Chapter 347 Trailing

January twenty-three.

Yeyue, slightly cool.

Compared to the icy and snowy imperial city, Tan Bin only felt a little cooler in the middle of the night, and he couldn't sit too close to the fire after lighting it up, as it would be too hot.

The south is good, and it is good all year round. Many people who have never been to the north probably don't even know what chilblain is. If it was in the north at this time, people could easily freeze to death in the wild.

Three days ago, Tan Bin and two companions unexpectedly killed three killers of the slave team, tied up the old mouse who twittered all the way and claimed to be a live map, and then rushed all the way to the southeast.

It's easy to throw off a slave caravan. After all, it is not a formal army, and the manpower is also temporarily recruited. After signing the life and death certificate, there will be a few fewer people when they come out? As long as there is no major danger around, the caravan will not wander around in search of a few missing scouts.

After opening the distance, Tan Bin and the others officially entered the task state.

"Boss, you should be able to reach Wuhu Lake tomorrow. Shall we go around or take a look?" The map is an old version of the military-level topographic map kept in Xuanqingwei, and the general direction on it is correct. These two days have been filled with the new map of the old mouse belt, which is basically very comprehensive.

And Wuhu Lake is a large lake with a radius of tens of miles, and it is also an important supply point for slave caravans. There are personnel stationed there all year round, and there are people from various slave trade associations.

Tan Bin turned his head to look at the map handed over by his companion. He was still holding a meatloaf skewered on a wooden stick and roasting it by the fire, trying to soften it. This is their ration. Before, it was uniformly packed in a small storage bag, and the access could be activated by pan-spirit stones. And the storage bag has been hidden in Tan Bin's close-fitting clothes.

He stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of cake down and threw it into his mouth. When it softened, he called his companions to eat. Turning to look at the old mouse who was still tied up beside the fire: "Old mouse, how many people are still in Wuhu?"

While talking, Tan Bin took out the kettle, fed a piece of roasted soft meatloaf to the old mouse, and then gave the old mouse a sip of water.

The old mouse, who had been hungry for a day, regained his energy after being fed a few big mouthfuls of food and drink, and replied: "Generally, there are about fifty people stationed at Wuhu Lake, mainly responsible for guarding the luggage. Counting the staff of other chambers of commerce, there are At least three hundred people."

Three hundred people?

"Three hundred people are not many, haven't they been looted by barbarians?"

"There used to be, but it has disappeared in recent years. Otherwise, there would not be so few people staying here. A few years ago, there were thousands of people in Wuhu Lake all year round."

"Why haven't the barbarians come up with the idea of ​​attacking Wuhu in recent years? Aren't they short of food? Or are the barbarians too cowardly to deal with hundreds of people?"

The old mouse shook his head: "I don't know about that. Anyway, I haven't encountered barbarians attacking Wuhu Lake after eating this bowl of rice." After a pause, the old mouse begged for mercy: "Brother Liu, you let me go Okay? I gave you all the maps, where do you want to go? Why do you have to tie me up? I swear I won’t reveal your whereabouts, okay?”

Tan Bin smiled and said, "Dead people have the tightest mouths, do you want to try?"

"Brother Liu, what are you doing?!" The old mouse was extremely depressed. After the initial panic, he really couldn't figure out what the three of Tan Bin were going to do. It doesn't look like money. But what's the point of coming to this place where the birds don't shit?

"Have you ever heard a word?" After Tan Bin finished feeding the old mouse, he began to tear up the meatloaf and stuff it into his mouth, sitting next to the old mouse.

"What words?"

"The more you know, the faster you die."

"." The old mouse stopped talking. He didn't doubt the other party's cruelty. It was really like what was said in that sentence. It's better to know less. Only then will it be possible to live. The more he knows, the more he will be killed by a single "unavoidable leak".

Tan Bin smiled and didn't talk to the old mouse anymore.

Suddenly there was silence around the campfire.

Early the next morning, I set off again, but did not choose to go to Wuhu Lake, but continued to go southeast after a slight detour, towards Baitou Gorge.

On January 29, Tan Bin once again saw the barbarian tribe. And there were more people than he had seen along the way before.

"Are they... migrating?"

Tan Bin and a companion were lying on a hill, using a weapon to probe the ball to observe a dark crowd in the distance.

It is conservatively estimated that there are no less than 5,000 people in the distance, and there are some livestock, chariots and horses inside. Many people are carrying big bags and small bags on their backs. It really looks like they are relocating with their families.

But soon Tan Bin discovered something strange through scouting: "No. This is not migration. Did you see that there is not only one ethnic group among these people, but several barbarian races mixed together. Well, there are cat clan, monkey clan, The sheep family. The wolf cavalry outside also seemed to be not just on guard, but watching.

This is population robbery, right? "

It wasn't until the group of barbarians left that Tan Bin put away the magic weapon.

Not migration but looting.

I feel sorry for the slave caravan. They are still looking for prey. Unexpectedly, the barbarians here are plundering their own population.

"It looks like it's going to Baitou Gorge. Boss, shall we follow?"

"Follow!"

Tan Bin made a decisive decision and chose to follow these barbarians far away.

The purpose of coming here is to investigate the situation of the barbarians. It may be more efficient to follow behind than they are running around like headless chickens.

It's just that the old mouse suffers. In order not to let the old mouse make a sound, even his mouth was blocked.

The other people were all covered with ointment to cover up the smell, even the horses. These are the usual tricks of the slave trade association taught by the old mouse. Otherwise, the human race would not be able to smell it from a distance, but the barbarian's nose might not be able to smell it.

The three were divided into two teams, the front and the back. The front team used the detection ball to monitor the movement of the barbarian army from a long distance, and the rear team was hanging from a distance, responsible for holding the formation and taking care of the old rats who were tied up.

At night, I didn't dare to rekindle the fire, so I could only chew cold pancakes.

"Boss, I have an idea."

"explain."

"The wolf clan is obviously the leader among the barbarians in front. I saw that they will have a team of rangers cruising outside today. Can we set up a trap to catch one or two wolf clans to use as tongues?"

When Tan Bin heard it, he felt that it should not be said, this would indeed achieve the purpose of investigation in the most direct way. However, relative to the possible benefits, the risks are also huge.

"Those wolf riders are just a bit stronger during the day, they don't look like monks. And we still have a lot of talismans and scriptures in our hands, so there is still a chance. Boss, let's try!"

Tan Bin walked back and forth to weigh the pros and cons, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation to get a lot of information directly, so he agreed to the suggestion. But the method has to think carefully.