Seeing these three people walking together, Qin Changfeng felt a chill in his heart.
Could it be that the leader of this big-trousers tribe is also in the same group as Shama Zhuoyi?
If this is the case, things will go beyond Young Master's expectation.
In other words, the tens of thousands of Liangzhou troops are now surrounded by enemies.
Taking advantage of the carriage's temporary departure, Qin Changfeng seized the opportunity to roll on the ground and cling to the high wall.
"Who?"
At this moment, there was a loud shout from the watchtower not far away.
Qin Changfeng lowered his body and held the dagger tightly.
Although he didn't know why he was exposed, he was still ready to fight.
"What's the ghost's name? It's me!"
Fortunately, at this time, a guy who sounded drunk walked over while hiccupping.
"Bah! Are you drinking again? Why did you come to change your shift? I will be later tomorrow too!"
The drunk guy was mumbling.
The two people who were changing shifts explained something to each other. Specifically, who was coming, a few big shots, please pay more attention to safety and so on.
Qin Changfeng, an expert in martial arts, was brave enough to follow the man under the cover of night. Before he was about to enter the door, he stretched out his hand and pinched his neck. The man had already passed out. Before he fell, Qin Changfeng helped him.
Come on, all this happened in a blink of an eye, and no one noticed it at all.
A few minutes later.
Qin Changfeng put on ethnic minority clothing and smeared his face with dirt nearby to make it dark.
Then he carefully walked around the farm.
The farm is really big.
But what frightened Qin Changfeng even more was not the huge poppy cultivation base that stretched as far as the eye could see.
But...
He saw a regular military camp on this farm! This made his hair stand on end.
He has been on the battlefield for a long time. Just by looking at the play, he can tell the size of this military camp, which can house at least 50,000 troops!
fifty thousand!
This is not a minority in the Liangshan area at this time! It is a powerful force that can definitely destroy the balance. According to Liu Zheng's estimate, there are 50,000 Liangzhou troops and 100,000 small trousers tribe, which is 150,000.
Because of his prediction, the Zhongtongjie tribe should not have many troops due to the consumption of poppies...
Who would have thought that there are fifty thousand soldiers hidden here!
Where did these fifty thousand soldiers come from?
Qin Changfeng was anxious and wanted to find the three people who came in just now.
"You, come here!"
At this moment, there was another sound from behind.
Once again, Qin Changfeng was about to pull out the dagger.
"Quickly, send this wine to the leader. The leader can't wait!"
Qin Changfeng had learned a lot of Yi dialect from Pei Yanran these days. When he heard this, he nodded quickly, picked up the jar of wine and ran in one direction.
"Are you stupid? Isn't it closer over there? If you have to go around far, you are really Naxi's pig head!"
This statement caused many people behind to burst into laughter.
Qin Changfeng said thank you in his heart!
The clothes he was wearing at this time were from the Naxi ethnic group.
Then he changed direction and ran to the place pointed by the man. Sure enough, after running for a while, a magnificent attic appeared over there. By this time, it was already bustling there.
"After taking so long to get it, how can this little wine be enough?"
Soon a servant came to take over the jar of wine.
How could Qin Changfeng leave?
After going around in a circle, he found a corner downstairs, put all his effort into it, and soon climbed to the side of the bamboo pavilion. He knocked the guard on the neck before he could speak, and the latter fainted and cowered again.
corner.
He pretended to be alert, but his ears were perked up, listening to the conversation in the attic.
"Hahahaha, it's really good luck this time! The old god..."
"I told you, I am no longer the old god on the mountain!"