In the dark night, the cool night wind brought coolness, comforting the soldiers' passionate hearts. The fierce battle in the evening made nearly 300 spearmen lose their lives, and this heavy price made it difficult for Zhao Hu to fall asleep.

Zhao Hu sat up and picked up a thick wooden branch from the side and threw it into the bonfire in front of him. Looking at the sparks splashing in front of him, Zhao Hu felt that he had to consider the price of sending troops this time.

"Sir, what do you think this is?"

When Zhao Hu heard Mengda's voice sound not far away, he saw the tall figure of the hunter leader Mengda walking from the east side of the camp. He held a yellow sheepskin in his hand with excitement and a Kazakh armor full of alien colors, which attracted the soldiers nearby to stare at him with envy.

As the chief hero of this battle, Mengda insisted on asking his lord for a piece of Kazakh armor as the glory passed down from generation to generation by his family, so as to show his descendants how brave their ancestors were. Zhao Hu was not willing to refuse this request. Unexpectedly, just as he agreed, this guy put out his armor to show off.

"What are you doing? You don't have to worry about being shot by the sentry as an enemy when you wear this in the evening. When your descendants know that their brave ancestors died cowardly at their own hands, your good wishes will be wasted."

Zhao Hu looked at the Kazakh armor on Mengda's body with anger, and felt a little uncomfortable. This battle caused Zhao Hu's Falcon troops to lose nearly 300 spearmen. Although he finally got a command knife suspected to be the leader of the Kazakh team, thinking about the compensation of nearly 300 soldiers gave Zhao Hu a headache. Now Mengda is still wearing this armor to stimulate himself, how can he not make Zhao Hu angry?

"Haha, this was discovered when we were searching the body of the Kazakh commander just now. I was afraid that it was an important item, so I immediately sent it to the adults before I could change my clothes."

Seeing his lord's angry face, Mengda scratched his head awkwardly, and embarrassedly handed the yellow sheepskin in his hand to Zhao Hu who was sitting by the bonfire to rest.

"What's this?"

Zhao Hu took the parchment from Mengda in confusion, and slowly spread it out under the bonfire with his hands curiously. Through the bright yellow light of the bonfire, it can be seen that this is a very worn parchment. The lines and patterns are drawn with light blue, red, and gray-black on it, which is like a map of mountains and rivers.

The sheep leather roll has already appeared due to the long time or the moisture, emitting a sour and musty smell, and even a unique smell of sheep meal in the Kazakhs. It seems that Monda said that this is something that the Kazakh commander personally collected is not nonsense.

"From the geographical markers on it, this is a map of the Satdo County we are about to go to. It should have been snatched from a nobleman when they robbed Satdo County. This thing is very useful to the Kazakhs who are not familiar with the terrain, but not very useful to us."

Zhao Hu's face was originally happy and showed a slight disappointment after carefully identifying the map on the sheepskin roll. Zhao Hu thought that Mengda had discovered something amazing, but he didn't expect that it was just a map of Saterdo, which was a little longer. He immediately lost interest and prepared to roll up the spread sheepskin map with his hands, but Mengda next to him stopped him with his hands.

"Sir, look at these two places, the mountains to the north of the Satdo map, and the Sodalai hills where we are now, have special marks. Although we don't know what this represents, it should be very important to be able to collect it for the Kazakh commanders!"

Mengda still did not give up and hurriedly stretched out his fingers to point them heavily at the corner of the north mountain on the map and the two tiny black triangles in the lower south corner. With Mengda's fingers, Zhao Hu did see two subtle black forks hidden in the dim lines of the map. If Mengda had not pointed it out specifically, it would have been difficult to see under the dark bonfire.

"Good, you did a good job. If I guess correctly, this is a treasure map of the Kazakhs!"

Seeing the black fork on Mengda's finger, Zhao Hu, who was disappointed just now, was intrigued. His eyes shone with light when he looked at Heda, as if he suddenly found that this yellowed parchment actually had beautiful flowers blooming. He also praised Mengda repeatedly, and praised Mengda for being puzzled.

"Treasure map? No, we have carefully searched the corpses of those Kazakhs. They are as poor as rats. They have almost nothing except a small amount of marching meat, let alone anything valuable. It seems that adults are crazy about poverty and can rely on money!"

