Seeing that the two retainers were stunned in place, Ou Chen indifferently pulled out the AA-level firearm spider needle, a weapon with a highly poisonous bullet, he aimed it at the retainers, and said cruelly: "Within three seconds, I want to see the result." ”

After a moment of hesitation, the retainers finally made up their minds, if they disobeyed Ou Chen now, they would die immediately, but Leng Kite was still in the north, and the whip was out of reach.

After beating Lu Changqing, it's a big deal to pack up your things at night and run away secretly, find a place to hide, with their strength, can't they have a nourishing little day?

One retainer locked Lu Changqing's neck and didn't let her move, and the other was ruthless and pumped it with full strength.

...

"This weather, lightning and thunder, is really scary." On the city wall of Sanjiangyuan, an old defender sat bored on the ground, exposed to the ultraviolet rays of the plateau all the year round, his skin was tanned yellow, and his loose eyelids were also a little inverted. ”

Next to the old defender, a very young soldier stood upright, his posture meticulous, in stark contrast to the lazy veteran, and he said earnestly: "Someone has to do it, but it just happens to be our turn." ”

"Hahaha, fart! It's not because Lao Tzu offended those dog bureaucrats, they formed gangs one by one, and if they were not loyal to them, they would wear your little shoes. The old defender lay on the ground, leaning on his back, looking like a soldier, and said with a big grin, "Boy, in the Sanjiangyuan army, there are only a few leading factions, who are you going to be loyal to in the future?" ”

The soldier's gaze was fixed on the distance, and he said meticulously: "I am loyal to the country." ”

"Fuck you, patriotic ideological education is stupid, right? The state threw you in this ravine, just because it thinks you are useless, and lets you eat here and wait for death! You are loyal to the country, and in the eyes of the country, a big-headed soldier like you is not even a hanging hair. The old defender laughed loudly, but no matter what he said, the little soldier still looked into the distance, like a most loyal guard, unwavering.

Seeing this, the old defender's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "By the way, what's your name?" ”

"Ye Feng."

The old defender laughed: "Why don't you add a word at the end, just call Ye Madman to forget it." ”

Ye Feng explained seriously: "It's the wind of a strong wind, not the wind of a madman. ”

The old defender snorted, took off his military hat, touched his head and said, "You don't have any humor, I can't talk to you." ”

At this time, the observer in the distance rang the bell and shouted, "Hey, there's someone down there, you two go and see." ”

"Anyway, what's going on?" The old defender cursed twice, got up from the ground, and walked down the city wall with Ye Feng to the iron gate of the gate.

On the other side of the iron gate, there was a caravan waiting outside, all the carriages were draped in linen, and the size was more than twenty people, all dressed in overcoats, and they were dusty.

The old defender asked casually, "What are you doing?" ”

"Brother Bing, you're in business." At the front of the convoy, a leader walked up and expertly put his two hands through the cracks in the iron gates, holding a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other.

"Yo, it's pretty good!" The old defender trotted up, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and after the other party lit it, he took a deep breath and said in surprise, "Wori is a good man, this taste, the old China of the old era?" ”

The leader of the caravan leaned forward awkwardly, secretly stuffed the red cigarette box through the crack in the iron gate, and snickered: "A few days ago, I passed by an abandoned city and found it in the ruins of a supermarket. This box should be our brothers' filial piety! ”

"Be a man!" The old defender gave a thumbs up and walked to the control room not far away, saying that he was about to open the door.

"Wait!" Ye Feng stopped the old defenders, looked at the caravan leader suspiciously, and said, "Is there a pass?" Let me see. ”

"Oops! I feel distressed when I talk about it! The leader of the caravan showed a look of hatred for iron and steel, slapped himself twice in the face, and said with a sad face, "The sandstorm two days ago delayed us, otherwise we wouldn't have arrived at Sanjiangyuan now, and we have lost a lot of goods along the way. ”

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, you can't enter the city without a pass." ”

The caravan leader looked at the old defender with a confused expression, and said hesitantly: "Brother Bing, this..."

"Hey, hey, it's almost there." The old defender stuffed the cigarette case into his pocket, pulled Ye Feng aside, and educated him, "The caravan ran out from afar, and you drove it away, why are you so ruthless?" ”

Ye Feng lowered his voice and said, "Aren't you afraid that these are bad people?" ”

"Tsk, now that the strongest soldiers in the country are in Sanjiangyuan, which stupid villains will run here and get tired of it?" The old defender scolded and scolded, saying that he was about to open the door, "If something really happens, there will be a master to take care of it, it's not our turn to worry, that's all." ”

Ye Feng stopped the old defenders: "No, we can't take this risk, what happens is our dereliction of duty." ”

The old defender rolled up his sleeves impatiently: "Hey, why are you looking for a pump?" ”

Ye Feng ignored the threat of the old defenders and said to the caravan leader, "What goods are you transporting?" Lift the cloth and take a look. ”

"Okay!" The leader of the caravan lifted the linen, and saw that the slaughtered cattle and sheep were placed on the wagons, which should have been preserved, and were as tender as if they had just been killed.

The leader of the caravan took another jar of wine, and when he opened it, the aroma of wine suddenly overflowed the aisle, and he sneered: "Second brother, the best grassland mare's milk wine!" ”

"I'll be a good girl." For low-level soldiers like the old defenders, ordinary cigarettes and alcohol are already the ultimate luxury, not to mention the old China in the old era, and now it is the best mare's milk wine in the grassland, he subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but found that the wine jar could not pass through the iron gate.

The old defender immediately said solemnly: "Boy, it's usually up to you, but now don't do anything bad to me!" Do you hear that? ”

"Wait!" Seeing that the old defender ran to the control room again, Ye Feng stopped him loudly, and then looked at the cart of cattle and sheep, as well as the milky white mare's milk wine, and said suspiciously, "You just said that the convoy suffered a sandstorm and lost the pass?" ”

The caravan leader nodded: "Brother Huibing's words, that's the case." ”

"Since there is a sandstorm, it means that you have come from the desert. The meat products that take the desert route are all air-dried to prevent spoilage, and your cattle and sheep are as tender as freshly slaughtered, can they survive the desert climate? Ye Feng knocked on the iron gate, looked at the jar of mare's milk wine and said, "And this milk wine, the milk fragrance is so good, the mare's milk content is quite high, right?" You don't see any refrigeration and storage equipment in this fleet, just put it outside, can it not deteriorate? ”

The old defender was not a fool, and when he heard such details, he also paid attention to it, and said to the caravan leader: "Dude, this is not deliberately embarrassing you, tell us about the specific situation, I will make a record, and then I can report to the superiors." ”