak for the boss?"

The younger brother covered his face and dared not speak.

Nie Hailong turned to look at He Zhiyi and lowered his head.

"Master, I'm in trouble this time, I admit it!"

He Zhiyi's expression didn't change much.

Respond calmly.

"Um."

"Is that all you want to say?"

Nie Hailong raised his head, his eyes unwilling.

"We never thought of that!"

"The target we hit this time is actually a prince from the Great Yan Dynasty!"