Zhao Changhe thought for a long time and decided to go to Huangshaji.
If this caravan has just left the target tribe, then it is possible to find out information about the missing team from them, but the probability of harvesting is greater than going to the heavily guarded tribe station.
Based on a comprehensive analysis of the conversations between Cui Yuanyong and these people, Huangshaji should be a trading center for all ethnic groups. If there is a core point in the grassland, this is it. Zhao Changhe also feels that his luck is weird. Since he has deviated to the north
, then it would be better to continue heading north, which is more intuitive.
As for these people... Zhao Changhe looked at the end of their team with cold eyes, secretly thinking that even if he did nothing else, being able to kill these people would be considered a great achievement. Or could he collect irrefutable evidence and submit it to Tang Wanzhuang?
I don't know what operations she can do.
He thought for a while, then applied some paint on his face to cover up the scars, and turned into a yellow-faced man again.
I lowered my head and looked at the horse again. I have been going straight to Yanmen these days and haven't washed the horse properly. The black horse hair has turned gray, and the horse's hooves are so gray that the white is no longer visible, which is a natural cover.
He deliberately waited a while longer, waiting until he was farther away from the caravan, then rode his horse in the direction of Huangshaji.
You are alone in a caravan of thousands of people. It is better not to risk your life and try to sneak in. But not everyone will meet you on the road. If you directly start to rob and kill people, you will not know how you will die. It is better to go straight to Huangshaji and Zhao Changhe
I don’t believe that the Demon Suppressing Division doesn’t have a dedicated person responsible for delivering information to Huangfu Yongxian.
…………
The Yellow Sands were gathered in the northwest, very far away. He was galloping alone on his horse. It took him two full days to see them from a distance. Zhao Changhe felt that he might even be ahead of the caravan.
Already.
The past two days were quite torture. Except for the caravan that night, not even a dog could be seen. There was a long sea of grass everywhere, as if I was sailing alone in the sea. It was vast at first, but it became lonely and depressing after a long time.
They all go crazy and want to shout.
After walking for a long time, the scenery changed slightly. It just changed from green grass to withered and yellow. There was less and less grass, and slowly it became entangled with yellow sand. Then it became more uncomfortable. It was better to look at the grass. Wu Zui also felt uncomfortable.
I had nothing to eat, so I lost my temper.
It shows that Cui Yuanyong is still very accurate. He, Zhao Changhe, looks like a lone traveler, but in fact he is not very used to being alone. It is extremely uncomfortable to ride alone on the grassland without even communicating with anyone, while Yue Hongling and Han Wubing may be
Very indifferent.
They were the type who could live a good life on their own without anyone talking to them. But Zhao Changhe couldn't. Seeing the sight of people in the distance, he was so moved that he burst into tears.
This is a very strange place. It is obviously deep outside the grassland, already in the yellow sand, but there is a clear spring in the sand. It reminds Zhao Changhe of Crescent Moon Spring in Mingsha Mountain. However, this is not the location of Crescent Moon Spring. The geographical location is right.
No. I don’t know if there is such a place in this world, or if it is a unique geography of this world.
In short, although there is water, the environment is poor and not suitable for ethnic groups to breed and herd. However, it is quite suitable as a temporary settlement. Over time, it evolved into a market where various ethnic groups come to trade with each other. Temur sent troops to manage and collect taxes. Among them, there are many
Some businessmen live here permanently, especially those who open inns and restaurants, which makes it very lively.
Naturally, the market has no walls or anything like that. I don't know where the army is stationed, but I do see a lot of caravans stationed outside, and some people are moving goods inside.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a wine flag next to it. I looked down and saw "Youjian Inn" written in multiple languages.
Zhao Changhe led his horse inside as if he had just seen home.
What was extremely in line with martial arts expectations was that in the inn there was indeed a charming and charming lady boss. Her neckline was so open that you could see the deep ravine and the two halves of the white ball. She swayed as she walked, as if she had just come out of the grassland desert.
The men's eyes were dizzy.
What's the name "Youjian Inn"? It would be better to call it "Longmen Inn"!
Uh, it seems it's full?
"Madam boss, why does your kumiss smell so bad?" a drinker shouted.
The whole room burst into laughter: "Doesn't the wine made by Sanniang have a filthy taste? This is the stinky taste we have. If it doesn't taste stinky, why don't we drink it?"
The bartender laughed and said, "I'm a very naughty person."
