Zakhvoki thoughtfully put down the flask and began to think about how to communicate with the other Cossacks. "This ......," Zakhwagi couldn't help but mutter.

Maybe the question is whether to contact them or not. The stalkers have absolute control over the entire operation, and Zakhwagki can continue to lead the men around the mountains. The problem is that Zakhvoki did not feel that such an operation in itself could bring more security to the Cossacks. Speaking of safety, Zakhwaki felt very unsafe when he faced Dai Zongqian just now, he knew that Dai Zongqian knew what he was doing, even if Dai Zongqian completely held the murderous aura on his body, Zakhwaki did not have the certainty to resist his knife.

A cold knife.

"Show me your knife?" Zakhwagki was completely distracted by this time.

Dai Zongqian did not hesitate to hand the scimitar to Zakhwaki, so refreshing that even Zakhwaki was a little surprised.

The scimitar was very long, about three feet and two inches, the kind of long knife that typical nomads loved, and the soft shark skin sheath had been sharpened to a gray-green color, and it looked very stable. The back of the knife is seven points thick, and the blade is swimming with dragon lines, dark blue, and even a little charming. Such a knife seemed exaggerated in Zakhwagki's hand, but he was reluctant to let it go.

"It's called 'Desert Light Cold.'" Dai Zongqian said, "It's beautiful, right? He didn't mean to be complacent, Da Mo Qinghan is not a famous knife, but that's only because the people who use it are always very cautious, as far as the knife itself is concerned, Dai Zongqian, who has always been conservative, has no doubt that the knife that Lin Yiqing gave him is one of the best knives in the Western Regions.

Zakhwaki gently swam the blade with his thick fingers, and he tried to suppress it, but he couldn't help but let out an admiration.

Dai Zongqian stared at the knife. Whispered to Zakhwaki: "How does it feel to hold it?" ”

"Down-to-earth." Zakhwagi honestly. "I don't think anyone in the world is scary."

A safe knife. In Zakhwaukee's hands, security is Zakhwaukee's. Was it just because he was holding the knife?

Zakhwagi was a smart man, and he immediately understood what Dai Zongqian meant. He thought about it and felt that this safety was not an illusion.

"There's a little difference here. I can give you the knife because I want to trade, not plunder. How you judge this is your business. Next we can talk about trust, which is much more costly! Dai Zongqian explained.

It's almost dawn. The silent sky is undergoing a strange change. Zakhwaki looked out at the thick clouds in the east, where orange and gold lines were scattering, cutting the sky into pieces and igniting them separately. The fire-like clouds soon became scorching, and Zakhwagi could no longer look directly to the east. He put two black lenses over his eyes. Continue to watch the sunrise greedily. In the eyes of others, Zakhwaki now looked like a ridiculous monster, and the growing light allowed them to clearly see Zakhwaukee's heavy ratskin robes, his dirty face, his pouting mouth, and two large black glass pieces on his eyes. But no one wanted to laugh, not everyone understood the discussion between Dai Zongqian and Zakhwauki, but everyone felt the atmosphere of a major event.

Dai Zongqian subconsciously touched the drawings stuffed on his chest, and the drawings drawn on the white silk were already hot.

"What do you want to trade?" Zakhwaki asked.

"Weapons, of course." Dai Zongqian replied.

"What kind of weapon?" Zakhwaki asked again.

Dai Zongqian didn't answer, but looked at the sunrise in the distance.

"What do you want? Muskets? Do you want a cannon? Zakhwaki found that there was an inexplicable trace of grief and sadness in the eyes of this Qianguo man.

"Do you have any?" Dai Zongqian took a deep breath of the morning breeze and calmed down. Turning his head and asking.

"It depends on what style you want." Zakhwagki was increasingly surprised.

"Alright, I'll have to see what you guys look like." Dai Zongqian said quietly.

"Thank you for the wine." Zakhwagi stood up. "Thank you for the knife too, I will relay your request. I'm going to be away for two days, and then I'll come back to you. ”

"Thank you, my friend." Dai Zongqian bowed slightly to the Russians.

On this day, the caravan did not move on.

