Profound Pure Guard

January 23.

Yeyue, slightly cool.

Compared to the icy and snowy imperial city, Tan Bin even felt a little bit cooler in the middle of the night. After the fire was lighted, he couldn't sit too close, because it was too hot.

The south is good. It's good all year round. Many people who haven't been to the north don't even know what frostbite is. If you were in the north at this time, you could easily freeze to death in the wild.

Three days ago, Tan Bin and two of his companions unexpectedly killed the killers of the three slave teams, **** the old mouse who claimed to be a live map all the way, and drove all the way to the southeast.

It's easy to get rid of the slave caravan. After all, they are not on the right track. They are also recruited temporarily, and they have signed the status of life and death. When will they come out with fewer people? As long as it is sure that there is no big danger around, the caravan will not wander around to find a few missing outposts.

After pulling the distance away, Tan Bin and others have officially entered the mission state.

"Boss, you should be able to reach Wuhu tomorrow. Shall we go around or take a look?" The map is an old army-level topographic map stored in Xuan Qingwei, and the general direction on it is correct. In the past two days, I have used the new map brought by the old mouse to fill it up, and it is basically very comprehensive.

Wuhu Lake is a large lake with a radius of tens of miles, and it is also an important supply point for the slave caravans. There are people staying there all year round, and there are people in every slave chamber of commerce.

Tan Bin turned his head and looked at the map handed over by his companion, holding the meatloaf skewers on wooden sticks and roasting it by the fire, wanting to soften it. This is their ration. Previously, they were put in a small storage bag, and they were able to be accessed and retrieved by the phantom stone. The storage bag has been hidden in Tan Bin's underwear.

He stretched out a piece of pie and threw it in his mouth. It became soft, and then he greeted his companion that it was ready to eat. Turning his head to look at the old mouse who is still bound by the fire: "Old mouse, how many people are still in Wuhu?"

While talking, Tan Bin took out the kettle, fed a piece of soft-baked meatloaf to the old mouse and took another sip of water.

The old mouse, who had been hungry for a day, became energetic after being fed a few bites, and replied: "Generally, there are fifty people living in Wuhu, who are mainly responsible for the care of the housekeeping. If you count the staff of other chambers of commerce, there is that side. At least three hundred people."

Three hundred people?

"There are not many three hundred people, haven't they been looted by the barbarians?"

"It used to be, but it has disappeared in recent years. Otherwise, there would not be so few people staying. A few years ago, Wuhu had thousands of people per year."

"Why didn't the barbarians have an idea to fight Wuhu in recent years? Aren't they very short of food? Or is it that the barbarians are too scared to deal with hundreds of people?"

The old mouse shook his head: "I don't know this. Anyway, I haven't encountered a barbarian attack on Wuhu after eating this bowl of rice." After a pause, the old mouse told me, "Brother Liu, you let me go. Can’t you? I’ve given you all the maps, where do you want to go? Why do you have to tie me? I swear not to reveal your whereabouts, can’t you?"

Tan Bin smiled and said, "The dead man's mouth is the tightest. Would you like to try it?"

"This... Brother Liu, what are you doing?!" The old mouse was extremely depressed. After the initial panic, he really couldn't figure out what the three of Tan Bin were going to do. It doesn't look like it is fortune. But why don't you come to this place where the birds don't shit?

"Have you ever heard a word?" After Tan Bin finished feeding the old mouse, he began to tear the meatloaf and stuff it into his mouth, and sat next to the old mouse.

"What are you talking about?"

"The more you know, the faster you die."

"..." The old mouse stopped talking. He didn't doubt the other party's cruelty. It was really like the saying in that sentence. It's better to know less. Only then will it be possible to live. Knowing a lot more, a "sound of leaking wind" could kill him.

Tan Bin smiled and didn't talk to the old mouse anymore.

Suddenly there was silence beside the bonfire.

Early the next morning, he set off again, but did not choose to go to Wuhu, but after a slight detour, he continued to the southeast and headed towards Baitou Gorge.

......

January 29th? Tan Bin once again saw the barbarian tribe. And there were more people than he had seen along the way before.

"Are they...migrating?"

Tan Bin and a companion lie on a hill? Use instrumental probe to observe a crowd in the distance.

It is conservatively estimated that there are no less than five thousand people in the distance, and there are some livestock, carts and horses inside? Many people are carrying large bags? It does look like they are relocating.

However, Tan Bin soon discovered the strangeness through the probe: "No. This is not migration, did you see? There is more than one ethnic group among these people, but a mixture of several barbarians. Huh? There are cats, monkeys, and monkeys. The sheep clan...the wolf cavalry outside also seemed to be not just on guard? They were on surveillance.

Is this population looting? "

Until this group of barbarians walked away, Tan Bin two people put away the magic weapon.

Not migration but looting.

Feeling sorry for the slave caravan for half a time, they are still struggling to find their prey, who knows that the barbarians here are looting their own population? It is estimated that it will not be long before the slave merchants can't even drink the soup.

"The direction is towards Baitou Gorge. Boss? Shall we follow?"

"Keep up!"

Tan Bin made a decisive choice to stay far behind these barbarians.

Coming here is to investigate the situation of the barbarians, and following them might be more efficient than their headless flies.

It's just a bitter to the old mouse. In order to prevent the old mouse from making any noise, even his mouth was blocked.

The others were all covered with ointments to cover their odors, even on horses. These are what the old mouse taught before, the usual tricks of the slave chamber. Otherwise, the smell of the whole body? The human race can't smell it far away, but the nose of the barbarian race is not necessarily.

The three are divided into two teams, the front team uses the ball to monitor the movement of the barbarian forces in the front ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and then the rear team is hanging far behind? Responsible for pressing the formation and taking care of the tied old mice.

At night, I don't dare to regenerate the fire, I can only chew cold pancakes.

"Boss? I have an idea."

"Say."

"Of the barbarians in the front are obviously the wolf tribes headed. I saw that they will have a team of wanderers cruising outside today. Can we set up a trap to grab one or two wolf tribes and use them as our tongues?"

When Tan Bin heard it, he didn't think he would say anything? This could indeed achieve the most direct purpose of investigation. But relative to the possible benefits? The risks are also great.

"In the daytime, seeing those wolf riders is stronger, not like a monk. Moreover, we still have a lot of talisman in our hands, and there are magic discs, there are still opportunities. Boss, let's try!"

Tan Bin walked back and forth to weigh the pros and cons, and finally couldn't resist the temptation to get a lot of information directly, and agreed to this suggestion. However, it is necessary to think carefully about the method.