Chapter 387: Smuggling Goods

The desert hills stretching to the horizon, the dull and bleak sky, a few lone goshawks soaring against the wind, emitting a few shrill and long calls from time to time...the scenery will always be the same, and the climate will always be bone-chilling. This is the front line!

There are no exquisite buildings in the south, no soft voices of people there, and no beautiful mountains and rivers... Maybe if there are southerners who really visit here, they will sigh at the solitary smoke outside the Great Wall. But people who have lived here for a long time will not have such leisurely elegance. What they see will always be weathered rocks, what they will smell is the cold wind mixed with the smell of blood, and they will also feel that it is easy to live and die, and the war is chaotic. cruel place...

In the morning, near the leeward corner of the city gate.

Tang En and the others, who had no mission for the time being, also followed the example of the soldiers here, leaning against the gray wall, raising their heads slightly, chatting for a while, and feeling the unusual winter light.

They have not been here long, and of course they have no sense of this or that. The reason why they maintain this attitude similar to that of a melancholic philosopher is simply to bask in the light and enjoy the quiet and lazy atmosphere.

A few days have passed since the chaos at the city gate, and the results have long been resolved. It was a certainty that the city guard captain was hacked to death, and Elt paid the price for it. But after all, it is still wrong to kill soldiers without permission. But after all, it was a war period, so he, the leader of the battalion, was not dismissed. Instead, he was fined for one year of military pay and recorded in the record. Now he can be regarded as having made meritorious service.

As for the remaining soldiers, they did not suffer the fate of beheading, but it was almost the same. They were assigned to the Single Sword Battalion of the first-line legion.

The so-called single-sword battalion is actually a military unit armed with a thin long sword. This type of unit has low defense and heavy casualties. It can be said that it is an out-and-out cannon fodder unit. This is not to say that this unit is unimportant. In fact, the size of this unit accounts for the vast majority of all legions. The reason for this is that they have a unique advantage, giving up heavy armor in exchange for high speed and high frequency of attacks. Of course, the results of close combat with barbarians are also conceivable. This is like a double-edged sword, hurting both the enemy and yourself.

As for the dozens of carts of goods, Erte probably had someone on his side find some connections, but they were returned intact to Frey and the others. The only slightly troublesome thing was that Tang En injured many people at the scene, and later I heard that there were even a few officers among them. Of course the injury was not serious, at most it was just a broken joint and a week of rest would be enough, but the bridge was indeed forged. The level officials have nothing to say about this. Of course, it is more likely that they are too shy to find an explanation. After all, no one died in the end, and both sides took action at that time. As a result, they were completely defeated, so naturally I am embarrassed to mention it again. However, when Tang En and the others come out now, some soldiers will point fingers at them, which makes them feel quite unhappy.

In the past few days, Tang En followed Frey's spear to break the camp on several missions, but the results were always a bit strange. The first time they went to a farm to rescue people, but by the time they arrived, the battle was over, leaving only a few corpses of soldiers and civilians and the farm in ruins... There's not much to say about this, the key point is In the following combat missions, when they arrived at combat locations said to be frequented by barbarians, they waited for a long time, but in the end they didn't even see a hair.

Originally they thought this was just a chance incident, but after hearing Bran soldiers chatting, they discovered that their situation was similar. As if overnight, the barbarians disappeared out of thin air. This situation is of course abnormal. The barbarians finally conquered this area of ​​several hundred kilometers, so naturally they cannot give it up easily.

The senior officials of the checkpoint attach great importance to this. In the past few days, they have often called together officers of all sizes to discuss, and the garrison on the city wall has also been strengthened a lot. Obviously, their ideas coincide with Frey's analysis - in the near future, the barbarians may make big moves!

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"Are you kidding? Of course it's my height..."

"You're just kidding. It's not like we didn't see it that time. It was obviously a barbarian who was longer."

"I'm sorry, I don't want you to open your eyes and tell lies like this. Even if you don't evolve anymore, you still have to have some control."

"Bet? One gold coin!"

"bet!"

"Brother Tang En...yo, everyone is here."

In the lazy day, when David was betting with Luke on whether his hair was longer or whether the barbarian's chest hair was longer, a voice came from the side. Everyone looked up and saw El with his right shoulder wrapped in a white wound cloth. Te is striding this way.

"Haha, Brother Elt came at the right time." David laughed twice and climbed up. He raised his right hand high and pinched the hair on his head that he thought was the longest. "Look, you said it was my hair that grew longer." , or do barbarians have long chest hair?”

"Huh? Uh..."

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"Okay, stop making trouble. Well, Brother Elt." Tang En stood up, dusted himself off, and stepped forward to greet him, "You're looking for me? Well, is your shoulder okay?"

"It's okay, just a minor injury." He waved his arm carelessly. Elt glanced at David inexplicably and came closer.

