Iron helmets like scimitars and pot lids, and sleeveless and open pikan shoulders even when the temperature is high during the day, many people in Xiluo Pass are dressed similarly.

Generally taller than the Han people, different from the ethnic groups in later generations, mainly Caucasians, some of them have obvious Xiongnu signs.

Aryans, Persians, and Romans can all be seen here, and in addition to dirty men, there are also women who either cover their faces with gauze or plaster their faces.

"Poof~" The sharp blade cut through the flesh, and in the sound of blood spurting, a lean man fell to the ground holding his throat.

"Hahaha! Borg, your knife is still so fast. The passage of life was exchanged for laughter in the street, and a strong man in half-body scale armor put away the long sword in his hand, and his companions complimented and joked about him.

The broad-edged sword, brown skin and sunken eye sockets made Liu Cang look at the other party twice.

The strong man cautiously glanced at Liu Cang and the others, avoiding eye contact, took out a piece of jerky from the cloth bag on his waist, and shook his hand on the person he hacked to death.

An ordinary brawl in Xiluo Pass has nothing to do with Liu Cang.

The strong man laughed with a few people around him and left, and a few half-sized children rushed out of the street, one of them quickly snatched the jerky from the dead man, and the other boys stopped stupidly, and the kid who snatched the jerky dragged the dead body away from the street with a snort.

"These are the inhabitants of the col, and no one cares about outsiders dueling here, but it's better not to kill the locals. The jerky is the reward for these boys to collect their bodies, and when they kill people, the things on those people must also remain in the col. Ma Yunlu frowned slightly and explained to Liu Cang.

"It's a no-brainer." Liu Cang chuckled.

"So usually outsiders don't kill people in the col, and even if there is any enmity, they will fight outside the col. Just now, those guards who were either caravans or mercenaries from Qiuzi probably didn't look down on what was on that person. Ma Yunlu explained.

The clanging of iron and the sound of a harp resounded through the streets, the blacksmiths were not far from the brothels, and on the right side of the street was a row of houses, and on the left was a horse farm-like fence with some cattle for sale and some wagons full of goods.

Liu Cang and the others were looking for a place to rest, and while he came out to cultivate a relationship with the little sister of the Ma family this time, he also wanted to find an area suitable for stocking Xunmenglong.

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It's just that halfway through, I heard that there were armed horse bandits in Qiuzi's side, so I turned here to find out the situation.

The composition of the horse bandits in the Western Regions is more complicated, and the mercenaries of the Western Regions are involved here.

The mercenaries here have a wide range of businesses, from the armies of various countries to helping people collect debts, from assassin killers to helping people drive away wandering wolves.

And they will accept the caravan's employment and become the caravan's guards. When no one hires them, they will turn into horse bandits and run away to rob houses.

Silence and chaos are the main themes of the Sand Sea Desert, and Qiuzi can be regarded as the most powerful of the Western Regions Cities.

It is the main iron production area in the Western Regions, and it is also an important town in the northern Taklamakan Desert of the Silk Road.

However, at this stage, the various religions of Qiuci had not yet flourished, the Uighurs in the west did not come, and the Buddhists in the east had already been plagued by Liu Cang and Cao Cao.

Qiuci has a population of more than 100,000 and more than 30,000 mercenaries, even if there are ordinary horse bandits, if there are large-scale armed horse bandits here, it must be inseparable from Qiuci.

And Liu Cang has actually been thinking about Qiuzi for a long time, but he has never found a chance to attack this city that has repeatedly jumped between the Han and the Xiongnu.

In Liu Cang's view, the Western Regions Protectorate can completely divide the troops into Qiuci and Wulei, so that even if 100,000 permanent troops are maintained, they should be able to achieve self-sufficiency by relying on Tuntian and livestock, and they can save the consumption of transporting a large number of materials to this side.

Of course, worry about it, did he say this? He's just here to see what's going on.

"Master Jun, please dine, good mutton and wine. The horses are tied to our house, and no one dares to touch them. In front of the inn-sized restaurant, the tanned black and red Xiao Er stepped forward to lead Liu Cang's horse, but was stopped by Dafu's war horse.

