Witt left the affairs of the stockade to Banderni, took three thousand dinars, packed them on a donkey cart, and set out with Rum and fifteen others in the direction of the Wacha Ze. Because the soldiers defending the city might be inspected when entering the city, Witt hid the dinar at the bottom of the chest, on which were some pottery and other utensils looted from the caravan. The guards of the cottage who went with them were also dressed as caravan guards, because the robbers' costumes were too conspicuous and were easily recognized by the soldiers defending the city. But the cottage guards dressed in caravan guards can't ride horses, which is a bit awkward anyway, but only this choice is reasonable, after all, the group is armed with weapons.

Wittur didn't get too entangled, and the group soon appeared into the wide field, in harmony with the beautiful scenery of nature, forming a beautiful landscape. The area outside Fesden is just as beautiful, with blue skies, clear river water, and earthy air in between, which pours into people's chests and gives people an endless aftertaste. From time to time, a herd of antelopes appeared in the field, looking at the new unidentified creatures on the horizon from afar. The antelope looked at the creatures curiously, but did not dare to approach until the group disappeared from view.

As he got farther and farther away from the central village of Fesdena, Witt discovered that Fesdena was not the only gathering place where people lived, and in some wild fields, there were also small houses of hunters or small farms built by a dozen peasants. Here, they don't have to be exploited by the lords, they don't have to pay grain taxes, and they naturally live a relatively well-fed life, but instead, they lack more security. The presence of robbers and bandits, or the desertion of the past, can bring them ruin.

When Witt and his party approached the farms with the donkey carts, the farmers on the farms had long since closed their doors and disappeared, and they were clearly hiding from Witt's uninvited guests. In fact, Witt just wanted to buy them some necessities on the road and improve the food of the cottage brothers, nothing more.

Since the peasants did not welcome Witt and his party, Witt had no choice but to give up and did not do anything excessive because of this. The group continued to march forward, all the way over the mountains and mountains, and when they came to the top of a mountain, they had already walked forty or fifty kilometers away, and they were already hungry and thirsty, and the sun was gradually moving westward, and it was pouring its afterglow on the ground.

"Village master, there is a village not far from the bottom of the mountain ahead, why don't we rest there for the night?" Rum suggested to Witt.

Witt was worried that the sudden appearance of the group in the village might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, and since the group was already bandits from Shuangfeng Village, a conflict with the guards in the village ahead would make the trip meaningless. In the end, Witt decided that the team would light a fire in the mountains tonight and rest for the night, taking turns patrolling. There was nothing to do that night, and the night was together.

The next day, the group set off early in the direction of the Wacheze of the Rizawaze. In fact, the village that Witt and his party saw on the top of the hill last night was Vizan, and the lord of the territory, Rudi Boye, was the murderer of the attack on Warisi Enboye. Not far east of Vizan is the Zhiva Cheze.

The arable land in the area from Vizan to Zhiwacheze is obviously much better than in the Fisdena area, and the number of caravans encountered on the road has increased significantly, and from time to time there will be patrolling Zhiwacheze cavalry, but they are not suspicious of Witt and his party, but it can also be guessed that the number of bandits in this area is definitely less than that in the Fesdena area.

Along the way, the road became wider and wider, and the number of caravans became more and more numerous, and there were as many as four or five caravans on the road in half a day. As the city approached, the road began to change from a dirt road to a stone brick road, and the speed of the donkey cart increased significantly, which brought a lot of convenience to the team.

There are also large and small caravans, and there are only a dozen people in a small caravan like Witt, and some larger caravans have as many as forty or fifty people, many of which are well-equipped and not inferior to the mercenary infantry, mercenary cavalry, and mercenary crossbowmen of the regular army. The large caravan escorted as many as a dozen or twenty donkey carts, with an estimated value of tens of thousands of dinars. It seems that these big businessmen are estimated to have a lot of money, otherwise it would be impossible to afford such a large mercenary army.

The tall city wall of the day tile car appeared far on the horizon, and the caravans, pedestrians, and patrols on the road gradually increased, and there were large wheat fields outside the city wall, which were endless, like a vast ocean, as far as the eye could see. There are countless houses outside the city walls, although some are dilapidated, but they are many times better than the dilapidated thatched huts of Fested, and the visual conflict brought by the scale effect gives people a sense of the extraordinary of a big city.

As the city wall gradually rose, Witt could feel beyond the line of sight when he looked at the top of the city wall, and his cervical spine became extremely sore, and he had to give up the "competition" with the city wall. There were four or five guards standing at the gates of the city, keeping an eye on the pedestrian and vehicular traffic. Every vehicle entering and leaving the vehicle is checked, and if illegal items are found, the vehicle is confiscated and the trafficker is sent to jail. There were many pedestrians at the city gates, and it was very congested, and from time to time you could hear some people shouting that their money bags had been stolen. But the flow of people was so large, and no one could see who had stolen the money bag, and the guards had no way to find out, so they had no choice but to stop it.

Witt and his party followed some other caravans and tried to sneak into the city.

"Stop! Where did it come from? What's in the car? Open it up and take a look! The gate guards were willing to let Witt and his party go so easily, and immediately shouted.

"Sir, it's full of ceramic items, look at it." Witt explained in a tactful tone as he instructed the others to open the box for the guard to see, and secretly shoved the guard five dinars.

The guard saw that Witt was honoring himself, and although five dinars was not a lot, he could still drink a few glasses of wine in the tavern. Moreover, there were indeed some ceramics and other utensils on Witt's road car, and the soldiers did not say much, but only told Witt and his party not to cause trouble in the city, and then let Witt and his party pass into the city.

Witt immediately smiled and saluted the soldier defending the city, and at the same time urged Rum and the others to hurry up and pull the donkey cart into the city and not stay where they were. Everyone immediately suppressed the tension in their hearts, let go of the hand that quietly clenched the hilt of the sword, decisively and quickly pulled up the donkey cart, and mixed with the crowd entering and leaving the city gate in a panic, rushing towards the bustling crowd in the city.

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