Vol 3 Chapter 387: Smuggling goods

The desert hills stretching the horizon, the dull and dull bleak sky, the few solitary goshawks soaring against the wind, making a few screams from time to time ... the scenery will always be the same, the climate will never be cold. This is the front line!
Without the exquisite buildings in the south, the soft whispers of the people there, and the mountains and waters of Zhong Lingyu ... maybe if there are really people from the south here, they will be sighed by the lonely smoke outside. However, the people living here will not have such leisurely elegance. They will always see weathered mountains and stones, and they will smell the cold wind with a smell. Cruel place ...
In the morning, near the corner of the leeward of the city gate.
Tang En, who has no mission for the time being, also learns from the soldiers here, leaning against the gray wall, raising his head a little, chatting a few words, and feeling the unusual winter light.
They haven't been here for a long time, of course, they don't have such feelings. The reason why they keep this kind of melancholic philosopher is that they just want to bask in the light and enjoy the quiet and lazy taste in it.
A few days have passed since the chaos at the gate of the city, and the result of the treatment has come down long ago. The captain of the garrison was hacked to death. This was a nail in the nail, and Elt paid the price for it. But how to say that killing soldiers without permission is still wrong. However, after all, it was during the war. The leader of his battalion was not removed, but was confiscated for one year and recorded. It is now regarded as a guilty conscience.
As for the remaining soldiers, they were not beheaded, but in fact they were all assigned to the Single Sword Battalion of the First Army.
The so-called single sword camp. In fact, it is the arms holding a thin long sword. This unit has low defense. Major casualties. It can be said. It is an out-and-out cannon fodder. This is not to say that this unit is unimportant. In fact, the size of this unit accounts for the vast majority of the various legions. The reason for this is because they have a unique advantage, abandoning heavy armor in exchange for high speed and high frequency attack. Of course, the results of close combat with barbarians are also conceivable. It's like a double-edged sword, hurting both the enemy and yourself.
There were also dozens of trucks, and it was probably that the trustee on Elt's side had some relationship. It was returned to Frey intact. The only thing that was a little bit troublesome was that Tang En had injured many people at the time, and later I heard that there were even a few officers. Of course, the injury was not serious. At most, the joint was broken. It was almost a week of rest, but the beam was indeed forged. There is no word on this from the high-level officials. Of course, it is more likely that they are ashamed to find a word. After all, there were no dead people, and at the time, both sides moved, and it was a complete defeat. Naturally sorry to mention it again. It was Down, they came out now, and some soldiers would give them pointers. Feeling pretty upset.
In the past few days, Down has followed Frey's spear to break the camp several times, but the results are a bit weird. The first time was to go to a farm to save people, but by the time they arrived, the battle had ended, and there were only a few soldiers and civilians, and the farm turned into ruins ... this is nothing to say, the key is The next few combat missions, when they rushed to the combat site that is said to be frequented by barbarians, waited for a long time, but did not even see their hair.
Originally they thought it was an accident, but after hearing a chat with Bran soldiers, they found that their situation was similar. It was as if the barbarians disappeared out of thin air overnight. Of course, this situation is abnormal, and it is naturally impossible for a brutal man to lay down a few hundred kilometers.
The high-level officials at the checkpoint have attached great importance to this. In the past few days, officers and men have often been convened together to discuss, and the defensive forces on the city walls have also been strengthened. Obviously, their ideas coincide with Frei's analysis-in the near future, the barbarian may have a big move!
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"What a joke, of course it's my boss ..."
"Blind you, just then, we didn't see it that time, it's obviously longer for the barbarians."
"I wipe, without taking your eyes open and talking like this, even if you haven't evolved yet, you have to have a degree."
"Bet? One gold coin!"
"bet!"
"Brother Tang En ... yo, everyone is here."
In lazy daylight, just as David and Luke were betting bet on whether his hair was longer or the barbarian's chest hair was longer, a voice came from the side, and everyone looked up to see Elt with a white wound on his right shoulder. Striding towards this side.
"Haha, it's time for Brother Elt to come." David laughed and got up, raised his right hand, and pinched the longest hair on his head. "Look, you say it's my long hair. Or is the barbarian's chest hair long? "
"Ah? Uh ..."
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"Okay, don't bother. Well, Brother Elt." Tang En got up, patted the dust, and greeted him, "Are you looking for me? Well, is this shoulder OK?"
"It's okay, minor injuries." He shook his arm indifferently, and Elt glanced at David inexplicably, and approached.
