In addition to necessary rest, the members of the second team will never stop. They must consider the supply of weapons and ammunition. Even if the ammunition is still sufficient now, there is not much compressed dry food left, and they dare not take the food in the village for fear of being poisoned.

He was so quick that he finally arrived at the county town of Lianhua County a day later. Of course, it was impossible to rush in in a swarm, but let Gan Daoning take over the command of the team first, while Mo Xiong took off his armor and put on casual clothes and entered the city alone.

Wearing a long gown with Jiannu style is very close to this era. At least among the crowds, there is no way to tell how Mo Xiong is different from ordinary people. After receiving the fee for entering the city at the gate, Mo Xiong was able to enter this ordinary small town. The bluestone ancient road and the mottled city walls were covered with mottled moss.

On the plaque at the door, there are three dilapidated ancient characters "Lianhua County" written from right to left. Because it has not been maintained for a long time, everything here seems dilapidated and declining. A few thin soldiers gathered in groups on the bench of the tea stall next to the city gate, staring at the crowd.

It is not because of the recent rampant activities of the Red Gate, or the dedication of these soldiers themselves, but because they are looking for some unfamiliar fat sheep in the crowd and slaughter them.

Mo Xiong, who was dressed in bright clothes, was a stranger from the country, so he naturally fell into the eyes of several soldiers and gangsters. The leader of the group gave a wink at the follower beside him, and the other party immediately understood it, pulled out his belt, went straight forward, blocking Mo Xiong's way.

"Stand up, come with me." He pointed directly at Mo Xiong in the sparse crowd, calling out arrogantly, without any intention to ask for the other party's opinions.

Seeing this, Mo Xiong was not stupid, but he didn't want to make things worse, so he had to follow the other party. Although he had established relationships with the senior management of the ** Army and local big families, the soldiers at the city gate must be unaware of it. It is not suitable to expose his identities now.

Observing the situation around him coldly, Mo Xiong planned to wait and see if the other party didn't overdo it, it would be nothing to lose some money.

Mo Xiongchang's man was tall and strong, and he looked like a bravery. Moreover, he was a soldier with many lives on his hands. As soon as he met, the city gate official who sat on the bench felt a sense of oppression. He was also a veteran who had been on the battlefield, and he was even more accustomed to life and death soldiers.

Such a person has low quality, but his vision is very vicious, and he can see Mo Xiong's background immediately. He immediately brows squeezed together. Although Mo Xiong is only alone, God knows whether he has any accomplices nearby. He is unwilling to provoke such a person. As a veteran, he is naturally very sensitive to murderous aura and knows who can provoke and who can't.

As a soldier, his task was to be responsible for the stability of the city gate, but he was unwilling to offend ruthless people of unknown origin. If he really wanted to sell 180 kilograms of meat here, the joke would be huge.

Mo Xiong walked up to him, his eyes were cold, but he still bowed his fists. His arrogant look made the city gate official scream and distressed. He just glanced at him from afar, but now he looked closer and found that Mo Xiong was covered with horrifying evil spirits. No matter where this kind of killing god was, he was an extremely dangerous person.

I am a small city gate guard captain, and I only have a few silver dollars a month to pay. How can I work hard? The most feared is to meet tough characters like Jiangyang thieves. As long as this person doesn't cause trouble here, I'll be grateful.

I was just worried about how to deal with Mo Xiong, but a familiar shout came from behind me: "These military officials have a little money for drinking, so please accept it with a smile."

Looking at the nodding and bowing, it turned out to be Boss Guo who just arrived here to open a shop two months ago. A grocer in his forties saw that his wrinkled old face was now pleasing to these soldiers at the city gate: "This young man is a relative of my family. If you have any offense, please forgive me."

"Oh, so that's it. I've said it a long time ago, and I almost made a misunderstanding. Since it's a relative of Manager Guo, he is a good citizen. It's okay and it's okay. Let it go." The city gate official also had contacts with Manager Guo on weekdays, so he could live up to his face, so he wouldn't make things difficult for Mo Xiong.

In fact, he also wanted to find a chance to step down. He was not willing to make grudges for a guy like Mo Xiong who looked tricky. If it really didn't look good, he might be retaliated by the other party, which was not fun at all.

"Thank you all, I'll treat you to drink someday. I'll be happy to see you when the time comes." As he said his unnutritious polite words, Lao Guo also pulled Mo Xiong away from the city gate and entered the grocery store in the county town.

As Lao Guo and Mo Xiong disappeared at the corner of the street, the city gate returned to its original desertification. Several soldiers and gangsters with ragged clothes gathered together boredly and talked about what had happened just now.

