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

In the small market beside the city gate, Wang Yan and others, who had become familiar faces, were watching a group of merchants fighting, while the soldiers next to them didn't care, and even gathered to watch the fun, pointing fingers from time to time.

The atmosphere was very relaxed, and it didn't look like two important officials were assassinated at all.

The merchants were fighting, so naturally they didn't have a job.

Wang Yan and several of his men squatted beside each other and whispered.

"It seems that Mei'er didn't take it seriously!"

"It's not that he didn't take it seriously. He was afraid that he had decided it was an internal assassination, which would make him nervous and worried that he would become someone else's target, so his energy should be within Halie at the moment."

Wang Yan didn't expect that the Black Thorn's actions would really disrupt Halie's internal affairs, which could be considered a great achievement.

Xiao Guwei took a stone with sharp corners and drew randomly on the ground, but if someone who had an impression of the city defense squatted down and looked carefully, it would not take long to find that this was a map.

He pointed at all the six city gates, and finally smashed them heavily at the city gate leading to the Ming Dynasty.

He lowered his head and whispered: "The first is war horses, at least three hundred horses, and there is some water and dry food on them. There is no need to be too much, it will be fine in two or three days."

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

The merchants there were almost over the fight over market share. Several people ran out with blood and shouted, threatening to burn the residences of those who were there with fire.

So a group of people changed from fighting to quarrel, making a fuss like a woman.

Chen Deng glanced at the city gate, let out a heavy breath, and said, "It's hard, we can't live if there is any mistake on either side."

The danger of rescuing more than 100 people is self-evident. If any error occurs in any link, it will be immediately a desperate situation to be surrounded.

Wang Yan didn't want to affect his morale, so he said, "Chen Deng left 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 whispered: "Remember, ten days. You will leave immediately in less than ten days."

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

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

He squatted alone by the side. After a businessman negotiated a business, he went over and smiled flatteringly and wanted to take on the job, but was driven away by Xiao Guwei and his people.

More and more people were entering and leaving the city. Chen Deng, who couldn't find a living, snatched the blood scabs at the corner of his mouth and left the city alone.

This means killing all the people. Chen Deng must leave the city. Outside, he can wait for the caravans out of the city to find a job, that is, follow the caravans on the road.

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

...

After being forced to eat the chewed tendons that day, Masong became a little nervous.

He began to like to stare at the necks of the Halie people and talk to himself.

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

He just muttered like this, his eyes blank.

Zhao Xing leaned closer and persuaded him after hearing his muttering, but it was useless at all.

This is not the first prisoner of war to have mental problems. According to previous examples, Masong will become more and more crazy. In the end, he will take the initiative to attack the Halie people and be executed in public.

He could only smile bitterly at this and then lower his head.

...

Wang Yan and the others received a job and helped a merchant carry goods onto the truck.

A total of eleven trucks of goods were paid enough to make them eat a day. If they were willing to do so, they could secretly go to those merchants to buy a small jar of wine.

There were more than twenty soldiers staring at the people and cars entering and leaving the city gate.

This is a conclusion drawn after observing for a long time, without deviation.

There are about a hundred people on the city top here, and 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 situation of rafting and scouts on the outside, it is as stable as Mount Tai.

There were many troops in the city, but their goal was to stare at the palace and protect Halie's king, Meiergan.

As usual, Wang Yan re-determined the defense power at the city gate and took the people back.

When I passed 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 cares about this. The troubled times have just ended, and the people have long been accustomed to this taste.

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

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

This scene of smuggling can scare ordinary people out of fear, but Xiao Guwei just whistled and stopped two passing men.

"Don't seek death!"

He looked very fierce and looked very green-skinned, and his right hand also cooperated with his back.

The two men retreated to the side with a panic look on their faces, secretly glad that they had not bumped into something that could silence.

And Wang Yan has already entered an abandoned mud house.

The mud house has a scent of urine and is very smelly. I don’t know if it’s human or animal.

"Sir, the caravan is ready."

A short man stood in the corner, and most people would neglect him at first sight.

Wang Yan asked, "Can the guards on the other side of the city gate pass the air?"

The short man said, "Sir, I gave him the benefit of ten taels of silver. He said he would check it when he left the city. If there were only twenty long swords, it would be fine."

"This is considered a warning to the enemy. If we have been targeted, then they will wait for all our people to appear before taking action, so they must keep an eye on the number of people at the city gate."

...

The surrounding area of ​​Samarkand is a safe area, and herders can even spend the night outside without worrying about looting horse thieves.

In the early morning, many caravans had gathered at the city gate, and they would go east and trade with those tribes.

There were also several caravans outside the city waiting to enter the city. One of them was very large, with only more than twenty people, but they brought more than three hundred good horses to sell.

The general on the top of the city had just changed shifts. He looked at the horse team outside the city and said, "We don't lack war horses, we lack good horses. These merchants are indeed well-informed, and it seems that they can make a lot of money again."

A subordinate next to him said greedily: "Sir, let me get it?"

The general shook his head and said cautiously: "The ministers have been assassinating each other recently. The king is very angry. Don't do it at this time. Let me mention that those merchants are smart people and will benefit."

He yawned and asked, "Where is the sweeper?"

I get used to the same moments every day when someone comes to sweep the floor, but if I don’t see it, I feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sir, they are here."

The general turned around and saw that more than one hundred Ming army prisoners were walking up the city, he smiled and said, "I have lost lamb legs today, otherwise I would be happy to give them some delicious tendons."

"Open the city gate!"

When the time comes, the city gate slowly opens.

According to the rules, the caravans in the city must go out first, and those outside the city can only wait until the inside is finished before entering the city.

The merchants outside the city asked people to drive the horses to the city gate helplessly. The temperature was a little low, and the guys were walking around the horse team from time to time.

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

Mei'ergan also woke up. He was dressed neatly and had breakfast slowly.

"Are you still not found out?"

He was drinking tea, and his brain had begun to turn, and the arrangements throughout the day were slowly filtering to find the mistakes.

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

Mei'ergan took a sip of tea, and there was a little more gloomy between her eyebrows. She continued to ask, "What are those people doing?"

The man said: "They were all a little silent, and there was no singing and dancing last night."

"Singing and dancing?"

Meiergan said coldly: "What Halie needs is the warrior, and women will only make the warrior soften his bones!"

The man took a step back awkwardly. This topic was not something he could get involved with.

After drinking tea, Mei'er got up and walked out of the palace where she lived, looked at the sun in the distance and said, "Halie is as vibrant as the sun, and the flesh-fighting fan is nothing. We will become stronger. As for the Ming people... they are beyond the reach of them, and they can only watch us continue to be stronger and helpless."

The sun shines on the palace, looking a little more brilliant.
Chapter completed!