Xiao Er's Chinese is relatively lame, probably because a hussar army has been here, Xiao Er judged that Liu Cang was a senior official of the Han army from Dafu, who was covered with a stomach, and was stopped by Dafu, Xiao Er's eyes were brighter, and he took a few steps back with a humble smile.

Liu Cang and Ma Yunlu turned off the war horses, Sifu guarded half a step in front of Liu Cang, and Dafu tied three war horses into the manger in front of the inn, and the horses were tied here, obviously indicating that several people were not ready to stay in the inn for a long time.

Xiao Er led Liu Cang and a few people into the store, probably because there is often wind and sand, the sand and dust in the store is quite heavy, and the overall senses.

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How to say it. Black shop.

Well, that's right, the first glance at the store is indeed best described as a black store.

Xiao Er is diligent, and although the tables and chairs in the point are old, they are also clean. However, in addition to the repair marks of those tables and chairs, there are obviously many knife marks.

There is no reason to see on the hard floor, but you can still see the black and red traces of blood splashed on the walls of the store.

There are several tables of guests sitting in the store, and the guests present are holding knives and sticks one by one, like Liu Cang, who only has a sword hanging from his waist, which definitely belongs to the Sven people.

When Liu Cang and a few people entered the store, almost everyone in the store subconsciously looked at a few people.

And Xiao Er led Liu Cang and a few people to a table, and a strong man who was nearly two meters tall and had a centipede-like hideous scar on his face came to Liu Cang.

"Guest, what do you want?" The strong man spoke roughly.

"The shopkeeper?" Looking at the scars on the strong man's face, Liu Cang asked.

"Huh?" The strong man frowned.

"Ahem, roast a sheep, and blanch some wine and food." Liu Cang coughed dryly.

The strong man looked at a few people, focusing on Ma Yunlu with the veil and Dafu Sifu with a stomach, as if confirming Liu Cang's ability to pay, and then didn't speak again, turned around and left.

"Looking at the posture in this store, I thought there would be a glamorous and coquettish proprietress here." When the strong man left, Liu Cang muttered softly, shouldn't all black shops be equipped with a girl who eats away her soul?

"Giggles, what are you talking about? The Western Regions are chaotic, the men here are rough and tight, ordinary women have to smear mud to cover their faces, and those in better conditions will also wear veils, except for brothels, you can't see beauties. Ma Yunlu hugged the flying bear in his arms and smiled.

"Oh, then why didn't this woman cover her face?" Looking at the other tables of customers in the store, I saw a long-haired woman with a bare foot and a short skirt and a light veil covering only her chest walking towards their table.

Liu Cang didn't care about the woman, and he spoke casually. There are five tables of customers in the store, three tables with a wicked smile and vulgarity, and some mercenaries in rudimentary armor are seated. The two tables mostly wore cloth clothes, and behaved more like a business trip.

One of the two tables of business travel was brown-haired and blue-eyed, and after a cursory look at Liu Cang and the others, he stopped paying attention to it for a while, and ate and drank by himself.

The other table was all Han Chinese, and the leader looked at Liu Cang carefully, his eyes flashing with doubt and surprise.

"Get out of here!" Ma Yunlu's scolding suddenly sounded in his ears.

Liu Cang retracted his gaze and looked at the barefoot woman who was only four or five steps away from him.

Liu Cang looked at the woman, and saw that she didn't care about Ma Yunlu's scolding at all, brushed off her long golden brown wavy hair, and actually shook a wink at Liu Cang.

"How?" Liu Cang asked Ma Yunlu.

"It was a slave girl, and the shackles around her neck had been replaced with embroidery, indicating that she had won the trust of her master with all her heart. If she gets entangled with you, I'm afraid her master will use this as an excuse to demand money from you. Ma Yunlu explained.

"Huh, Immortal Jump?" Liu Cang Yile looked at the table of mercenaries when the woman came.

"Heh, this woman is pleasing to my eyes." Daifuku took off his visor and looked the barefoot woman up and down, and Liu Cang's smile stiffened on his face.

Dafu gave birth to a baby to Liu Cang, but one thing has never changed, this girl still likes girls, although at this time may be dissatisfied with the other party's reasons for provocation, but Liu Cang is still a little grateful for her tone.