The landlady wasn't angry either, she smiled and said, "I peed in it when I was making wine. Yes, it's just your jar."
The landlady's eyes flashed: "I'll reward you with foot-washing water."
The previous drinker said: "I think this wine is not human urine but horse urine. Can the proprietress put some of her own water in to compensate?"
Everyone who was joking suddenly fell silent, looking at the man without speaking as if it was a miracle.
Everyone is joking, are you serious?
Teasing Sanniang in Huangshaji?
Zhao Changhe looked at the table of drinkers, but they were four big men with thick cheeks, slightly curly beards, high noses and deep eyes. Their Chinese was not very standard. They should all be visitors from the Western Regions.
Sanniang's smile did not change: "Hey, if I don't have water, what will the guests do? No money?"
The man said: "If the boss lady is willing to give you some juice, then you will have money, a lot of money!"
"Then I'll give it to you." Sanniang twisted her waist and walked over, got close to the big man, raised the wine glass on the table, and pretended to feed him.
The big man's eyes were filled with lust, but he suddenly froze there.
"Ding", the wine glass was crushed, and a fragment splashed out, piercing his throat and killing him on the spot.
Only then did his three companions react, and they stood up and drew their knives, but before they could pull out the knives, the wine glass fragments flew out in all directions, accurately scraping everyone's throat.
In just an instant, all the drinkers on the table died.
The landlady seemed like nothing had happened and she still smiled and said: "Someone comes here and collects their things and throws the bodies outside to feed the dogs."
Then a few waiters ran over to clean up the mess. The crowd of drinkers glanced at it and then looked away, as if the bloody murder here was really the killing of a few dogs.
Zhao Changhe remembered what Cui Yuanyong said, "The degree of mixture of fish and dragons is far greater than that of Jianhu City." Of course, it is far beyond that. Jianhu City is still under certain civilized regulations anyway, and this place is completely a chaotic place. Maybe internally
The various forces are still somewhat wary of each other. If a foreigner dares to act so carelessly here, he really doesn't know how he will die.
These four hooligans are just crazy. If a coquettish and charming landlady dares to show her face in such a place instead of being treated like a ball of flannel, she either has extraordinary strength or is backed by an extremely powerful force and is out of her mind.
Only then do you dare to really mess with it.
Zhao Changhe felt that this woman was the least powerful on the list of people. Maybe she was on the local list, but she would not be able to match the name of Sanniang for a while. In addition, he felt that she should be from the Central Plains, and people from the Central Plains could also thrive here.
Did it happen? At this time of fighting, what did Timur think?
Someone else continued to ask as if they were not afraid of death: "Sanniang, you've been keeping everyone's appetites like this for many years. It's not a pity to see people grow old. When will you do something serious?"
"Waiting for you to go to heaven." Sanniang started to laugh again, not caring about the ordinary teasing.
God, I don’t know whether it means death, or only people on the Tianbang who are qualified to covet it. She answered casually, her eyes had already fallen on Zhao Changhe at the door. This yellow-faced man had been standing there watching the show with his horse for a while.
Already.
She twisted her slender waist and smiled charmingly: "Originally there were no seats, so it was inconvenient to serve the guests, and I was neglecting the guests... Now there is a seat available, would you like to come in and have a few drinks? There is hot kumiss."
Zhao Changhe also laughed: "But I don't drink coquettishly."
"Yes." Zhao Changhe handed the reins to the waiter: "Does Sanniang have accommodation here? Or does it only have food?"
"Yes, guests want to stay?"
"Of course. Inexplicably, I feel that Sanniang is particularly safe here."
Sanniang immediately laughed: "Guests have discerning eyes."
As he spoke, he looked Zhao Changhe up and down again for a while, seemingly confused as to why a lone traveler appeared here, and he didn't see anything he had brought with him.
Looking at the broad sword on his back, I really don’t recognize it. The more places like this, the more people play with this kind of sword. The main weapons here are scimitars and this kind of heavy single sword, which can be said to be everywhere.
yes.
Seeing Zhao Changhe sit down, Sanniang personally served him wine and said with a smile: "Not only is there accommodation, but there is also a casino. How many hands do you want to play?"
Zhao Changhe was looking at the menu. Hearing this, his heart moved and he asked: "Is your casino... winning?"
"That's what I said." Sanniang's expression remained unchanged and she said with a smile, "Who goes to the casino not to win?"