Chapter 263: Gathering of Heroes

Around the market at night, 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 carrying goods and loading trucks.

Zhao Changhe looked at it from a distance and always remembered the scenes of some ports and terminals, which were really gathering places for business and trade.

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 out. It would be a headache if it really got into 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 seems to have been delivered directly by the Hu merchant in the market. You can still vaguely hear the Hu merchant's dissatisfied complaints: "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?”

Someone who seemed to be in charge was apologizing: "Old Master Qiao brought the young master into the market, but he was beaten while eating at Sanniang's place..."

"How dare Mr. Qiao dare to offend 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 pinched his arms and grinned: "This is too scary..."

Hu Shang also took a breath of cold air: "What kind of god 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. Anyway, the War Lion Tribe is now crossing the river with the Clay 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 sentences.

Sure enough, 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, and it may easily escape, and it may backfire. I'm afraid, except for Commander Wu, the general forces don't dare to take it easily. Not only can you not bid for it, but It’s possible that Commander Wu lowered the price.”

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 masters of the sixth level. They can run faster than a horse with their Qinggong skills, and their endurance is no worse than that of 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 knife.

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 were cut off, and people might still be able to find them. Killed by them to avoid trouble.

But Zhao Changhe didn't feel relaxed at all 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 they risk their lives to conduct reconnaissance! Not for traveling!

Who are they protecting when they resist 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.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, they are all still alive and undisabled, and they are still six 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. Our batch of food is going 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. I will sell this lot directly. Don't go and take pictures. Listen to my advice. It's not cost-effective... Commander Wu may have to give it away if he wants you to give it away for free." "

The steward said: "I have no right 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.

There are too many people here to save anyone, and the slightest movement will definitely cause the entire caravan of thousands to surround them, and even if they are rescued by force, they will not be able to escape. This shows the inconvenience of being alone. As long as there is a partner who makes some noise on the other side, you can operate here...

Are you going to find some help, such as paying Sanniang to do a favor? Will she be willing?

While he was thinking about it, a loud noise suddenly came from in front of the camp gate: "Where is the drunkard from? Come on!"

A somewhat familiar voice said drunkenly: "Damn~ What's wrong with the master having no money? Where is your Orchid? Come out and dance!"

Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up.

Situ laughed!

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 brothel you want is at the other end! I still want to go!"

"Not Orchid Camp? I don't believe it! I think you look like a chicken..."

"Go away, you drunkard!"

The commotion started at the gate of the village. 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 taking orders, Mr. Qiao said to Hu Shang: "Brother is 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 for several times. The hour is motionless.

Apart from the top assassins in Tingxue Tower, the only people who can do such a thing are those who make a living as bounty hunters...

Han Wubing!

At this time of trouble at the village gate and a rare opportunity, Han Wubing, who had been lurking for a long time, took action and assassinated Qiao Er!

To Han Wubing's expectation, Qiao Er's skills were average and he had a broken hand. The sword he thought would kill him was blocked by someone.

There was a "clang" sound, and it was Hu Shang holding a scimitar in his hand, who deflected Han Wubing's killing sword. Han Wubing passed by, 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 bearings this time." Han Wubing thought to himself. He didn't have time to make up for Qiao Er's sword and quickly 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 there in a daze! I'll stop the people in front of him!"

Countless crowds of people rushed towards Han Wubing. In the dark night, Han Wubing looked like a ghost. Blood sprayed everywhere he passed, and he rushed out of the village with blood and screams.

Situ Xiao, who was making trouble at the gate of the village, made everyone dumbfounded.

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 things started to break out, someone inside assassinated him in advance.

This is a good man.

Faced with the expressions of the guards at the village gate 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 village gates, tents, carts and spice 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 someone.

"Bang!" When he finally opened the more than a dozen carriages, they were all empty. It seemed that several people were sleeping inside. Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up. He was about to get in the car when he suddenly felt a chill on the side of his neck.

Zhao Changhe instinctively dodged, but found that the opponent's sword style was mysterious and abnormal. 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 truck contains food and fodder? Take me to get it... Hey, your sword..."

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?"

Yue Hongling's eyes widened.