"That's good. By the way, those brothers from the heavy sword camp..."

Elt's previous injuries were scary, mainly due to excessive bleeding. In fact, after experiencing hundreds of battles, the veteran is still very good at avoiding attacks, so his injuries were mostly superficial injuries and not a big problem. Because of this, he often went to the Changqian Po camp these days, and Tang En and the others had a good impression of this straightforward man, and they had become familiar with him after going back and forth.

"More than 80 people have survived, and a dozen more are in coma..." Elt's face darkened slightly. He had brought back more than 160 people before, but now only half of them were sure to survive. Naturally, he felt dissatisfied. Feel good. But after all, he was used to seeing life and death, so he shook his head and said, "That's all, at least there are still so many people alive. Well, there are also new recruits in the level..."

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said with a flash of anger on his face, "Damn it, those city defenders... don't think that escaping to the front-line Single Sword Camp is settled! I, Lao Ai, haven't been wandering around in vain all these years. Yes, I have already said hello, they will die there sooner or later!"

During the delay at the city gate, no one knew whether anyone died. But it was obvious that they had become Elt's punching bag. Tang En naturally didn't care about this, patted the other party's shoulder and said a few words of comfort.

"That's right." After he recovered, Erte slapped his head and took out a bunch of crumpled gold coins from his arms with his left arm. "That batch of smuggled goods has been sold. The total is one thousand four hundred and eighty gold coins. Yes. , some are cheap, if sold on the market, it will cost at least 1,000 to 800 yuan, and if sold to barbarians, it will cost tens of thousands... But the situation here is different, we can only sell to them."

After explaining, he picked up ten large-denomination gold tickets and stuffed them into Tang En's hands, with a face full of shame, "I'm sorry, brother, I'm just going to lick my face and take these 480 and send them back to the fallen brothers. Do you think it's okay?" "

According to the rules previously agreed upon by both parties, Tang En and the others would take the lion's share, while Elt would take a small part. There was no problem with this distribution. But now that both parties are familiar with each other, Elt feels that Tang En and the others saved him and robbed the goods again, but he was only responsible for selling and took so much, which is a bit undeserved. I believe that if it were not for the sake of his fallen brothers, it would be natural for him to do this for his friends based on his character.

"What are you talking about..." Tang En shook his head and put the thousand gold coins back into Elt's hand, reaching for the 480 gold coins. "Two hundred brothers from the Epee Battalion died in battle, what can these 400 gold coins do? What's wrong? Let's share it instead."

He stretched out his hand to block it, "Absolutely not, I've already taken a big advantage by taking so much..."

"Oh...it's not for nothing. I need help from my elder brother if I have something to do."

"That's even worse! If you have something to say, there's no reason to ask for money to help a friend..."

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After some pushing and pushing, it wasn't until David and the others got together to talk things over that the stubborn Elt reluctantly agreed to the 50-50 proposal.

Taking the extra money, Erte's face was filled with both gratitude and shame. In the end, he had no choice but to thank him profusely and asked urgently: "Brother Tang En, you just said that you need my help with anything."

Tang En smiled bitterly and shook his head. He handed the golden ticket in his hand to the thin monkey on the side. The money was to be sent back to the soldiers who died in the spear-breaking camp. Then he said to Elt: "I want my eldest brother to find out something." News, well, there are many people from the Temple of Light here on the front line, and I want to know the location of a knight commander named Xavian."

This is Tang En's real purpose. Currently, there is no news from the secret agency, and at the Pasa level where he is located, even if he normally asks Bran soldiers calmly, the news is extremely limited. Only by relying on people like Ert who have been on the front line for many years can it be possible to get the news as soon as possible. The reason why I asked Xia Wei'an instead of Theisman was because Xia Wei'an was more famous, and it was not easy to expose her by asking, and a word of admiration could cover it up.

"Xia Wei'an? The flower of knights!" Elt was stunned when he heard this.

"Uh, it's her. Big brother knows the news?" Tang En was overjoyed. No way, his character really needs to be exposed... But obviously, the God of Light will not help him who wants to kill his little brother. Erte shook his head: "That's not true, I just heard this famous name before. Haha, in fact, as long as you are a frontline soldier, you should have heard this name. Tsk tsk, brother Tang En, Xia Wei'an, the flower of the knight, Hehe... Don't worry, I'll write this down."

Showing a smile that every man knows, Elt thought decisively. Of course, Tang En would not defend himself. He just touched his nose and accepted it as his acquiescence. Just then, suddenly,

Tap tap tap... a sound of neat footsteps came from the direction of the city gate, like a war drum. Immediately, rows of brave soldiers holding long guns and wearing blue armor came into view.

"Uh... no, that's not it, Thunder Spear Regiment?"

…………(To be continued.)