Dai Zongqian explained to the caravan leader the conversation between him and Zakhwagki, and his expectations were clearly in line with everyone's wishes. Whether or not the Russians will return, the possibility itself is worth the wait of a day or two - they had planned to walk for a month or two, and it would have been a little short. For this kind of long journey, the leader of the horse gang himself has long been suspicious. The time to go back and forth was enough for him to walk between Lanzhou City and Hami several times, but they had to walk endlessly in this old black mountain without moonlight, and if it weren't for the huge profits that the caravan business could bring beyond the imagination of ordinary people, no one would choose to trade with the Cossacks. The caravans carried far more supplies than they traded, if the journey could be cut in half...... Thinking of this, the eyes of the leader of the caravan suddenly lit up like a lamp.

It was also a matter of time, but Dai Zongqian considered a completely different aspect.

He came to the Western Regions this time for only one purpose, that is, to find ironclad evidence that Zuo Jigao killed the soldiers of the Huai Army!

In fact, after he and Liu Chaopei went to the Ryukyus and threw themselves under Lin Yiqing, and told Lin Yiqing about the Battle of Wucheng and Zuo Jigao's appalling crime, Lin Yiqing secretly began to carefully investigate this incident and collect evidence.

And under the fruitful investigation of the ninjas under Lin Yiqing, another related tragedy also surfaced......

Dai Zongqian chose this way to contact the Cossacks who were secretly entrenched in Old Montenegro in order to find the relics of those who died!

Thinking of those subordinates who were brutally killed, Dai Zongqian felt a fire burning in his heart.

Not having the wind is a terrible thing. Dai Zongqian clearly watched as a drop of water on the mouth of the water bag fell to the ground, and the sound of "Z" turned into green smoke rising from the dry ground, and the ground didn't even seem to change color. It's not just water vapor that rises, it's also heat. The world that people see is distorted. The surroundings are constantly wriggling. Horse gangs, shrubs, red sandstone. Only the tall black peaks in the distance are majestic and eternal. On the quiet hills, there is only the shadow of the sun and the sound of quietly moving. A day's rest was a test for the caravan. As they walked under the scorching sun, they gave up their thoughts and just walked indifferently, sweating until darkness came. Anyway, it took many days like that, and no one got any comfort from the fantasy. But this day was different, and they put blankets on the horses to create shade for themselves, but the horses soon ran away into the shadows of the rocks. They tried to hide from the sun in the crevices of the rocky ground, but the sunlight traveled like that, and it always refused to give people time to sleep. "If that Cossack comes back. Maybe that's the end of it. "All the people thought so, and they kept looking at the mountain, and it seemed that Zakhwagi would suddenly jump out of a rock in that direction. The gaze is ineffective, and when people discover this, anxiety begins to gnaw at their hearts like bugs. Someone always ran over and asked Dai Zongqian: "What did you say to that Cossack?" Dai Zongqian felt that he was already as hot as a dead dog, so he replied: "I asked him where he lived, how many people are in the family, and his mother's surname is ......" Looking at the expressions of those men who were first angry and then smiling, Dai Zongqian felt a little happier.

With the exception of only one lad, he asked: "Do you think trading is a good thing for the Cossacks?" ”

"Right?!" Dai Zongqian looked at the hot world. Wiping a handful of sweat, he replied absentmindedly: "No one will have everything, right?" Where are you from? "The guy has a local accent.

"Aksu." The young man replied in Central Plains Mandarin with a strange accent, "I am from Visel. ”

"Oh." Dai Zongqian nodded thoughtfully. "Do you think trading is a good thing?"

"It doesn't matter the deal itself," said the young man, "but I think the Cossacks should live like us, travel in the steppes and deserts of the western frontier like we do, and know people everywhere as we do, instead of fighting like we do......"

"Fighting like we do?" Dai Zongqian couldn't help but smile at the idealism of this young man, "Have you ever seen us kill the Russians or the Russians kill us?" ”

The young man's face flushed: "No, I've only seen Cossacks." They saved my life. We've seen each other kill each other. ”

"What?" Dai Zongqian remembered the bloody case created by Zuo Jigao, and his heart suddenly became heavy.

"I've also seen the Western Expedition fight the Aguba Hui bandits, but it's not a pleasant experience......" The young man recalled the past, his expression a little gloomy: "So I think the Cossacks are very good, so, they, in short, ......"

Dai Zongqian expressed his understanding with his eyes: "I hope so too, Mu Jizi." Since you said you were saved by them, maybe you could tell me what happened to them. ”

The young man stared at him dumbfounded, until Dai Zongqian picked up his belt head embroidered with small green letters and showed it to him.

