In Sha Town, there is a kind of people who work for others by collecting money. Most of them are veterans of the battlefield or criminals assigned to them. Everyone is a desperado, and they will take risks for money.

These people are called mercenaries. As long as they are given money, they dare to rush to the front even if they want to conquer a city.

The reward of 20,000 taels of silver is definitely a sky-high price, enough for the mercenaries to work hard.

The leader of the mercenary was a lame man, carrying a short sword. He was not a good-looking man, and he had a gaping grin.

"Twenty thousand taels is not a small amount. It's empty talk. Sir, do you want to give me a banknote or create a written receipt?"

Hua Yazi's voice was like two stones rubbing against each other, hoarse and unpleasant.

Feng Hai was overjoyed when he saw someone willing to take action, and said: "Get a pen and paper! Let's make a written statement! My Feng family has always spent a lot of money, and I will never owe anyone money! If you still don't believe me, let Han Song testify!"

Hua Yazi said nothing, looking at Han Song.

Hansong knew that he had to offend someone today, so he pondered for a moment and nodded: "Feng Mansion is the richest man in Changsong City. How can we not keep his word with only 20,000 silver dollars? I will be the witness."

After hearing this, Huo Yazi smiled and said: "Of course we can trust Boss Han when he says it, so we don't need any written evidence. We can't read anyway."

After saying that, Huoyazi turned to Chiwu, clasped his fists, and said: "Master Chiwu, let me give you something to eat. Is this going to end?"

Chiwu smiled, an ugly and sinister smile, and said: "You said we'd get married, why do you, Lao He, have such a big reputation in Sha Town?"

The lame man named Lao He bared his teeth and said: "My face, Lao He, is not valuable, but brothers have to eat. Even though the tiger is fierce, it must leave some bones for the wolves nearby."

The crowd was restless, dozens more people came out, and the number of mercenaries gathered around Laohe reached a hundred.

Although there are many mercenaries on the mercenary side, the only one with cultivation level is their leader Lao He. He is lame and his strength is greatly reduced.

Yunji drank tea and watched the excitement, while Sabao on the side was responsible for explaining.

"Lao He was once a captain of thousands, and he was very brave with a short sword. He broke his leg in a battle. Later he left the army and returned home to retire. With his military salary and military exploits, he earned enough money for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, he fought for others when they were wronged.

The city lord was killed, and he was wanted by the city lord's mansion, so he fled to Sand Town and became a mercenary leader."

Ma Dao had just finished speaking when he heard Chi Wu burst into laughter: "Wolves? Hahaha! A group of local dogs actually think they are wolves, Lao He, you think too highly of yourself."

Following Chiwu's laughter, the rest of the Tengshe Tribe barbarians laughed strangely, looking at the mercenaries with complete contempt and disdain.

The mercenaries in Sand Town did have some experience and had guarded many large caravans in and out of the desert, but these more than a hundred or so mercenaries were really not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Soaring Snake Tribe, the kind who could be trampled to death with one kick.

Some mercenaries couldn't stand being scolded as local dogs, especially a few fierce desperadoes. They raised their swords to attack Chiwu, but Lao He raised his hand to stop him.

There are more than a hundred mercenaries, and they will never be able to defeat the Soaring Snake Tribe in Sand Town.

At this time, someone else walked out of the crowd.

This man is thin, with triangular eyes, and his voice is calm: "The native dogs are not as good as the wolves, but they are better than the numbers. If the dog pack becomes a climate, the tigers and wolves will also have to retreat, right? Twenty thousand taels of silver seems to you Laohe

If you can’t eat it, why not join forces with our caravan?”

Caravans are for transporting goods, but the guys who call themselves caravans do not transport goods, but are real horse bandits.

Ma Dao straightened his body, sitting a little uncomfortable, and said in a fearful tone: "Luo San, everyone calls him Brother Luo San, a real qi practitioner, the largest horse bandit leader around Sha Town, he kills people without batting an eye, and he has

He has at least hundreds of lives, he is a good man, and he likes young people with good features and good looks..."

Ma Dao wanted to add that Boss Yun should be careful, but he swallowed it.

The guy who can chase away monsters is probably three points better than Brother Luo San.

Seeing Luo San also come forward, Chiwu's face darkened, and the mercenary Lao He grinned and said: "Okay! Since Brother Luo San is also interested, let's add two to one and make five, one person and ten thousand taels."

"Deal." Luo San took out a folding fan and said politely: "Lord Chiwu, please give me some face. We will protect this person."

With a roar, hundreds of horse bandits with swords slung across their bodies squeezed out of the crowd and stood behind Luo San. Including the mercenaries, there were four to five hundred people.

There were not many barbarians from the Tengshe Tribe, only about a hundred or so, and they were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Han Song from the Chamber of Commerce also took the opportunity to take a few steps forward and said: "Everything is in harmony. Sir Chiwu calms down. Let's forget about this matter. I will hold a banquet immediately to apologize to Lord Chiwu on Feng Hai's behalf."

As a merchant of the Tianmang Chamber of Commerce stationed in Sha Town, Han Song also has more than 200 people under his command, all of whom are Lianjiazi.

At this point, the three forces of mercenaries, horse bandits, chamber of commerce, and Sha Town have united to compete with the Soaring Snake Tribe.

The momentum of the joint efforts of Luo San and others was indeed astonishing. With so many people fighting desperately, even the border troops who were good at fighting had to weigh their concerns.

However, in Chiwu's eyes, people like Luo San are still a bunch of rabble.

Chiwu An sat on the big chair and said coldly: "No matter how many local dogs there are, they are still dogs. They will disperse if they are coaxed. I, Chiwu, keep my word, come on, light the fire! I will see whoever dares to stop, whoever stops will be the same as the Xiong tribe."

Be against."

There are not many grassland people in Sand Town, but there are countless barbarians on the grassland behind the desert. If they really want to have a big enemy with the grassland people, not to mention a sand town, even the important border town of Wu Kingdom may be destroyed.

Chiwu's toughness made Luo San and Lao He hesitate.

As soon as they hesitated, Han Songhan from the Chamber of Commerce came down. Feng Hai might not be able to escape death today.

The strong man on the grassland holding the torch agreed angrily, swung the torch and smashed it at the dead branches and wood under the cauldron. He poured oil on the firewood and set it on fire.

Feng Hai's face in the cauldron was ashen.

Twenty thousand taels of silver could not buy his life.

"Spiritual stones! Twenty thousand taels of silver plus two spiritual stones! Whoever can save me belongs to whomever!"

Feng Hai shouted for help. This time he spent all his money. Twenty thousand taels of silver was already a sky-high price, and the price of the spirit stone was even higher than ten thousand taels of silver.

Spirit stones are a common currency among practitioners. They contain pure spiritual energy from heaven and earth, which can be used to absorb and cultivate, and can also be used to create magic circles and magic weapons. They are usually mined from rare spiritual veins and are of extraordinary value.

Under normal circumstances, one spiritual stone can be exchanged for a thousand gold, that is, one spiritual stone can be exchanged for at least ten thousand taels of silver. However, most of them are priceless and there are very few practitioners who sell spiritual stones for gold and silver.

Feng Hai has a strong family background, so it is not surprising that he has spiritual stones. The reward for taking out two spiritual stones is already his limit. If he cannot save himself at such a sky-high price, he can only wait to die today.

Others were surprised, but the strong man on the prairie holding the torch ignored him, and the torch-bearer went straight to the firewood pile.

Just when the flame and the wood were about to come into contact, a strange gust of wind suddenly blew. Although the torch hit the wood, the flame on the torch was completely extinguished.
Chapter completed!