: 199 Turan End's troubles

In the morning, the snowstorm that raged all day and night finally stopped. Bingxia and Baohong stared down, only to see that the falling snow was spinning in the cold wind, the lush evergreen pine forest was covered with a thick layer of snow ginger, like a group of silent and serious Artus The guard stood at the foot of the hills in the distance. Soon, the fiery sun showed half of its head from behind the dark black clouds, and the vigorous sunlight scattered the wandering white mist in the air. The ground was white, and the vast northern part let the pulse lie like a bloated white beast lying in the distance.
"Sir, the blizzard stopped! We can go on the road!" Saron walked into the hotel room anxiously, and his winter supplies were sold out. The habit of disturbing people. Saron rushed in long ago.
"What anxious! No matter who took the supplies, I let him spit it out ten times." The fat man rubbed his hands and slowly stood up from the brazier. From the guard, he took the fox fur cloak that was baked and flattened, and stretched his hands and feet. Turned his head and said, "That woman is a treasure! That's a lot of money. If you run away, don't think about military expenses this quarter!"
"This adult please rest assured! The tied one can run like a wild boar, and I really admire her." Saron heard the fat man's promise, and embarrassedly laughed. "But the woman is also really arrogant, even from yesterday to now. Without saying a word, we don’t know her real name until now!"
"What! You tied the people!" The fat man was about to take the Sabre, his hands stopped in the air. The tone suddenly increased several times, "If you want to deal with a woman, you still have to be tied up. If it spreads, where will our Samorian army's face go! Do you want Samor to face the joint forces of the Stian and Tyre families at the same time? ?"
The fat man flushed and his eyes were terribly cold. A biting sense of danger ran straight from the head of Saron's tail vertebrae to the forehead. Although it was a cold day, Saron's head was sweating and he secretly said, "Oh, dead fat man, this is really angry."
Several guards stared pitifully at Saron. The fat man was still in Zhivadine last time, and the blood-drenched Dardanelle family became the price of that anger.
"Forget it, there will always come!" The fat man looked sullen for a while and took a long breath, seemingly made a decision in his heart, took the whip from the guard, and glared at Saron fiercely. "Go, follow Let me go and see, if something really happened, go back and prepare for the war!"
"I'm relying on it! These cubs!" The fat man walked out of the hotel with indignation, and was taken aback by the sight in front of him. "Who is this so talented! Can the tie be tied like this?"
I saw a few finger-thick twine ropes, and weave more than ten complicated deaths and buckles on the cold girl. It's like a bow on a gorgeous dress. He stretched out from the neck of Bai Zhe, a cold girl. She tied her delicate white and tender hands and feet together, which was like a prey obtained by a hunter, and like a beautiful and gorgeous gift, but it was hanging on the back of a packhorse bought from a villager, and there was a ball in his mouth. Not sure where to find the dirty black rag, the fat man wondered if it was the pub owner who used it to wipe the table.
"Sir, I'm right, if you can run away, that's really a miracle of God!" Saron leaned over with embarrassment in exchange for the fat man's eyes, and quickly said, "This can't blame brothers, you I also saw it. This woman is not a delicate female nobleman, and his strength and skill are not worse than men!"
Seeing the fat man come out, the iceberg beauty's eyes turned red, staring at the fat man fiercely, braving the anger of hatred, with a rag in his mouth. Can only let out a low growl, and his body is struggling like a bounced live fish, and bitterly hates to bite a piece of meat
"What's this about?" The fat man waved his hand angrily. He was so wrong, and the guard behind the boat said, "Release the rope! Give her a horse, how can it be this way. It can't be done." Let people say that we, Samor, don't understand hospitality!" The knife flashed, and the rope on Tyrny's body broke, and Saron inserted the sword back into the scabbard. Tied up and untied, the guy Saron did it smoothly, and typical practice makes perfect.
"Sir, are you not afraid of her running?" Saron followed the fat man and asked in a low voice. The untied Tier beauty ran arrogantly to the front, the elegant and mysterious black robe fluttering in the wind, her flaming body-shaped scale armor in the snow-white world like a beating flame, only a pair of beautiful under the hood Mysterious eyes,
Her unrestrained riding skills allow her to ride a low-quality packhorse, but she is not inferior to the guards who follow behind her. If you raise the four-meter swallowtail long banner representing the kingship, it is almost like the legend. The miracle knight of the Kingdom of Sarand is exactly the same. Everyone can see that this arrogant woman is fighting in her own unique way, and the temperament that is arrogant to the bone is undoubtedly reflected.
"Run?" The fat man smiled irresponsibly. "Although this woman is proud, she is not stupid, and she is also a man with a noble mind. Her glorious family and her noble identity. It is to tie her best yoke,
The fat man paused. "Last night I told her that she would let her go for ransom for ten thousand dollars. I was caught in a hurry to go to Twelve Lianbao than we were, if I guessed right. The Tyr family's resident in Kyoto. It should be I have already started to contact the Tulumande family! The Blade Million coins are only a small amount for the wealthy eastern overlord! Instead of running halfway and being trapped in this blizzard and suffering, it is better to wait for the Tyre family to clean up us "
"Oh, lord, it means that the stupid girl is still waiting for someone to redeem her." Saron suddenly realized, no wonder the fat man was not worried at all. It turned out that the woman had already eaten this woman, Saron; asked "Adult. If that The fool's goods are not right
"Aren't you nonsense?" The fat man sprayed Saron with an angry face and spitting stars, patting the infantry crossbow of the horse across the weapon slot with his hand. "There is this thing. Even if I ran out of three hundred meters, I shot her down with one arrow. "Seeing Saron feel the cold behind his neck. "This fat man, it's too evil! It's a real enemy of men, a natural enemy of women!"
