Yu Qian sat cross-legged on the top of the carriage's cargo trough, holding a straw pulled out of the cargo trough, squinting and observing the sunset. It's like an old farmer who has settled down and is estimating how much grain will be harvested in the field this year.

The convoy was still surrounded by a large number of Duchy knights, and the Orilinger Shaman and the others were advancing about a kilometer in front of the convoy as strikers and scouts.

The convoy was not driven by a driver, but the faithful and reliable heavy horses still kept their heads bowed meekly, dragging the heavy wagons with force that could almost crush the bluestone of the width of a palm.

Heavy horses, though for the most part, are docile, but it is impossible to transport them over long distances without the control of a coachman, while keeping them in line. What's more, the six-wheeled carriages that were towed and started had a load of twenty-five tons each. If no one pulls the brakes, it is impossible to stop with just four heavy horses.

Therefore, on the sixty carriages, there were sixty Yu Qian who looked like old peasants sitting cross-legged. The movements are the same, the expressions are unified, and they can pull the reins and pull the brakes.

Yes, in order to smoothly transport the seeds to Fort Grant, Yu Qian did not hesitate to use magic to mirror up hundreds of his own real images, most of them went to drive, and the rest lurked in the carriage waiting for the blind thief to come and send him to death.

In fact, there are many high-level martial artists in the Nether who have such a trick as a mirror clone. The reason why he used divine magic was only because most of the mirror doppelgangers of mortals were phantoms—only an appearance. It's hard to even move, let alone pull the reins and pull the brakes. Therefore, Yu Dashen's servant can only do it himself, form a team by himself, and by the way, he has to bear the final internal guard work of the team.

Impulsiveness is the devil.

Yu Qian didn't seem to think that this job could be boring, and watching the sunset in the convoy alone in a daze was better than waiting endlessly. Especially the place where it had been waiting before, there was only darkness and dead silence. Now that I have a true god to serve, I can often come to the lower realm to do something. Yu Qian was actually about to laugh. Just do something.

The convoy had traveled for three days in a row, and counting the half-day trip that met Goodman, they had already traveled three and a half days. Yu Qian didn't need to rest, and the assassins and knights of the principality could barely support it. But the heavy pullers simply couldn't support such a long continuous march. The team could only walk and stop according to the physical strength of the brutes. While progress is faster than expected, there is still more than half the way to go. Fortunately, there is no shortage of places to rest on the road. Especially after the next day, there were almost no convoys and merchants on the road, and the news of the thick fog near Fort Grant had already spread throughout the empire. However, there were no grain merchants in the Sibrous Empire, which was dominated by animal husbandry and fishing, to deliver grain to Fort Grant - they had to bring their own forage on the way, and when they arrived at Fort Grant, there was a possibility that the Duchy would forcibly expropriate grain because of the impending famine, which was too risky and a bit more than worth the loss.

Although there are occasionally some businessmen who are bold or dream of getting rich overnight drive along the road, Yu Qian really has never encountered any of them. On the contrary, in three days, five or six small thieves who couldn't open their eyes were sent away.

Although Tucson was only a baron, his territory was huge—almost the size of a typical county. Although the towns in the realm that can provide taxes are far less than those of the county, they are rich in mineral resources. With the output of several large mines, Tucson armed a standing army of up to 2,000 men. However, as soon as Tucson died, except for those who were wiped out, the rest were basically rolled up and ran away. The senior officers who had been dug up from among the veterans of the empire ran especially fast - the people who paid the salaries were dead, so why should they continue to work hard? The officers played an exemplary role, and the small soldiers below ran faster, and they did not get full pay anyway, and they always had to mix half or even seventy percent of the bran or jerky as their salary. Even the remaining 30 percent are mostly the worst-condition, low-quality silver coins that you need to buy in the market with three pieces to top a silver coin of normal condition.

I couldn't get a few dollars in the first place, and I had to discount the price of things to buy. These big men were already full of resentment, just waiting for an opportunity to smash the profiteers' stalls outside—but they didn't have the courage to settle accounts with the officers who had withheld their salaries.

Who knew that before he had time to smash the stall, the lord was pierced into a hedgehog. The officers ran away at once. The rest of the big-headed soldiers, you look at me, and I look at you. I didn't hold back a fart. I still stay in the barracks and don't dare to go out - if I leave the barracks without permission, I will hang myself alive on the flagpole. As a result, after the lord was killed, the other lords in the territory seemed to be busy fighting for power with each other to find a backer, but they forgot about the two thousand soldiers who stayed in the barracks. So much so that the supply of the barracks was completely cut off.

