Chapter 843:

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Kunpeng and Guo Jing hid behind the yurt to avoid the patrol cavalry. They walked through the gaps in the rows of yurts and soon came to the Mongolian food storage area.
Before he entered, Kunpeng heard a gentle footstep move in a yurt opposite him. Of course, Guo Jing did not have this strength, and he could not hear anything.
But listening to this voice, Kunpeng can be sure that the people inside are not Mongolian sergeants, and may also be people who come to steal meat or food.
This man can avoid many Mongolian patrols and go deep into the forage. It must have some strength.
After the patrol passed again, the two men came to the curtain and tried to enter the yurt, but found four Mongolian sergeants standing at the door.
Looking back, the guard sergeant stood around the yurt that originally stored grain.
Their emphasis on grain and grass is indeed unusual.
With such tight defense and no idea of ​​how the man who has been mixed into the yurt can do it, Kunpeng finds it difficult to enter without catching their attention.
Could it be that this person entered not from the curtain door, but from somewhere in the yurt, crawling into the ground?
It's really possible to think about it, otherwise how can he get in?
"You stay here, be careful not to let them find you. I'll go in and take a look at the jerky, and look at who is inside?" Kun Peng whispered to Guo Jing.
"Master, who do you say is inside?" Guo Jing didn't dare to whisper, but he also approached Kunpeng's ear, very quietly.
"Don't say it, the yurt has a layer of cloth and is not soundproof."
Kunpeng fumbled for a while on the ground, picked up a stone, flashed over the yurt, came to the of the curtain, to see the patrol cavalry was not there, and threw the stone in his hand towards the yurt on the curtain.
But his stone was not thrown from the air, but was thrown against the ground.
At night, the light was extremely dark and the stones were extremely fast. The four or four guards by the door did not see the trajectory of the stones, but they clearly heard the sound on the yurt there.
The two immediately went to check, and the other two's eyes also instantly noticed where the sound was ringing. The other sergeants who were on guard were still in place, just paying attention to the movement there.
Kun Peng flickered into the curtain while their attention was shifting.
Concentrating on feeling the sound inside, the person who stole the food probably heard the sound, and now there is no action.
Move to a dark place, squat down, wait for nothing while holding your breath. He believes that the person who steals food will act, at least he also needs to leave.
The guard outside found no one, saying that it might be a mouse, and returned to the curtain door to stand guard.
After a long time, Kun Peng finally heard a slight movement of footsteps. Of course, only he could feel that the guards and other sergeants at the door could not be heard, otherwise he would have been discovered long ago.
After judging the distance between the man and himself and his position, Kun Peng quietly gathered his energy, quickly performed light work, and instantly came to the man's side.
The man was filling jerky in a pocket, and was almost screamed by Kun Peng's sudden appearance.
He didn't see at all how Kunpeng came to him. Judging from the opponent's speed alone, the opponent's effort must be much stronger than himself.
He did not start with himself, nor did he call patrols or other sergeants, so he soon understood that this person was not a Mongolian sergeant, and he felt a little relieved.
But there is really no way to speak here. Even whispers may be heard by the sergeants outside. What's more, they can't whisper, they are stranger meat thieves, and they don't have enough trust.
Kun Peng had already seen the other party clearly. Although he covered his face, from his figure, this person was Changzi Mountain's old monster Liang Ziweng.
And Liang Ziweng didn't seem to see Kun Peng coming, but just pointed at the piles of dried meat.
Kunpeng was also polite. He found a cloth pocket and quickly picked up half a bag of dried meat. He carried it with one hand and pointed the cloth curtain with one finger, meaning to go out there with Liang Ziweng.
Liang Ziweng only found out that the coming person was Kun Peng, and was surprised. Wherever he would like to leave with Kunpeng, he shook his head. ..
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