The snowstorm last night turned the Twelve Lien Fort into a white world. A month ago, this was still the battlefield where the two armies fought, and now it has become an important checkpoint for Samor to control the north-south traffic. The fat man waved his whip, and the horseshoe broke the thin ice on the road. In the distance, the black noble army captives were busy with the heat.
Saron was right, the noble army building the road was indeed very enthusiastic, the genius had just cleared up, and there was a bunch of east. The clusters of noble army captives in the west, like hardworking ants, came out of the temporary houses and were led by the foremen selected one by one. The thick snow layer was ripped apart, and the thick frozen ground was crushed by the crude hammer in the captive's hands, shouting through the sky, dumping the broken stones into the pits of the frozen ground, and then moving with four horses The heavy round stones in the chaos are compacted. Such procedures need to be applied continuously for three to four times, so that the repaired road is not only smooth but also not easy to collapse.
Horse-drawn carriages transporting crushed stone materials endlessly flow between Shangdao and nearby quarry sites on the cliffs. There are almost no Samor guards on the whole ground. There are only one or two teams of patrols carrying things in the outer circle. In many cases, the Samor is only responsible for carrying food and tools. It is more like a guard to protect the construction site than a guard. Bing.
The captives were informed on the first day of work. Escape is meaningless. Samor conducts a census every year. Those who are not officially registered will be taken away. If they are deserters or other unidentified people on the battlefield, the originally allocated land will be recovered and all the property They will be confiscated, and people will be expelled from Samor. As long as they work for another ten days, they will be able to obtain Samor’s legal identity. Not only can they be allocated to the land, but they can also be stunned by a gold coin. Sober, idiots will run away now.
"Who is the commander of the Twelve Lienburg Squadron?" the fat man asked in a hot construction site. According to this progress, ten days later, the long-awaited northern passage can be officially completed. At that time, he kept the main road. The Twelve Lienburg Squadron was crucial, and Salon strangled the horse by the side. "It should be the kid from Bandak, but the old man from the guard, because the two mountaineering generals were beheaded in the Battle of the Northern Mountain Road. Net was promoted to be the squadron leader of the Twelve Lienbao Squadron"
"It's him, our apple knight." The fat man smiled at the corner of his mouth, showing a lively golden young man in his mind, a very good young man. One of his own close guards, always closely following his right side during battle, holding a mandarin-shaped knight shield seized in the battle of the Sambuga Hills, always playing with fancy knife skills, and most like eating apples, Call yourself the Apple Knight. The fat man's whip pointed to Salon and said, "Go, go to the Twelve Lienburg Squadron!" "Adult!" Bendak's face respectfully paid a military salute to the fat man, and was puzzled by the fat man's personal fortification. Isn't the main force of the legion stationed in the north of the Ceddis fortress? Why did the adult come by himself in the wind? Bandak felt that there was a big event to be born, and the fat man's face was very serious.
"Looking back to adults, strong spearman, saddleman spearman. Crossbowman is clear!" Bandak's body was straight and straight, his body leaned forward slightly, and his voice resounded like a prairie eagle
"Well, very good, immediately send someone to block the intersection of the north and south ends of Twelve Lienbao." The fat man nodded slightly and said to Bandak "Without my order, no matter who is pleading, I will never let a person pass! For any If you pass the barrier, kill them all!
The fat man took another coat of arms from his finger and gave it to the guard behind him, gnashing his teeth.
Ordered the ten thousand garrisons in the new city of Kyoto to come to the Twelve Lien Fort immediately! The mouse knows. It is necessary to pay back when he comes out!
Blizzard hit the Twelve Lien Fort. Tulumend’s heart was as cold as the snow outside.~EbookFREE.me~ As a high-level business alliance, the largest supplier of cloth trade in Kyoto, this time urgently mobilized a large number of cotton clothes , Almost leaving the entire Kyoto warehouse empty. The price of cotton coats skyrocketed several times, which made Tulum End live alive.
"Take a catch! As long as you get a catch, you are enough for this year!" Merchants drive profits, they will take a risk of 100%, and they will take risks of 3%, and they will spare their lives. Tulum Ende is a typical businessman, he explained this with action.
After being received by the Samorian military, Tulum End bought another warehouse officer and secretly used the degraded and inferior cotton clothes to replace the original high-quality cotton clothes and sold them back to Kyoto for sale. Complicated at once, the warehouse officer had already dealt with it, but the little grocer named Gil John had gone to the north and could he find Gil John. It is a big event for the life and death of the Tulumand family.
"Have you found it?" Tulum End stood up from the chair, the chill revealed in his tone, and the terrified mercenaries looked pale. This time, Tulum End personally arrived at twelve. Lianbao came to illustrate the seriousness of this matter.
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