Doom: Liver experience from hunting

Chapter 272 Homecoming
One person and one tiger, with playful expressions.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"This is Mr. Tang Wen."

"It turns out to be Mr. Tang Wen from the Flame Camp." Chaofan, the old man who led the surrounding coalition forces, was about to say something else.

Suddenly someone interrupted:

"My young master is the successor of the Flame Camp! The seventh young master of the Blackwater Gang, the fourth-grade White Tiger Blogger Elder, and one of the talkers in the mountain city!"

A series of names were thrown at him.

Make the listener's heart clench.

Especially Wujiacheng is a small place.

Many people have never heard of Shancheng or the Blackwater Gang, let alone what Elder Keqing is.

And even though he was as thick-skinned as Tang Wen, he felt inexplicably ashamed.

But the extraordinary one shouted with great vigor: "Of course, he is also the Lord of the Five Cities now!"

"This?"

The extraordinary old man and the others exchanged glances.

Secret transmission:

"With such a big name and so many names, is it true or false?"

"Whether it's true or not, he is extraordinary at such a young age, and his strength is not false!"

"How old is he? It just sounds bluffing! Who of us is too shameless to say that he is the leader of a force?"

"Yes! It doesn't matter whether he brags or not. The white tiger behind him definitely has sixth-grade strength."

"..."

Don't wait for them to discuss the reason.

Tang Wen spoke again: "You guys came here just to get some benefits. Speaking of which, it's not impossible."

Ok? !

The eyes of several people lit up. The oldest one was extraordinary. Old Latou said: "I wonder what the young master's conditions are?"

Tang Wen didn't answer. He took out the knife and touched the back of the knife, then asked, "How many families do you have?"

"There are a total of eleven camps and villages nearby."

"Are all the surrounding forces here?"

"It's all there."

Tang Wen smiled: "That's easy to handle. One person from each family will come together. As long as you beat me and prove that you have enough strength, you can naturally get a share of the pie."

The eleven leaders were stunned and looked at each other.

What do you mean?
This condition is too simple, right?
Of the eleven leaders, six are extraordinary, and the remaining five are also top martial artists.

You can save your life even if you encounter ordinary extraordinary people.

Eleven versus one?

What's the difference between this and a freebie?
The six extraordinary people sent messages to discuss again.

The small forces represented by the five martial artists were excluded.

The highest combat power is the martial arts master, and opinions are not important at all.

It's the same reason as driving a "Mazhida" does not qualify you to participate in the meeting.

"Isn't this free? What do you think, Mr. Lan?"

"Haha, it's either a scam, for example, Mr. Tang's strength is very high! Or he knows that he can't keep the meat of Wujia City, so he uses this as an excuse to give us a share!"

"Can't hold it? Isn't that white tiger of the sixth grade?"

"Hmph! So what about the sixth grade? The Flame Camp, including their queen, and the White Tiger, are just two big sixth grades. Don't forget, there is the threat from the Black Mountain Camp to their south! They dare to kill a sixth-grade strongman. Put it in Wujia City? Aren't you afraid of being defeated by the Black Mountain camp one by one?"

"That's right, that's right. If there is no sixth-grade people who are here all year round, they won't be able to protect Wujia City. Why don't they give us a bite too! By the way, we can use us to protect this place."

"However, in this case, I think it is most appropriate for us to account for [-]%."

After hearing the result of their discussion, Tang Wenlian didn't even raise his eyebrows:
"You want [-]%? Okay. Sixty percent means [-]%."

He warned: "But if you lose, are you afraid that you won't be able to get off the stage?"

Many leaders looked at Lao Lantou, who did not take his threat to heart: "Master Tang Wen, let me make sure again, you are talking about you alone, versus eleven of us?"

"Yes."

"The White Tiger Holy Beast won't show up?"

"Of course not, otherwise you wouldn't have any chance of winning!"

The leaders felt more at ease.

Their knowledge is really limited, and they still regard white tigers as sixth-grade exotic beasts.

"Thank you, Mr. Tang Wen!"

What a good man!This is giving us money and resources!
"Haha, I haven't finished speaking yet. If you lose, you people will be my subordinates from now on, and all the forces you belong to will be my vassals."

lose?
Will Eleven lose one on one?

How to lose?
Old Latou asked: "I wonder what I can do for you by becoming a vassal?"

"In the future, there will be six-level troops permanently stationed in Wujia City to protect each of your families from infringement. At the same time, your eleven power camps must be integrated together and developed according to the plan."

Although I decided to teach these guys who are greedy for profit some lessons.

But the northwest land is already barren.

People are rare resources.

Their territory must be taken over.

"Resident at the sixth level?" Lao Lantou was stunned.

Another middle-aged Chaofan also frowned: "Master Tang Wen, aren't there only two sixth-grade adults in the Flame Camp?"

"You don't need to worry, I will transfer people from Cashhan City. You just need to obey my orders!"

Collecting it for personal use and vigorously developing it is a plan that was planned early in the morning.

"If you lose, you don't want us to submit a confession?" Lao Lantou didn't understand, his cloudy eyes were full of surprise.