After killing the last edible cow, the big-headed soldiers completely dismissed their intention to stay behind, even if they were hung on the flagpole, they had to eat first. It's a pity that the delay was too long, and the vendors who were doing business around the barracks had already seen the situation and ran away. The big-headed soldiers who rushed out of the barracks with a determination to die did not hit a single stall.

The weapons in the barracks were braised by a spoonful of officers who ran away, and the big-headed soldiers who didn't even have weapons suddenly scattered. However, when I came to serve as a soldier, I registered my family's information. Now no one cares about it, but if one day those noble lords remembered that there was a group of big-headed soldiers in the ravine, they would have run away a long time ago. Even if you hide in your home, you will inevitably be taken away and hanged. It's better to huddle together and hide in the mountains and old forests to be bandits - at least they don't die so quickly, do they?

Since then, there has been an additional bandit occupying the mountain forest in the Xiaocang Mountain in Baron Tucson's southern territory.

In addition to reclaiming the mountains and forests, the bandits also fully carried forward the professional spirit of doing one line and loving one line, starting with holding wooden sticks, and it didn't take long to sweep away the surrounding bandits' nests.

On this day, the big-headed bandits were practicing in a queue in the open space that had just been opened. Although those imperial officers were greedy for life and afraid of death, their requirements for soldiers were excessive. The queue practice continues every day, and the practice of martial arts is even more every day. Although the big-headed soldiers who have been training for more than three years have fought out of the barracks and the Wuthering Mountains, how can their original habits be so easy to change? People who have been trained at high intensity cannot suddenly do nothing and do nothing -- they will not be able to stand it. So the bandits, under the leadership of the elected leader, will continue to live tomorrow no different from the barracks. It's just that now they dare to smash the profiteers' stalls.

"Team up!" Under the spired log wall according to the layout of the barracks, a short bandit sweating profusely rushed to the training playground with a shout, "It's a big deal......!

"Soldier, watch your behavior!" Although the uniform on his body was a little dirty, the young man who was called the team leader still wore an unconventional outfit. Even the ceremonial buckle under the neckline is meticulously fastened. He looked at the short bandit who ran in front of him, holding his knees and gasping for breath with a serious face, and asked, "What happened to the deputy team?"

"Vice-team, they ......" The short bandit hadn't even breathed yet, and when he heard the team's question, he subconsciously stood upright, saluted and shouted, "The deputy team participated in Lord Goodman's lecture and was killed!"

"What?" After all, it was a professional soldier who had cleared up the surrounding bandits and had seen blood on his hands, and the team's eyes were glaring, and a murderous aura spread, "What's the matter?"

The short bandit had gone with the side team to receive a lecture from Goodman. After Goodman contacted the bandits through the thieves of the Invisible Water, he promised fifty tons of grain as a reward and asked him to join in the attack on the convoy. Xiao Cangshan, who was suffering from the problem of food shortage, almost did not hesitate at all, and agreed to Goodman's request. A deputy team and several of the elected leaders were sent to discuss the specific ambush. Unexpectedly, the group of bandits who failed to retreat after the ambush attracted Yu Qian, Olinger and others to chase and kill, and by the way, they also killed the deputy team who went to the meeting. And the short one is really a little lucky, when the deputy team and others had a meeting with Goodman, he happened to have a bad stomach, and he didn't dare to disturb the business of the deputy team and others. So he slipped out two miles with his stomach covered and hid in a big tree hole to solve the stomach problem. When he was about to lift his pants and return to the venue, the short man suddenly noticed a group of figures flying overhead, and the leader was still carrying a huge empty iron cage in his hand. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, only to find that the figures stopped in the distance, neatly threw off the cloak behind them, waved their hands downward, and then dropped a piece of human heads.

One of them is the head of the deputy team.

The short one was so frightened that he almost forgot to breathe, and sat back, and sat down with the hot filth that had just been expelled. From afar, I watched as the figures flew up and down again. The short man cowered in the hollow of the tree, covering his mouth and shaking like chaff for a long time before he realized what he was seeing. Seeing that those killing gods should have gone far, they mustered up the courage to crawl over. After identifying them, it was confirmed that three of the heads were indeed their leaders, and the short one gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, digging a shallow pit and burying the three corpses. He took the water and dry food that he had collected from the corpse and rushed back to Xiaocang Mountain overnight.

It's also because those horses are not good at long-distance running, otherwise even if the short one runs to death, it is impossible to rush to the front of the convoy to send the news back to Xiaocangshan.

After hearing the cause and effect, the team gritted their teeth, "Since you killed my brothers, then I want them to pay for their lives!" Come on, gather the brothers, take the guns and go!"