Chapter 2367 Arrangement

Wang Yan felt that the city should be searched for a while, so he took his people out to look for work as usual.

In the small market by the city gate, Wang Yan and others, who had become familiar faces, were watching a group of businessmen fighting, but the sergeants nearby ignored them and even gathered together to watch the fun, pointing from time to time.

The atmosphere was very relaxed, and it didn't look like he had just been assassinated by two important ministers.

The businessmen were fighting, so there was no work to do.

Wang Yan and several of his men squatted beside them, talking in low voices.

"It seems that Miergan didn't take it seriously!"

"It's not that he didn't take it seriously. He is afraid that he believed it was an internal assassination. This will make him nervous and worried that he will also become a target of others. So at present, his energy should be inside Hallie."

Wang Yan didn't expect that Black Thorn's actions would actually disrupt Hallie's internal affairs, which was considered a great achievement.

Xiao Guwei was holding a sharp-edged stone and scribbling on the ground. But if someone with an impression of city defense squatted down and looked carefully, it wouldn't take long to realize that it was a map.

He clicked on all six city gates, and finally hit it hard on the city gate leading to the Ming Dynasty.

He lowered his head and whispered: "The first is the war horses, at least three hundred, with some water and dry food on them, no need for more, just two or three days."

Wang Yan said: "They have already made arrangements."

The businessmen over there had almost finished their fight over market share. Several of them came out with blood on their faces, shouting, and threatened to burn down the residences of those who had injured them.

So a group of people turned from fighting to quarreling, making noise like women.

Chen Deng glanced at the other side of the city gate, exhaled heavily, and said, "It's difficult. If something goes wrong on either side, we won't be able to survive."

The danger of rescuing more than a hundred people is self-evident. If anything goes wrong in any link, we will immediately be surrounded and trapped in a desperate situation.

Wang Yan didn't want to affect morale, so he said: "Chen Deng will leave immediately."

This was decided yesterday. Chen Deng stretched out his feet to mess up the lines on the ground and whispered: "Sir, take care of yourself."

Wang Yan said softly: "Remember, ten days. I'll leave immediately if it doesn't take ten days."

Chen Deng nodded, and Xiao Guwei stood up and kicked him to the ground.

The two immediately started fighting, and then Wang Yan went to break up the fight. Finally, Chen Deng was kicked out of the small group.

He squatted alone by the side, waiting for a businessman to negotiate a deal, then he went over and wanted to take the job with a flattering smile, but Xiao Guwei and his men drove him away.

More and more people were coming in and out of the city. Chen Deng, who couldn't find anyone alive, picked out the bloody scab at the corner of his mouth and left the city alone.

This means killing them all. Chen Deng must leave the city. Outside, he can wait for the caravan leaving the city to find work, that is, follow the caravan on the road.

There are many such things, and the soldiers guarding the city don't want to care about them at all.

…

Ever since that day when he was forced to eat chewed tendons, Ma Song became a little nervous.

He began to like staring at the necks of the Halet men and talking to himself.

"...I will kill you, let you eat my shit, and let you eat my shit for generations to come."

He just muttered like this, his eyes blank.

Zhao Xing got closer and heard what he was talking about and tried to persuade him, but it was of no use.

This is not the first prisoner of war with mental problems. According to past examples, Masson will become more and more crazy. In the end, he will actively attack the Harlequins and then be executed in public.

He could only smile bitterly and lower his head.

…

Wang Yan and the others received a job and helped a businessman carry goods to the truck.

There are a total of eleven carts of goods, and the reward is enough to keep them fed for a day. If they are willing, they can also secretly buy a small jar of wine from the merchants.

There were more than twenty sergeants at the city gate watching the people and vehicles going in and out.

This is the conclusion reached after observing for a long time, and there is no deviation.

There are about a hundred people on the city top here. These people are scattered on the long city top, looking sparse.

There were about two thousand people guarding the entire city of Samarkand.

But this is just a warning. With the rangers and scouts on the outside, this place is as stable as a mountain.

There are still many troops in the city, but their goal is to keep an eye on the palace and protect the leader of the country, Meergan.

