"Are you the men who fight knives on the battlefield?" Master Yan greeted him and smiled flatteringly.

"Left Army. ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, those were not horse thieves, but a well-known idle straggler "Left Army", and the blue flag was their symbol. The left army was not under the jurisdiction of the Son of Heaven or the princes, but was a private gathering of arms. During the reign of King Wen, the Wairong invaded, and a small group of Wairong people roamed the ground throughout the Sanhe region, and it was impossible to prevent it, and the local big families recruited samurai to protect the villages and towns. The Son of Heaven and the princes intended to use these forces to reward them with seals and banners, so that when the left army was at its peak, there were hundreds of left armies on the ground in the Sanhe region. However, after the Wairong people withdrew from the Three Rivers area, the left army became less and less, and the few remaining troops were also doing road protection work, protecting caravans and collecting commissions, occasionally assisting the princes to clear out bandits, getting some bounties, and some secretly doing some horse thieves.

The people who fought knives on the battlefield have been going back and forth on this Gobi, and Master Yan has a little deal with them.

The people who participated in the left army were all samurai who were sloppy and did not hesitate to die, and in the big towns of Chengguo, such people were not worthy to kneel down to shine Master Yan's shoes, but in this Gobi where they relied on courage and strength to eat, Master Yan also had to bow his head.

"Yo, it's Shopkeeper Li, I'm still worried about a horse thief. Zhonglang, who fought on the battlefield, took a golden ticket handed over by Master Yan with a big grin, and Master Yan's meeting gift was a golden ticket of fifty times.

"Master Yan, the shopkeeper of Master Li, is worthy of being a person who does big business, and he can see it as soon as he makes a move!" Li Changwen gave a thumbs up and said to Yang Bai, feeling that he could follow Master Yan all the way, and his face was bright.

Yang Bai didn't care about Master Yan's side at all, and across the head, the young man with the bow turned over and dismounted with difficulty.

"What's so nice about a young man? If you want to see it, you can see the big guys. Li Changwen said in his mouth, but he couldn't help but follow Yang Bai.

He was stunned for a moment, and understood why Yang Bai was looking at that young warrior. Anyone who looks at him will think that he is a little abrupt in this team.

The young man was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and was wearing a rohu armor that had not been oiled for a long time, and the insignia on the cuirass had been worn off. Obviously, it was originally a standard armor of the princes' army, but the owner did not want anyone to trace his original identity through the emblem. The sparse stubble made him look a little depressed, and his face was pale, as if he was suffering from lack of blood.

He sat down silently by the campfire and reached out to roast on the fire. His companions came and went, adding wood to boil water, unloading their suits from their horses, and cursing loudly at the difficulty of the journey. The young man just stared at the flames, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, he didn't see or hear anything.

He was concentrating on the fire, as if he was the only one guarding a fire in the Gobi.

"The shopkeeper Li has also picked up the door in the past few years, and he won't spend some money to escort us when he comes to such a desolate place?" Zhonglang, who fights for knives on the battlefield, will serve tea with Master Yan by the bonfire over there, and Master Yan will sit with him, and the Zhonglang who fights for knives on the battlefield glanced at Master Yan, "I don't look down on the road protection brothers, but the thieves on the Gobi Desert are not small thieves, horse thieves, and outlaws. ”

"Zhonglang will laugh, we have a small business, how can we afford to ask you Zhonglang to escort the money. Master Yan laughed.

The leader who fights for knives on the battlefield is called Ran Wen, and he has the official name of "Zhonglang General". Not many people know the origin of Ran Wen, but in this group of left troops, he is obviously a knowledgeable figure, drinking tea in this wilderness, every move is full of the style of a child of a family, and a pair of long knives placed on his side are combined in a thick scabbard, which is obviously a weapon that requires strong wrist strength, and there are large brown stains on the wrapped cloth of the hilt, I don't know how many people's blood is splashed and left.

"Can the shopkeeper Li's business be a small business?" Ran Wen smiled, "What are you doing this time?"

"It's the same as before, sell some snake venom, go back and give it to Chengguo's pharmacy to make some hard-earned money. ”

This desolate Gobi has a special product, and the most venomous pit viper in Kyushu hides under the rocks and only comes out at night. The venom of the viper has the advantage that if you are bitten by another snake, you can save your life by swallowing the viper's venom immediately. However, the venom of the viper itself is more venomous, and if it were not for the deep venom of other snakes, as long as it was bitten by the viper, it would only have three days at most. Therefore, the venom of the viper became a rare antidote, and the homeless people who did not have enough to eat in other places risked their lives to come here to catch snakes.

"Hard-earned money has three or five times the profit, right?"

"Come to this place where rabbits don't, risk losing their heads, and make three or five times the profit, it's really not high," Master Yan sighed, "I don't know how many years I can do this old bone." ”

Yang Bai completely ignored the big man sitting there and was still observing the young man with great interest.

"Slice the jerky and roast it, blanch the wine for me!" shouted someone, his voice as thick as a wild bear.

The man was also like a wild bear, and was covered with heavy copper-scale armor, and the armor cracked. He seemed to have a bit of an identity in this left army, walking back and forth, shouting this to fetch water and that to collect firewood. When Li Changwen saw his face, he wanted to hide behind Yang Bai. An old scar severed the bridge of his nose, distorting the muscles and muscles of the warrior's face, and his facial features tangled together like a man-eating demon.

"Little cub. The warrior noticed Li Changwen, who was probing his brain, and looked at him coldly, suddenly revealing a mouthful of withered yellow teeth, and his hands were clawed, as if a vicious tiger was about to pounce forward, "Eat you!"

"My meat is very firewood, not delicious!" Li Changwen hugged his head.

The warrior slapped Li Changwen the head, "Have you ever eaten your own meat?

Yang Bai smiled and poked Li Changwen with his elbow, "Don't be afraid, uncle teases you, I think I'm better than you, uncle will eat me first if he wants to eat." ”

The samurai didn't expect this slender and slender young man to be fearless, he looked Yang Bai up and down, for a long time, and took a sip, "Rabbit Xianggong!"

"Hey...... It's hard to say. Yang Bai scratched his head helplessly.

The samurai did not bother to pay any attention to the two men, so he went to the horse, unloaded half of the dried sheep from the horse, sat down by the fire, and pulled out the dagger at his waist.

"It's fucking blunt," the samurai sliced a few pieces and glanced at the blade at the firelight, "that guy's neck bone is so fucking hard that it broke all the blades!"

Li Changwen shuddered when he heard this, no wonder he smelled the smell of blood on that warrior, and he didn't know what people these people had just killed.

The samurai looked around and saw a long dagger placed at his feet by the young man across the campfire. The sheath and handle of the dagger were wrapped in pale blue sharkskin, and the silver blade had a craftsman's emblem on it, which could be imagined to be a rare blade. The samurai's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the handle and was about to pull it out.

One foot suddenly stepped on the sheath of the dagger, and at the same time one hand pressed on the hilt.