Mengda looked at Zhao Hu with an incredible face, and was full of contempt for his lord's judgment. Mengda knew that in his lord's pitiful head, there were only two things worth paying attention to, one was money and the other was money.

"Don't you believe it?" Zhao Hu looked at Jimunda's contemptuous face, and knew what his subordinate was thinking. His face turned red, his tone immediately rose a little higher, and his fingers were scribbled on the map. "From the north to the south, this Kazakh cavalry almost crossed the entire Roman Empire, and five or six county leaders were looted.

But we did not find the stolen property in these Kazakhs. Could it be that these valuable goods have flew away? Now it seems that these property should have been buried by the Kazakhs in these two areas. When the war is over, they can send caravans to transport the stolen goods out of the country without knowing it!"

Mengda listened to Zhao Hu's analysis, and the contempt on his face gradually faded away. Instead, he nodded constantly with Zhao Hu's analysis: "Sir, please rest assured, this place is in the Sodalai hills, not very far from here. I immediately led a thousand soldiers to dig out all the buried things."

In the end, Mengda could no longer hold back his excitement, stood up from the ground, took the yellowed parchment from Zhao Hu's hand, turned around and disappeared into the dark shadow of the camp.

Zhao Hu's statement was confirmed in the early morning. Mengda, who led the soldiers to excavate the treasure trove, brought back more than a dozen items wrapped in white cloth in the morning mist. The heavy ruts had already shown that the weight of the things on the car was extraordinary. Zhao Hu walked over and patted the things wrapped in white cloth on the flat car with his hand. Hearing the crisp sound of metals colliding with his hands.

"I'm right, how are the things?"

Hearing Zhao Hu's question, Mengda scratched his head with a smirk, and winked at the things covered by the white cloth on the flat carriage with his eyes, and whispered: "Sir, they are definitely good things. I didn't expect that all the treasures that the Kazakhs have worked hard to collect fell into our hands!"

Zhao Hu looked at Mengda with a sarcastic look on his face, walked to the side of the flat carriage and opened a corner casually. Golden light shone out, and gold items inlaid with various gems were exposed from the white cloth, including gold bottles, gold wrists, and piles of gold vessels. It seemed that the Kazakhs had a special liking for gold. Zhao Hu even saw a marquis-level round gem crown with a big ruby ​​like a thumb inlaid in the middle.

"Be good, I'm afraid there are at least million gold lukes. The big guys in the north are in trouble. I guess even the gold teeth in their mouths have been knocked down by the Kazakhs."

The golden light on the carriage stimulated Zhao Hu's heart torture, especially the head crown inlaid with huge gems that made Zhao Hu feel excited. This head crown should be an important member of the northern family. Unfortunately, these exquisite artworks are just ordinary gold jewelry in the eyes of the Kazakhs. They will melt into pieces of gold coins after being transported back to Kazakhs.

"Sir, in addition to the Sodalai hills, there is also a tower fortress marked in the middle on the map. We should get there as fast as possible. Otherwise, when the Kazakhs find that the treasure map of their troops falls in the hands of our Roman Empire, they will definitely take out the treasure in advance."

Mengda looked at Zhao Hu's eyes that were shining with gold, and almost a few small stars flashed out of it. Her saliva was almost flowing out of her open mouth, and she looked shocked and reminded her kindly.

"Yes, you're right"

When Zhao Hu heard Mengda's reminder, he embarrassedly withdrew his greedy gaze from the pile of gold piles piled on the carriage, turned around and praised Mengda: "This matter cannot be delayed, it must be done immediately. We must gather the entire army immediately and go north to the tower with all our might. We must arrive at the treasure-hiding place before the Kazakhs react!"

When Munda saw Zhao Hu's fat face shining excitedly, he had to interrupt his lord's beautiful fantasy and said, "But it takes at least one day to ride a horse from the Sodalai hills across the entire Satdo County. If this team of Kazakhs and their large troops are in contact every day, then the Kazakhs who did not receive the news today will realize that their treasure location has been exposed and will soon send someone to transfer everything out. It is almost impossible for us to cross the entire Satdo in such a short time, and it is very likely to meet the Kazakhs there."

Hearing the question raised by Mengda, Zhao Hu looked embarrassed, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and said, "This is not a problem. In my eyes, there is nothing impossible. I have an order to announce it!"

In Mengda's puzzled eyes, Zhao Hu had turned around and issued an order to the trumpeter behind him.

"Woo!"
Chapter completed!