When the night of the third day came, Zakhwagki did not return. The caravan was silent around the campfire, and even the pack horses seemed to smell the uneasiness, neighing one after another, and dusting the ground with their hooves. Dai Zongqian played with the small silver wine jug in his hand, and his scimitar rested horizontally on his lap. The leader of the horse gang was much more nervous than Dai Zongqian, and he patrolled the camp over and over again, guarding against some dangers that he could not understand. The night wind whistled strangely as it cut through the bushes, making the black shadows of the high and low jump with joy. Only Mu Jizi sat on a big stone with his knees crossed, looking carefree, and Dai Zongqian beckoned him: "Sing us a song of the Vimel tribe!" Everyone looked at Mujiz in amazement, as he cleared his throat and began to sing in a strange low voice. It was a song in the Vicelian language, and many people in the caravan could understand it.

"My love for you is like a glass of fine wine, dear sweetheart, please accept it, the eagle on the Tianshan Mountain, will only circle, do not fly over the top of the mountain, dear you surround me and do not want to leave, my love, your flowers and moon always attract me, I am singing for you, please accept my glass of wine, drinking it will surely make you drunk......"

Just as Mujiz finished singing, Zakhwagi suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Come with me! The leader wants to see you. Zakhwaki walked straight to Dai Zongqian and said loudly.

It took only six days for the caravan to reach their destination, of course. Before entering the valley. Everyone, including Dai Zongqian, was blindfolded. Led by a new group of Cossacks, when they lifted the mask, they all saw themselves in a place with flowers and trees, but they still could not imagine such a beautiful valley in the reckless mountains.

The Cossacks looked at the shocked expressions of the caravan men, and they also showed a little pride. The refreshing breeze that passed through people's sweaty hair was still faintly flowing with a clear and sweet singing voice. Unlike the low songs that Mujizi sang, the singing voice was soft and cheerful. Full of anticipation.

After arriving at their destination, the caravans were busy doing business with the Cossacks, and Dai Zongqian was led by Zakhvoki to the Cossack chieftain here.

Although he had seen many Russians, this time Dai Zongqian was still taken aback when he saw the Cossack leader.

This person was not only two heads taller than him, but also twice as wide horizontally as he was, which could almost fit Dai Zongqian in its entirety. He was wearing a leather robe made of a whole white bear's skin - the whole person gave Dai Zongqian the feeling of a bear.

The Cossack leader stroked the scar on his face and stared at Dai Zongqian, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"You're here to buy weapons?" The Cossack leader asked in a proficient Central Plains official dialect.

"Yes." Dai Zongqian bowed slightly to the Cossack leader and replied.

"I heard you're going to buy cannons?"

"Yes."

"How do you know we have cannons?"

"Because you've sold it before."

"How do you know?"

"I listen to what other people say."

The Cossack leader slowly got up. came to Dai Zongqian's face.

"That was a long time ago. We have long stopped supplying artillery to the Qianguo army, and the Qianguo army only needs us food. The Cossack leader's gaze seemed to be about to pierce Dai Zongqian.

"Oh." Dai Zongqian met his gaze.

"You know. Most of the artillery used by the Qianguo army is garbage (mountain splitting artillery?). There were only a few real guns, but all were bought from Germany and France. They never bought artillery from us. The Cossack leader looked at Dai Zongqian, "You are a general of the Qianguo, you should know these situations." ”

Hearing the Cossack leader say the word "general", Zakhvoki on the side could not help but be taken aback.

"I'm not a general." Dai Zongqian said calmly.

"Hehe, don't laugh at my eyesight, Your Excellency, maybe you weren't now, but you used to, definitely yes." The Cossack leader returned to his seat, "What exactly do you want to do when you come to me?" Does the Qianguo government intend to take back this place? ”

Hearing this sentence of the Cossack leader, several Cossacks around him drew their pistols and aimed them at Dai Zongqian.

"The imperial court doesn't know about this place and your existence at all, and it has no plans to use soldiers, so you can rest assured." Dai Zongqian said calmly, "The purpose of my coming here is just to find something. ”

Hearing Dai Zongqian's answer, doubts flashed in the eyes of the Cossack leader.

"What are you looking for?" The Cossack leader waved his hand and motioned for his men to put away their guns.

"Two cannons, the German-made Krupp camp guns used by the Qianguo army, they were once placed in a camp, but that camp was slaughtered by their own people for unknown reasons, and all the two hundred cavalry guarding the camp were killed, and these two cannons were blown up by their families before they died, and their remnants should be with you now." Dai Zongqian said, his voice was a little choked.

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