One of them was a newcomer who was not familiar with the specific matters, so he scratched his head and asked the reason: "The team leader, the man had obviously had a problem just now. He knew that he was not a good person, and the shopkeeper Guo was also suspicious. Why don't we interrogate carefully?"

The city gate official could not kill the fat sheep, but he was full of anger. Seeing that this man was so unaware of things, he slapped his anger on him. He slapped the other person's face, and then there were swearing words: "I'll ask you, you don't want to live anymore, I still want to. If you want to live for a long time, open your dog's eyes and stop him from meddling in other people's business."

The city gate official cursed and looked at the city gate again, looking for the next fat sheep. He finally took the time to be on duty here, so he should not miss the opportunity to make money.

The above repeatedly told me to be careful of suspicious people in the Red Gate, but if you really want to do something, who would be willing to offend these lifeless bandits? The stupid guys who killed themselves and their family because of their eagerness to make contributions are all stubborn donkeys with fever. People with real IQ and insight are not willing to mix in such matters at all.

He made a small profit after making a contribution, and it was not enough to squeeze his teeth into pieces. Why waste his life for such a little thing? After being a soldier for several years, the city gate official has been able to do this job now. He doesn't want to die young, let alone whether there is any pension or not.

If he really encounters a head loss, he will be the first to ignore it.

The west of the city is a relatively prosperous area, and people living here are also relatively wealthy townsmen who have the extra money to consume appropriately. On weekdays, pedestrians come and go, and the business and trade in the county are still good, and occasionally you can receive some rare treasures from the mountains.

In the alley, I recently opened a grocery store selling some affordable daily necessities and the business is pretty good. The main reason is that the owner of this store has his own purchasing channels and has a lot of products, which is very recognized by the surrounding neighbors.

At night, the county town was dim and occasionally there were dog barking. In the quiet night, it seemed a little terrifying. The county town had low walls and weak warning power. With ropes and barbs, the special forces easily sneaked into the city without knowing it.

Taking the update route map provided by Lao Guo, Mo Xiong led the second team to avoid several groups of patrol soldiers and successfully went to the alley west of the city, knocking the thick wooden door.

Lao Guo lit the oil lamp and kept waiting here. He heard the knock on the door, which was a familiar rhythm of the code. He did not hesitate and immediately opened the door gently. Looking at the crowd of the special forces, he nodded.

Everyone dared not make loud noises, because they were afraid that their neighbors would hear it. If it caused panic, it would be bad.

Everyone took off their equipment, carefully sorted it out, and hid it in the cellar. However, they wore boots on their feet and had military daggers inside. There was also no pistol around their waists, which were used to deal with all kinds of troubles at any time. In this chaotic and disorderly era, without weapons, it was very dangerous to go anywhere.

The team members who had been speechless all night and had been tense for three days and three nights fell asleep. Only Mo Xiong was holding on and was still in charge of the team's alert. He was always careful in order to be perfect. Such caution was also the main reason why he could serve as the captain.

Looking at the calm night sky, I remembered this new life for nearly a year, and it was like a dream. From a fleeing Guangdong citizen to a mining worker returning to his hometown, and finally a military life, such frequent identity changes still made Mo Xiong feel complicated for a while. He also had uncertain doubts about the future.

However, in his heart, he had no hesitation. He knew that some things must be done. Whether it is right or wrong, only by sticking to his own morality can he pursue the future

The next morning, the neighbors nearby were also ignorant of Lao Guo's grocery store, who had suddenly moved into a dozen people. The members of the special forces were also strictly prohibited from going out to avoid unnecessary trouble. Mo Xiong also went to the county town to find the special envoy of the ** Army.

Even the diet was arranged by Lao Guo himself, and it was the peripheral workers recruited by the underground palace in the local area. There was no need to pay too much. Just promise wages and the promise of allowing the other party to learn living skills, it was enough to attract some people.

In this era, knowledge is value. Even if you are only arithmetic and literate, you are rare talents and have a better life than others. People all yearn for knowledge, they just lack opportunities, and the underground palace uses this to exchange opportunities for their loyalty.

They will not be allowed to do any too important jobs, they are all meticulous jobs of running errands, and they will be allowed to monitor and report each other, ensuring that they can keep their mouths tight and will not talk around everywhere.

Compared to worrying about the resettlement of the team, how to arrange the inspectors sent by the ** Army is a more troublesome problem to Mo Xiong. The other party is a person who is easy to get along with, which is easy to say. If it is a bit too much and it drags down the team's actions, Mo Xiong will definitely not be ruthless.

Anyway, my superiors mentioned before leaving that this group of people thought it would be OK, but if it became a burden, I would get rid of it or kill it. The team leader has the right to make decisions and there is no need to worry about diplomatic disputes at all...

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