Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 350 Zoroastrian Temple
"Sima, these guys are very skilled!" Hei Chi Changzhi whispered, "But I have never seen such Japanese cavalry in Baekje!"

"Well, you should ask Igilein Bod, he should be very clear!"

"Of course!" Black Tooth Changzhi responded, and rode towards Yiji Lianbode, and came back after a while: "Ijilian Bode said that those people grew up in the Eastern Kingdom, where the land is flat. Kuang is rich in good horses, so he is especially good at riding and shooting! It is also the custom of the local Ainu people to cut off the head and record meritorious deeds, which makes you laugh!"

"It's okay! You go and tell Igilian Pod, time is running out now, don't worry about these heads, go to the Zoroastrian temple as soon as possible!"

Wang Wenzuo gathered his formation and rushed towards the Zoroastrian Temple as fast as possible. He knew that although his more than a hundred riders were fully equipped and skilled in martial arts, this was not a wilderness after all, but a square city in Chang'an City. It is suitable for galloping and charging of knights. Just now, the group was just caught off guard. As long as one or two of the thieves are not too stupid to be cured, it will not take long to block the streets with debris, and then climb to the house. Shooting arrows from the top down and throwing bricks and stones, he, a hundred people, would be a fish in the urn. He didn't want to be like the unlucky King Pyrrhus, who was opened by bricks thrown from the roof in a dark and narrow alley.

The area of ​​the West Market is not large, and it only took a moment for Wang Wenzuo and his party to rush to the side of the Zoroastrian Temple. They saw that more than 2000 people had gathered in the small square next to the Zoroastrian Temple, and they were besieging it in a dark area.They tore down the door panels of the surrounding houses and used them as long boards to block the arrows, pried up the stepping stones and lifted them up as hammers, and they were hitting the gate of the Zoroastrian temple. Shooting arrows and throwing stones outside, people kept falling down, but the vacancies were immediately filled by successors, and the situation was extremely critical.

"Join the army, join the army, please give me a helping hand!" Seeing this, the man who asked for help said anxiously: "If this goes on like this, we won't be able to hold on!"

"What's the rush!" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "There are at least 2000 thieves, but I only have a hundred or so. There is a huge disparity between the number and the widow. If you rush up like this, not only will you not be able to save your master, but you will even be trapped!"

"That, that!" The man was speechless, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.Wang Wenzuo ignored him, and stretched out his hand to invite Wu Xiaoyi to ask, "Xiaoyi, is there any clever strategy for you to solve the crisis now?"

"Me?" Wu Xiaoyi looked around and said with a smile: "There are at least 2000 people here. You only have a hundred people here. What can you do? You are very funny. There are so many officers and soldiers in Chang'an. Wait a minute." Someone will come and suppress me in a few hours, so why take the risk to do it yourself?"

"Then what if the officers and soldiers won't come?"

"The officers and soldiers won't come? How is this possible? This is the West Market, and you can hear the shouts of killing here if you stand on Zhuque Street, unless you are deaf!"

"That's not possible!" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "But you should know that in Chang'an, without the imperial edict, the battalions are not allowed to send troops without authorization!"

"That's natural, who doesn't know this! Sending troops without an edict is a serious crime of treason! But Chang'an is only so big, how long will it take to issue an edict?" Wu Xiaoyi's face changed slightly when he said this: "You mean the emperor has Haven't issued an edict to send troops yet?"

"I didn't say that!" Wang Wenzuo laughed: "But you can think so, there won't be any officers and soldiers here in the West Market in a short time, and we can only count on us!"

Wu Xiaoyi didn't speak. Although Wang Wenzuo didn't come up with any real evidence, there was a voice deep in his heart telling him that what this man said was true: the government and army would not intervene in the chaos in the West Market in a short time.

"Well, even if this is the case, so what? What do these rich businessmen in the West Market have to do with me?" Wu Xiaoyi said coldly.

"It has nothing to do with you? Then I was wrong!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "I thought you, Wu Xiaoyi, still had some love for your hometown! Forget it, since you don't want to contribute, then step aside and wait for me to wait. Let's fight!" After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Wu Xiaoyi's answer, waved him back, turned his head and said in a deep voice to his subordinates: "Everyone, the two armies are fighting, and the one who is more powerful will win. Although the culprits are ten times stronger than me, they are all mobs, so it's not difficult. Break it. There are hundreds of millions of gold and silver in the Zoroastrian temple, and after breaking the thieves, all the kings will be rich!"

Everyone responded in unison, Wang Wenzuo was about to give the order to rush into battle, when the black-toothed Changzhi suddenly pulled him back, and said in a low voice: "Have you ever heard the cry of a cow, Mr. Lang?"

"Cows?" Wang Wenzuo listened carefully, and he heard a few croaks. Then he went down to look, and he pulled back more than ten cows.

"Strange, where did the cattle come from in Chang'an City?" someone asked.

"Not far from the west market is the cattle and horse market. What's so strange about a few cows running out in the chaos?" Wu Xiaoyi sneered.

"Lang Jun, with these cows, we can save a lot of effort!" Hei Chi Chang Zhi said with a smile.

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Zoroastrian temple.

"Quick, quick, move the cabinet over here, hold it up, hold it up!" Cao Ye's plump cheeks rippled as he shouted, at this moment he waved his arms and put his shoulders against the back of the door, Resist the bursts of impact from outside the door.

"Uncle, I can't stand it anymore, run away from the secret road!" Cao Sengnu grabbed Cao Yena's arm and tried to pull it out, but Cao Yena shook off his nephew's hand and shouted with tears all over his face. Said: "Escape, where else can we escape? The warehouse behind us is the money deposited here by most of the Sogdians in the Tang Dynasty? Even if our uncles and nephews can escape? Without the deposit in the warehouse, we It's over, it's better to die here!"

"Uncle, who would have thought of such a thing? It's not our fault!" Cao Sengnu persuaded: "When the time comes, I will discuss it with everyone in detail, and there will always be a solution!"

"How? What way? This is not for one person or two people. Thousands of Sogdian merchants in Chang'an have remittance funds here. If there is no way, who can do it?" Cao Yena sighed: "Most of us in Sogdian rely on merchants. For food, businessmen have no capital, just like farmers without land and herdsmen without breeding animals, who can do anything? Rather than seeing everyone have no way of life, it is better to die under Ming Zunyu!"

Hearing Cao Yena's words, Cao Sengnu was speechless. At that time, Chang'an was the trading center of the entire Silk Road, and this Zoroastrian temple in Xishi was the trade and financial center of the Sogdians in northern China. In the center, the gold and silver in the back warehouse are not only the capital of many merchants, but also the source of loans and financing necessary for long-distance trade. If the gold and silver here are gone, not only the Sogdian merchants in Chang’an will go bankrupt, but even more Sogdians behind them will go bankrupt. People will also go bankrupt and can only be reduced to refugees.

(End of this chapter)