Wang Yan once again confirmed the defensive strength at the city gate as usual, and then led his people back.

When passing the abandoned house last night, there were some traces of new soil covering the ground. But even so, the unique fishy smell of blood can still be smelled.

But no one will care about this. The troubled times have just ended, and the people have long been accustomed to this smell.

Wang Yan suddenly stared at the ground in front of him, then got up and went to the right.

There was a line rich man on the ground that looked like a child's graffiti. Xiao Guwei also saw it and took a few sergeants to monitor the surroundings.

This scene that looked like smuggling could scare the courage of ordinary people, but Xiao Guwei just whistled and stopped two men passing by.

"Don't seek death!"

His vicious look was very much like Qingpi's, and his right hand cooperated by touching the lower back.

The two men retreated to the side with panic on their faces, secretly glad that they didn't hit something that would silence them.

And Wang Yan had already entered an abandoned mud house.

There was a smell of urine in the mud house. It was very smelly. I didn't know if it was from humans or animals.

"Sir, the caravan is ready."

A short man stood in the corner. Most people would ignore him at first glance.

Wang Yan asked, "Is the guard at the city gate okay?"

The short man said, "Sir, I gave him ten taels of silver as a reward. He said he would check when we leave the city. If there are only twenty long swords, it will be fine."

"This is considered to be alerting the enemy. If we have been targeted, then they will wait until all our people show up before taking action, so we must keep a close eye on the number of people at the city gate."

...

The area around Samarkand is considered a safe area. Herders can even stay outside at night without worrying about being robbed by horse thieves.

In the early morning, many caravans have gathered at the city gate. They will go east and trade with those tribes along the way.

There are also several caravans waiting to enter the city outside. One of the caravans is very large, with only more than 20 people, but they bring more than 300 good horses to sell.

The general on the top of the city just changed shifts. He looked at the cavalry outside the city and said, "We are not short of war horses, but good horses. These merchants are well-informed. It seems that we can make a lot of money again."

A subordinate next to him said greedily, "Sir, can you get one?"

The general shook his head and said cautiously, "Recently, those ministers have been assassinating each other. The king is very angry. Don't do it at this time. When the time comes, mention it. Those merchants are smart people and will give benefits."

He yawned and asked, "Where are the sweepers?"

Every day, I am used to someone sweeping the floor at the same time. If I don't see it for a while, I will feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sir, they are coming."

The general turned around and saw that more than a hundred Ming army captives were walking up to the top of the city. He smiled and said, "Today, there is a lack of lamb legs, otherwise I would be happy to give them some delicious tendons to eat."

"Open the city gate!"

The time came and the city gate slowly opened.

According to the rules, the caravans in the city must go out first, and those outside the city can only enter the city after the caravans inside have left.

The merchants outside the city had no choice but to ask people to drive the horses to the city gate. The temperature was a little low, and the guys paced around the horse team from time to time.

The purple light in the east had dissipated, and Samarkand began to wake up.

Meiergan also woke up. He dressed neatly and ate breakfast slowly.

"Still haven't found out?"

He was drinking tea, and his brain had started to work. The arrangements for the whole day were slowly filtered, looking for mistakes.

A man who looked like a butler stood by and bowed slightly and said, "King, there is still no news."

Meiergan took a sip of tea, and there was a little more gloom between his brows. He continued to ask, "What are those people doing?"

The man said, "They are all a little silent. There was no singing and dancing last night."

"Singing and dancing?"

Meiergan said coldly, "What Hali needs is a warrior, and women will only make the warriors soft-boned!"

The man stepped back awkwardly. This topic was not something he could get involved in.

Miergan drank the tea, got up and walked out of the palace where he lived, looked at the rising sun in the distance and said: "Ha Lie is as vibrant as the sun, and meat fans are nothing. We will become stronger. As for the Ming people... they are out of reach, and can only watch us become stronger and stronger. "

The sun shines on the palace, which looks more glorious.

Set a small goal first, such as remembering in 1 second: Shukeju mobile version reading website:

Please remember the domain name of the first release of this book:. Shuquge_mobile version reading website: