The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 179 Scavenging on the Grassland
The night watchmen were desperate, wanting to follow the Jade-Faced Rakshasa on her errands.

This is based on Gan Minglan's astonishing martial prowess demonstrated in several major battles.

They privately believed that no matter how difficult the mission was, they still had a good chance of surviving under his protection.

Another crucial reason is that everyone has a hidden agenda.

That is, they wanted to share in the wealth of the Jade-Faced Rakshasa.

And the latter gained the upper hand.

However, they all believed that extraordinary wealth was hidden beneath immense risks.

There's no such thing as wealth without hard work.
Who can tell them!

On their third day on the grassland, they were amazed by a windfall!

This stroke of good fortune came rather suddenly.

That was on the morning of their third day in the grasslands.

They discovered seven prairie wolves.

It should be a small ethnic group.

The steppe wolf is the most dangerous animal to humans on the steppe.

The team members were terrified.

Before they could make a move, Captain Gan drew his bow and fired seven arrows in quick succession.

Not only did they shoot the wolves one by one, but they also rescued a marmot, about the size of a dog, with a black tail and silvery-white fur, from the mouth of the alpha wolf.

Such a big, white marmot, there must be more than ten pounds of meat inside.
It's not that they're greedy!

Seeing how chubby this little guy is, almost like a hamster, I couldn't help but wonder how much he weighs.

It's a good thing they didn't say what was on their minds, otherwise they would have been in for a treat from King Atu.

But the most surprising thing was yet to come.

The marmots on the grasslands are actually grateful mice!
The little guy not only let their captain mold him into whatever shape he wanted, but also gave the captain a generous gift.

Dragging and pulling, he would turn back every few steps.

They led them to a spot ten miles away, near dozens of Tatar tents.

The team members couldn't understand Atu's complaints.

King Atu didn't stop talking the whole way:
"Chirp chirp chirp Master, Master, look how well I acted! I held back my claws for ages so those wolves would come after me. And their wolf king even has bad breath, it almost killed me!"

"King Jigu is now the king of ten thousand rats! This grassland is under my jurisdiction! How did they do on their mission this time? Shouldn't we give them some reward?"

"Master, your little brothers are such cowards! They're walking so slowly behind us. Are they really weaklings?"

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If she weren't afraid that her teammates would think she was mentally unstable if they heard her talking to a marmot.

Gan Minglan almost wanted to tie Atu Dawang's mouth shut.

How can someone take credit for their newly recruited subordinate while simultaneously belittling their teammates?
People clerk?
Oh, she just remembered, King Atu isn't human!
Gan Minglan plans to reap the benefits first, and then give that king a good beating later.

at first.

Seeing the dozens of tents packed tightly together in the distance, the night watchmen's hearts were in their throats.

Is the distance between the Tatar camp and Junma Mountain a bit too close?

Does the Tatar have some kind of battle plan?
So what are the captain's plans?
They lay on the grass, one by one, filled with unease.

As a result, the captain went alone to the Tatar tent for a stroll.

He returned and told everyone something that made them feel like they were daydreaming.

"The main tent is empty. The people are gone, but all the supplies are still here!"

Under what circumstances would the Tatars leave not only their beloved horses, weapons, money, and food, but even their undergarments in their tents?

Only people have disappeared!

Judging from the size of this tent, there should be no fewer than a thousand people!

The sentries' hearts, which had just settled, jumped into their throats again:

"Could it be a ghost?"

“Let’s search around again. With so many traces of people living here, we should be able to find some clues.”

"Was it that marmot that brought us here? Could it be related to it?" "They say marmots on the grasslands dig burrows. Should we try digging somewhere underground?"

"It makes sense, it makes sense!"

Soon, several people picked up the Tatar weapons from the ground and began digging in the sand.

The sand where the weasels buried their remains was about one meter deep.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed, team members have started to unearth valuable items.

Upon closer inspection, screams of surprise rippled through the room:

"Ah! There's a dead body! Ang dug up a skull!"

"Holy crap, there's one here too! It's a finger bone!"

"Ang also found it!"

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In less than an hour, a mountain of bones, the size of a small hill, had been piled up on the ground.

The sentries were utterly terrified when they saw Captain Gan kill over twenty Tatars without batting an eye.

But right now.

My hair stood on end!

The bones of these people all looked very fresh.

Who were these people who killed so many Tatars and shaved their skin so clean?
Without ghost stories to explain, who would believe it?

Captain Gan ignored their self-inflicted fears.

He said slowly:

“I once heard a story about an elderly person who lived alone and died at home. When the neighbor found him several days later, he had been eaten away by rats and only his bones remained.”

Didn't we have a snowstorm last year? The prairie voles hiding deep in their sand burrows are probably starving after waking up! Look, the grass on these grasslands is all sparse and thin.

Gan Mingfu thought about it and realized that he did indeed hear his father mention such a thing.

He nodded in agreement: "It happened a few years ago in a village in my hometown."

The sentries all exhaled a deep breath.

good good!
It's good to have a precedent!
So, here's the question!
How can we get this incredible wealth back?
Should they stop their mission?

Gan Minglan thought for a moment and said, "Leaving aside how much silver these Tatars have, these eight or nine hundred horses are a great treasure. We definitely have to bring them back."

The final decision was that she would stay there alone and wait for them to return.

The rest of the people packed up at the scene to see how much they could take back to the garrison, while Ma Qun had to rush back first.

Of course, as a witness to this bargain find.

Captain Gan agreed that the team members would take one-third of the cash, and the other two-thirds, along with the other spoils of war, would be handed over to the company.

Of course the team members were happy!
One-third is still a lot, isn't it!

This is the most ambitious tribe among the Tatars of the northern deserts.

Unlike other tribes in northern Mongolia, they did not participate in dividing up the sheep and horses of the Ejina Torghut tribe.

They only took away the women of the Ejina Torghut tribe and the young captured leader.

The twenty-odd people who met Gan Minglan and others on the mountaintop were sent by the tribe to scout ahead.

Waiting at this camp were the main fighting force of their tribe.

Most people had a few coins on them.

When everyone gathered the silver together and roughly calculated it, it turned out to be more than 2,500 taels.

One-third is seven hundred and fifty taels!

The captain deserved the most credit and received 150 taels of silver.

The remaining twelve people divided the money equally, with each person receiving fifty taels.

God!
What did they do?
They didn't put in any effort, yet they received fifty taels of silver!

They were all so excited that their faces turned red.

I almost jumped up on the spot.

(End of this chapter)