"Ha! That little money you have." Tang Wen shook his head: "Winter is here now. Have you starved to death this year? Is there any camp where no people have starved to death?"

Lao Lantou's breath was stagnant.

Everyone was silent.

In a year of severe drought, why should people wait until winter if they starve to death?

In the winter, we would freeze to death and starve to death.

Tang Wen couldn't help but shook his head. When he first saw their clothes and armors of different colors and their generally thin mounts, he understood that they were poor people, not as good as the Flame Camp. Even if they had to break their bones and suck out their marrow, they couldn't squeeze out any oil or water.

What Tang Wen was interested in was just their population.

Rather than exploiting these poor people, he prefers to engage with the wealthy and powerful family forces.

For example, the Huang family.

For example, the boat gang.

"Mr. Tang, winning or losing seems to be of great benefit to us. Are you sure you didn't say the conditions wrong?" Old Lantou still didn't believe that such a good thing would happen to him.

Children who do something wrong will be beaten.

What's more, they want to compete for most of Wujia City's profits.

Even if you lose, you don’t have to be a slave?
Who believes it!
Tang Wen pouted: "You think too much, you will know when the time comes."

Old Lantou's eyes flickered: It seems that Tang Wen is very confident in his martial arts cultivation.

Moreover, he obviously looked down upon himself and other leaders.

Still, what does it matter.

He also understood that what he said and what he thought about Miss Zheng was disgusting.

But so what?
Less than one-tenth of the people in their own camp can have a full meal a day.

This year, a lot of grass and trees died as early as spring and summer.

The coal prepared in the camp was simply not enough.

I don’t know how many people will die in the winter.

Under such circumstances, it would be a joke to seize the opportunity and take a bite without thinking!

"There is no evidence for what you say, Mr. Tang Wen, why don't we make a written statement?" Old Lantou finished.

The other ten commanders nodded in agreement.

"Okay." Tang Wen was impatient and just wanted to start quickly.

The Zheng family took paper and pen and wrote twelve contracts according to Tang Wen's instructions.

The leaders of each family carefully looked at the vassal duties to be performed, and gradually relaxed.

Tang Wen did not deceive them, he wrote clearly in black and white.

They signed, stamped, and took fingerprints and palm prints.

After Tang Wen also signed his name, each family handed the paper to their trusted subordinates in front of him and ordered the other party to take people and leave immediately.

Obviously, he was afraid that Tang Wen would not admit his mistake.

Tang Wen was speechless: Not to mention that he would not lose, but if he did lose, it would be no shame to give up Wujia City's little gain.

The income from any large camp or mine under his command is much higher than this.

No preparation, no arena.

Keep it simple.

A one-on-one battle started outside the city.

There were crowds of people on three levels inside and three levels outside.

They all had their own guesses, and those who had seen Tang Wen show off his power naturally gave them firm support.

But there are more people who have little knowledge and are more optimistic about the side with more people.

"start!"

Ding!
The golden gong sounded.

The sword flashed and drew an arc like a full moon.

[The gas turns into a line, and the knife is silent]

[Visual Martial Arts, Yixiantian (Sword Technique), Mastery (301/3000)] This sword technique is rated as "tasteless" by the Blackwater Gang.

Once you reach the proficiency level, your sword strikes will not only be swift and fierce, but also more stealthy.

The invisible sword flashed past.

Like an occasional bolt of lightning, it appears and disappears instantly.

Tang Wen put away his knife and stood.

Most of the people around were ordinary people. They were just watching the fun and couldn't see Tang Wen's movements clearly.

The martial arts disciples were not sure whether Tang Wen had moved or not. Their faces were full of confusion and they couldn't understand it at all.

Warriors and martial artists felt a little coolness the moment the light came on.

Miss Zheng also looked confused. Her vision was better than that of ordinary martial artists, but her ability was limited.

General Zhao saw clearly and secretly cursed Tang Wen as a monster.

As the saying goes, the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear.

Onlookers were still confused, and the authorities were even more surprised.

The six leading Chaofan could clearly see Tang Wen drawing his sword, but they could not see the light of the sword.

However, the [One Line of Sky] move is compressed to the extreme, and the wound on the person's body is just a line.

Suddenly, an extraordinary person moved to take his place.

The silver bottle is broken!

A stream of blood spurted out from his chest, staining his animal skin top red.

He was shocked, and when he looked down, he saw an extremely neat cut that had appeared on his chest at some point.

Upon noticing something strange about him, the other ten were equally frightened.

With a slight movement, lines of blood spurted out.

Severe pain came with a scream.

The eleven leaders staggered back as their dead souls emerged.

"Wh-what kind of method is this?!" Lao Lantou pressed the wound, his hand was red with blood, and he licked it in a daze. It was warm and sweet, and it was indeed fresh blood!

"What kind of magic is this?"

The onlookers were stunned.

They didn't even see Tang Wen draw his sword, and the bodies of those who were about to attack Tang Wen began to burst and bleed.

This is not a magic spell, what is it? !

"Shut up! What kind of magic! My young master is a master of swordsmanship. His methods are comparable to the peak of the sixth grade! How can you understand it?"

There was silence.

Then, it became noisy.

