(During the new book, the panda also invites all the great breeders to collect and vote!Only in this way can our carnivorous panda be raised quickly and be sent to the table of all the keepers!)

Two days later, the convoy led by Ye Chun and the large army of the Reading Force led by Na Lun met at the agreed temporary camp.

This place, which is already very close to the farthest warning range of the wooden fort, has begun to have a dangerous atmosphere.

However, for the Reading Force Group with Xiao Hei, such a danger is not worth mentioning.

In the evening, I had dinner.

Ye Chun once again summoned several important high-level members of the reading group, such as Jokov and Naren.

This time, Ye Chun planned to tell them his entire plan, so as to dispel their doubts along the way.

"What would you do if you were a black prisoner and suddenly caught a convoy of forty barrels of black oil in your zone?"

In the temporary tent, Ye Chun stared at the map hanging high, squinted his eyes and asked the group of subordinates gathered around him.

"Then you still need to ask? Of course I studied it, such a suspicious thing!"

Lenk is a straight-hearted person who speaks directly when he thinks of something, so he immediately stood up after hearing Ye Chun's inquiry and said his thoughts out loud.

"That's right!"

Suddenly, Ye Chun's gaze turned around on everyone's face for the next moment, and finally fell on Yozhov's face, who seemed to understand a little, and said in a deep voice: "They have never seen black oil, of course they won't study anything, so they can only bring it back." Don't forget, this is already the warning area of the wooden fort, where do you say they will take him?"

"Wooden Castle, of course!"

It's Lenk again, this usually taciturn guy seems to be coming to his energy today, and his mind is far more sober than usual.

At this time, the eyes of Jorif and Naren were already surprisingly bright, as if they had seen some kind of grand scene.

"Oh my God, I see, they're going to take all these barrels full of black oil to the wooden castle. At that time, we only need to send a few skilled brothers to hide in the mezzanine under the carriage in advance, and then we can follow the carriage into the wooden fort, right? Regiment commander! As long as our people follow the carriage into it, the matter of setting fire will not be easy? It's just that those brothers who set the fire may not be able to get out!"

"You're right, but if you don't send a few people, the target will be too big and easy to expose, and if I'm alone, the chances of success will be much greater!

Smiling and correcting the mistake made in Yorof's words, Ye Chun reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and the whole person exuded an amazing majestic aura.

Well, if you have to add a name to this breath, maybe 'The Eight Spirits' would be a good choice.

At this moment, we were in the wind and rain all the way, and Ye Chun, who came out of the shadow of the sword, finally learned this 'nirvana', allowing his subordinates to see the demeanor of 'them'.

As for the danger, our classmate Ye Chun doesn't care anymore.

Anyway, it's death to wait here, so it's better to risk your life and fight for it.

At least Ye Chun thinks that if he takes action himself, he can have a little more hope.

Others just went, and most of them ended up being a tragedy.

This kind of mentality, Ye Chun, who is used to playing against the wind, is by no means lacking.

Besides, Ye Chun never thought that he would really be so old, with the great blessing of a certain author hiding in the shadows, he would never finish the game so quickly.

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"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

Forty barrels of crude oil were unusually heavy, pulling forty horses to gasp.

This was already the tenth day after Ye Chun and Naren rendezvous.

Just carrying these heavy crude oil to 'dangling' in this area, Ye Chun has been going on for two whole days.

However, this gift that Ye Chun carefully concocted for the black prisoners still did not send it out.

The 'laziness' of the black prisoners in the wooden castle was far more serious than Ye Chun imagined.

Staying in that small dark compartment, Ye Chun, who had been upside down for two days, only felt that his body and bones were about to be shattered.

However, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Because the convoy had now entered the warning range of the wooden castle, Ye Chun didn't know when the enemy would appear, so he could only enter the dark compartment in advance and wait silently.

As for Xiao Hei, he was shut up by him, and he put it on his chest, staring at him silently with his own miserable big eyes.

"Nima's! These black prisoners are so inefficient, it's been more than two days, why haven't they come yet, it's so disrespectful. ”

Cursing secretly in his heart, Ye Chun was thinking about whether to let Yoruof, who led the team, open a gap in the dark to allow him to breathe.

But at this moment, Joroff's slightly nervous trembling voice reached his ears first.

"Commander, the Black Prisoner is here!"

His spirit was immediately lifted, and what Ye Chun felt for the first time was not the nervousness he imagined, but excitement.

This discovery even frightened Ye Chun himself.

When did I become so adventurous?

It's a bit of an egg ache!

Still, he gave instructions quickly, after all, time waits for no one.

"Yoroff, as soon as the black prisoners arrive, you will run away immediately, try to pretend to be flustered, and act like me a little!"

"Don't worry, Captain. We don't need to act this, we're so nervous that we're dying right now! We won't smash it when we run away for a while!"

Jorif smiled wryly outside.

"But what if the Black Prisoners have hounds among them, they're likely to find you. ”

After smiling bitterly, other worries immediately arose, and Joroff's voice was a little dry, obviously the first time he had experienced such a thing, and he was so nervous that he couldn't do it.

However, Ye Chun's affirmative answer made him have a lot of doubts.

Because Ye Chun said: "Don't worry, these black oils smell so bad that people can't stand it when they smell it, not to mention the hounds whose sense of smell is hundreds of times stronger than that of people?

There was not much time, Ye Chun naturally couldn't say anything, and briefly explained some key points to Yoruov, and then turned sideways and lay back.

But in the end, he couldn't help but ask Jozhov one more word.

"Remember to run faster with your brothers in a while, don't let the black prisoners catch up!"

"Don't worry, regimental leader, if you don't do anything else, but it's absolutely no problem to escape!

Outside, Joroff's resolute voice was heard with a slight self-deprecation, followed by the sound of him moving away quickly, apparently the time to evacuate.

Lying flat in the dark mezzanine, Ye Chun quietly waited for the arrival of the black prisoner.

Soon after, Ye Chun's ears heard the unique shouts of the black prisoners, as well as the violent vibration of the carriage coming to a stop.

Clenching his teeth, Ye Chun endured the pain of his body colliding with the dark grid wooden wall, and only prayed in his heart that these frightened war horses could stop a little.

Otherwise, not only will these black oils be dumped and all their previous efforts will be wasted, but even their own lives will be followed by sorrow.

"Squeak !!"

The galloping carriage finally stopped, and then there was the sound of the black prisoners shouting loudly all around, Ye Chun listened carefully, and immediately heard the meaning of these shouts, and secretly relieved himself.

"It's good that everything is evacuated safely, and the rest depends on your luck. The author of that book, boss, don't just write casually, then you'll kill me!"

Fortunately, Ye Chun's worry did not appear, and those black prisoners seemed to really attach importance to these strange black oils when the lid was opened.

Therefore, after the initial period of chaos, our head Ye Chun quickly felt the movement of the carriage again.

At this moment, he clearly knew that his plan was halfway there.

As for the other half, it's up to you.

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