"That's good. By the way, the brothers of the Epee Camp ..."
Earlier, Elt's injuries were scary, mainly due to excessive bleeding. In fact, after hundreds of battles, the veteran was very experienced in evading attacks, so this was mostly a skin trauma, and there was not much problem. Because of this, he often runs to the spear-breaking camp these days, and Tang En's perception of this straight-skinned man is not bad. Once they go, they are already familiar.
"Live over eighty, and a dozen coma ..." Elt's face was slightly dark, but he had brought back more than one hundred and sixty people. Now he is sure that only half of them can live, and naturally he is not Feeling good. But after all, I was used to life and death, and shook my head. "Well, anyway, there are so many people who survive. Well, the level has also recruited new recruits ..."
After a pause, he still gritted his teeth, and his face flashed, "His mother, those soldiers who guard the city ... don't think that the escape to the front-line single sword camp is over! I haven't been foolish all these years. Yes, they have already said hello, they will have to die there sooner or later! "
During the delay at the gate, no one knew whether there were dead people. Obviously, they became Elt's punching bag. Tang En was naturally indifferent to this, patted each other's shoulders, and comforted.
"Right." When he eased over, Elt patted his head, and his left arm pulled a pile of crumpled gold tickets from his arms. "The smuggled goods were sold, which totaled 1,480 gold coins. En It's cheap, if you sell it on the market, you can add at least 800 or 800. If you sell it to barbarians, I'm afraid it will cost tens of thousands ... but the situation here is different, we can only sell it to them. "
Explained Fan, took ten large denominations and stuffed them into Tang En's hands, with a shame on his face. "Sorry, my brother, I licked my face and took these 480 to the brothers who died in the battle. "
In accordance with the rules agreed by the two parties previously, Tang En took the majority of them, while Elt took the smaller part. There was no problem with this distribution. But now both sides are familiar. Elt feels that Down has saved him again and robbed the goods, and he just took responsibility to sell so much, which is a bit shameful. I believe that if it is not for the sake of the fallen brothers, in his character, it is right for the gang to be friends.
"What is this saying ..." Tang En shook his head and shoved a thousand gold tickets back into Elt's hands, reaching out for the 480. "The brothers of the Epee Camp killed 200 people, what can these 400 gold coins do?" Matter? Let's change it. "
Reaching out, "Absolutely not. I've taken advantage of so much ..."
"Well ... it's not Bai Na. I have something to ask your brother for help."
"That wouldn't work anymore! In a word, how can there be a reason to help friends even get money ..."
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After some concessions, it wasn't until David they got together to talk about it that Elt, who was in power, reluctantly agreed to the proposal of half-pointing.
Holding the extra money, Elt's face was both grateful and ashamed. In the end, he had to thank him and hurriedly asked, "Brother Tang, you just said that I need any help."
Tang En shook his head with a bitter smile and handed the golden ticket in his hand to the skinny monkey aside. The money was sent back to the soldiers who killed the spear-breaking camp, and then said to Elt: "I want to ask my brother News, um, there are a lot of bright temple people here on the front line, and I want to know where a knight captain named Xia Wei'an is located. "
This is the real purpose of Tang En. At present, there is no news from the secret agency, and the Passa Checkpoint where he is located, even if he usually asks Bran soldiers calmly, the news is extremely closed. Only by relying on someone like Elt who has been on the front line for many years ~ EbookFREE.me ~ will it be possible to get the news as soon as possible. The reason to ask Xia Wei'an instead of Sethman is because Xia Wei'an is more famous, and it doesn't sound easy to expose, and a word of admiration can cover up the past.
"Xia Wei'an? The flower of the knight!" Elt said suddenly.
"Um, it's her. Brother knows the news?" Tang En was pleased, wouldn't he? The character is really going to be violent ... But obviously, the God of Light will not help him to kill his younger brother. People, Elt shook his head: "That's not true, but I have heard this loud name before. Oh, in fact, as long as you are a frontline soldier, you should have heard this name. Alas, Brother Tang En, Knight Flower Xia Wei'an, Hehe ... Rest assured, I'll write it down. "
With a smile that all men knew, Elt was decisive. Tang En naturally did not justify anything. Touching his nose was considered the default. Just then, stunned,
Stepping on ... A neat footsteps came from the gate of the city, like a drum of war. Immediately afterwards, rows of rifles were holding, and British soldiers in cyan armor entered the line of sight.
"Uh ... no, isn't it, Zhenlei Spear Group?"
………… (To be continued ...)