The people behind could not see clearly and asked questions one after another.

"Master Tang Wen is a magician with sword skills. As soon as he casts a spell, those people started to bleed!" This is something I don't understand.

"Tang Wen is a master of swordsmanship, and he is a sixth-grade master with one sword!" This is someone who doesn't know how to pretend to understand.

"..."

The rumors went from inception to outrageousness faster than lychees go bad in summer.

Tang Wen had no intention of correcting it.

The eleven leaders looked at him as if they were looking at heaven.

"So the young master has sixth level strength?"

Someone woke up like a dream.

"No wonder we were promised [-]%, but it turns out we can't win at all."

"Thank you Mr. Tang for not killing me!" His mind was racing and he had already knelt down.

The wounds between their chests and abdomen were scary.

It actually doesn't hurt the fundamentals.

Tang Wen's purpose in this battle was not to kill them.

The law of the jungle is the main theme of the northwest.

Although the eleven leaders of small forces do not have a long-term vision, they are very aware of current affairs.

Be willing to admit defeat.

However, it is inevitable that I will feel uneasy in my heart.

Fearing that Tang Wen's words would not be true, he wanted to search their village or camp.

In that case, there is really no way to survive.

Although they have a contract signed by Tang Wen in their hands.

But with Tang Wen's strength, what's the use of the contract?

In the face of absolute power, the weak have no room for bargaining.

Several leaders who looked like martial artists were particularly worried.

They are a small force among small forces.

There are only a few thousand people in villages or camps.

Mr. Tang is so powerful, will he really treat himself and the ordinary people in the camp as kindly as he promised?

They don't have any confidence.

If it were them, if they had such strength, if they could crush the other camps!

So the first thing is to annex!
Annex without mercy!
After annexation, the other party will be a slave!
You can ensure that your home is safe through the winter.

The eleven of them seemed to be in harmony.

In fact, the interior is divided into three levels.

There are two or more extraordinary forces at the top.

There is a transcendent one in the middle.

If you don't have extraordinary power, you will do the hardest and most tiring work and get the least resources!
Tang Wen could see their worries, but Tang Wen ignored them. It was useless to talk more. He would naturally understand in the future that this was no less than the favor of fate for them.

As for Tang Wen, it was just a trivial matter, not even an episode.

The next day, General Zhao led his men to stay in Wujiacheng.

Tang Wen and Hu Qi returned to the Flame Camp.

"Sister! I'm back!"

In the evening, the wooden door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

Colorful clothes are hung out to dry in the courtyard. In winter, the temperature is low and the clothes are frozen to the bone.

The green tiles on the floor are neat and clean, with no dust visible.

The door of the main room opened, and two figures, one large and one small, rushed out.

"Young Master is back?!" The woman's voice was full of surprise.

"Ah! It's the big brother!" The daughter's voice was like a silver bell.

It's the mother and daughter, Cuilian and Taozi.

Tang Wen saw the person clearly.

After not seeing each other for many days, the young woman Cuilian's eyes were full of joy, but she was still cautious.Halfway through, he slowed down and fiddled with the handkerchief with both hands, not knowing where to put it.

I want to hug him, but I don’t dare.

But it was Xiao Taozi, with two pigtails dangling, rushing all the way.

"Has Little Taozi grown so big?"

Chestnuts, walnut cakes and other food were pulled out from the empty stone and presented to the juicy little girl.

The mood of not being able to see my sister for the first time also brightened.

"Young master, are you tired from the journey? Take a rest quickly! Taozi, come down quickly."

It can be seen that Cuilian has had a good year.

The originally thin oval face turned into an oval face.

She has rosy skin and a graceful figure. She is obviously of a girl's age and has the charm of a young woman.

Tang Wen carried Tao Zi and walked inside.

Cuilian spoke next to her: "Master, are you hungry? I'll make you some tea first! The tea was sent by General Zhao. Oh, no, I should call the young lady and Mr. Zhou Bing back!"

As he spoke, he walked out dancing.

Tang Wen stopped: "When do they usually come back?"

"Well, Xiaoliu and Taohua went to sell meat buns. They'll be back soon."

"Miss Tang Tang and Lord Zhou Bing are on duty at the guard camp, so they will probably be late."

"Just come back in the evening, there's no rush."

In the bedroom, everything is the same as before.

Gray coarse cloth sheets are spread on the bed, with quilts and pillows on top.

Tang Wen couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this.

He won't be staying at home for a long time, so the bed should be put away.

Cuilian picked up the feather duster, swept away the non-existent dust and said, "Miss, I am afraid that you will come back suddenly and have no place to live, so the room is cleaned every day, and the bedding and sheets are often changed."

"Click, click, click", Little Taozi ate happily.

Cuilian also started chatting, talking about everything that happened at home after Tang Wen left.

Taohua and Xiaoliu came back and were excited to see Tang Wen.

Finally, familiar footsteps sounded.

Tang Wen stood up and accidentally knocked over the stool with his calf.

A familiar voice came: "Who is in the east room? Xiao Liu? They are all martial arts masters, why are they still clumsy..."

Footsteps are coming this way.

(End of this chapter)