Xiaobai and the caravan envoy just looked at each other with smiles, no one said anything, they were all waiting for the other to speak. A drop of cold sweat fell on Sanbanghanon's head. The atmosphere was really awkward, everyone was getting along so "happily"
Is it really good that we can’t each take a step back?
Sanbang Hanon was still very grateful to the cavalry envoys. Not only the cavalry envoys could think of the use of bows and arrows, but anyone who watched this battle, who was a fool, could naturally see that they all wanted bows and arrows.
Bows and arrows are indeed simple things. The principle is simple, the production is simple, and the use is simple.
But those are just low-level goods. In fact, the simpler things are, the more difficult they are. Sanbang Hanon and the horse gang messengers have seen the world and naturally know this truth, so they hope that the Red Mane Horse Tribe will take the initiative to donate bows and arrows.
Although this hope is really low, how will you know if you don’t try it.
Just when Xiaobai and the caravan envoy were in a stalemate, the curtain of the tent suddenly opened and a group of people walked in.
The leader is Red Mane Yang Lie, who is the winner of this battle. Behind him is Bone Hoof Changcao, and behind him are Murgan and several warriors from the Bone Hoof Horse Tribe.
"..." The red-maned Yanglie felt that the atmosphere was not right when he entered the tent. He looked at Sanbang Hanon and the caravan envoy who were facing him, then at Xiaobai, hesitatingly asked: "Um, am I here?"
when?"
"Come and sit." Xiaobai laughed and pointed to his side.
Only then did the red-maned Yanglie come to sit down next to Xiaobai, and Murgan sat next to him.
Bone Hoof Changcao looked at the caravan messenger with confusion, then walked to sit behind the empty table.
"Food, more food." Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down, Sampong Hanon breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly outside.
Because of the participation of Red Mane Yanglie and Bone Hoof Changcao, the atmosphere became lively again, and the food was served quickly. A young girl dragged a plate of various food into the tent and carefully placed the tray on the table.
, leave quickly.
It didn’t take much effort, and every table was filled with things.
Red-maned Yanglie and Bonehoof Changcao had a great fight. Both sides were hungry, and their stomachs were empty. They didn't bother to chat, so they picked up the food and put it into their mouths, gobbling it down.
When they were almost done eating, Sanbang Hanon clapped his hands and said, "How about I put on some show for everyone to entertain you?"
He didn't ask anyone to prepare a show just now because he knew very well that Hongmane Yanglie and the others had just come off the battlefield, and they were bloody and smelly. They were still in the state of fighting, so it would be bad if something happened.
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Let them eat first to disperse the bloody smell and suppress the murderous intention.
"Uh-huh, okay." Red-maned Yanglie nodded repeatedly with food in his mouth.
The victors all expressed this, so naturally the people on the other side had nothing to say.
Sanbanghanon laughed and was about to ask someone to prepare, but the envoy from the caravan next to him stretched out his hand to stop him.
"What are you?" Sanbang Hanon asked the caravan envoy.
"I think we'd better get down to business and then go on the show." The caravan envoy said with a hypocritical smile.
"Business, what's business?" Hongman Yanglie put his finger in his mouth and asked, while giving Xiaobai a look.
Xiao Bai's eyebrows raised, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he did not answer Hongmane Yanglie.
"Messenger, this..." Sanbanghanon frowned. It is a good thing that the caravan envoy is willing to ask about bows and arrows, but this approach is a bit excessive and does not attract emotions. Asking at the first step is a bit unreasonable and unsophisticated.
"Red-maned Horseman Godot, I just want to ask you about bows and arrows." The horse gang messenger ignored Sanbang Hanon and said directly to Red-maned Yanglie.
"Bows and arrows? What happened to the bows and arrows?" Red-maned Yanglie raised his head and looked at the caravan messenger, then turned to look at Xiaobai: "Have you told him about the bows and arrows?"
"No." Xiaobai spread his hands, still cheerful.
Hearing Xiaobai's words, the red-maned Yanglie knew something was going on. He already knew roughly what was going on. It was simply that the horse gang envoys fell in love with weapons such as bows and arrows and asked them to donate them.
"Tell me, what do you want to know about bows and arrows?" Red-maned Yanglie leaned back, put his hands on the ground, and asked lazily.
Bonehoof Changcao also stopped eating and pricked up his ears, bow and arrow, this was a term he had never heard before, and he knew it was important without asking.
The tent suddenly became quiet, everyone stopped moving, it was quiet, and all eyes were focused on the caravan messenger.
"Hahaha... I'm just curious about how bows and arrows are used and how they are made." The caravan messenger laughed three times falsely, as if he asked inadvertently.
"Oh, just these two questions." Hongmane Yanglie suddenly relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, it's just two simple questions." The caravan envoy's eyes flashed.
"I won't tell you." Hongmane Yanglie said with a smile.
"Hey, what did you say?" The caravan envoy was stunned. He changed his mind very quickly. His tone just now clearly meant that he was going to say something, but why did he suddenly stop saying it? This was to force him to death.
The rhythm of the disease.
"Did you not hear clearly what I said? I won't tell you." Hongmane Yanglie straightened up and said again seriously.
"Are you kidding me?" the caravan messenger put away his fake smile and said with a cold face.
"Why did I just tease you? Does the law of the caravan stipulate that if you ask me, you must tell me, and if you and I want to make a method, I must tell you?" Red-maned Yanglie spread his hands, looking like a scoundrel.
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"Red-maned Horseman Godot, you should pay attention to your tone. I am the envoy of the caravan." The envoy of the caravan said with a cold expression.
"Oh, you are the envoy, so what?" Red-maned Yang Lie leaned forward, looked directly at the envoy of the caravan, and said slowly: "You are the envoy of the caravan, so I have to contribute my bow and arrows.
How to use it, how to make bows and arrows, you represent the caravan, but the law of the caravan says that you can run in front of me and snatch what belongs to me?"
Xiaobai glanced sideways at Hongmane Yanglie, feeling as if he didn't recognize this guy. He was not like this usually. Did he learn bad things from his own example?
"You..." The caravan messenger pointed at the red-maned Yang Lie.
"Messenger, I, Godot of the Red Mane Horse Tribe, bow and arrow, the treasure of our tribe, what tone of voice and what qualifications do you have for me to tell you about the treasure of the Red Mane Horse Tribe?" Red Mane Yanglie was completely confused at this time.
He lost his usual cheerful and carefree look and truly showed the aura that belongs to Godot.
"Okay, okay, don't be so stiff. The messenger is just curious." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Sanbang Hanon quickly ran out to smooth things over.