The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 458 Support
If it were any other garrison or military unit, upon seeing this situation, they might have immediately gone to their aid and stormed the gates.

But they were the vanguard.

The Vanguard Battalion has many rules.

The vanguard battalion operates according to principles.

The old leader wiped the tears from his face, his tone firm:

"My esteemed guests, could you please help me get Crimson Flame back? I... I won't sell it anymore!"

He couldn't bear to sell it too low.

You want to sell it for your desired price, but you're afraid of being ripped off. Even if you sell it for a huge sum, you're afraid someone will covet it.

Only a dozen or so young people from their tribe came to the market this time.

Most of them are inexperienced and dare not easily make a move against important people.

The old chieftain also knew that the young Han Chinese man who was bidding against the black-hatted Khoja was not genuinely interested in buying his horse; he was actually trying to raise the price of his Chiyan horse.

He couldn't really take the kind-hearted benefactor for a fool.

He has already discussed it with the tribe's boys and they've agreed that Crimson Flame won't be sold!
At worst, the tribe's herders will have to endure another tough winter.

Anyway, you'll get used to it after a while!

Seeing that he had made up his mind, General Gu patted his chest and reassured him:

"Don't worry, old man, we're determined to help you with this! Just find a place to sit and wait until we get the Crimson Flame back, then come back."

"Thank you, thank you," the old leader said, his eyes brimming with gratitude.

He probably never imagined that one day on his own grassland, he would need to find a foreigner to be his protector.

Really, I’ve never seen anything like this in my life!

The market was very large, and there were many people there.

Finding that black-hatted Khoshutist is no easy task.

Fortunately, there are many enthusiastic herders.

They all provided them with clues.

What bad intentions could ordinary people possibly have?

It's just that I can't stand seeing the weak being bullied!

In a camp about ten miles from the main market, Black Hat Khoja followers were presenting treasures to Prince Surlege.

"Your Highness, what do you think of this Akhal-Teke horse?"

Chi Yan still had that sour face, and he disliked the two-legged beast that had taken him away.

Unfortunately, his reins were held in the hands of these people, and he could not break free for a time.

Obedience is impossible.

Surileg, however, was quite pleased with its defiant gaze.

This reminded him of the wild horse, the King Horse, that he had once seen.

They are all good horses with bad tempers.

While he was exchanging pleasantries with the cultist who was offering the horse, General Gu and his men sneaked into the camp.

Outside the main tent, soldiers shouted:
"Halt! Who are you? This is Prince Surleg's camp. Unauthorized persons, leave immediately."

The leader of the opposing side did not back down and responded loudly:
"Summon your prince. I need to ask him on behalf of others how he could allow his own people to cheat an old man who doesn't even have winter supplies."

Su Rileg is extremely fluent in Chinese.

He glared at the cultist who had just presented him with the treasure: "What's going on?"

The black-hatted Khoshutist felt a chill run down his spine, sensing something was very wrong.

Before resorting to any means, he made sure to have someone inquire about it.

The old man who sold the horse was just the leader of a small, powerless tribe.

Tribes with a population of two or three hundred are like lambs to the slaughter.

How did it get involved with the Han people?
He was sweating profusely and tried to defend himself: "I didn't bully anyone. I bought the horse with real money."

Suzhileg could tell from his expression.

That damned believer must have done something wicked; he practically had his guilty conscience written all over his face.

The noise outside the main tent was unbearable, so he stepped out of the camp.

At noon, the sunlight was blinding. It made it hard for him to see the group of people clearly.

I rubbed my eyes, and then I rubbed my head.

He suspected he had heatstroke.

Otherwise, how could I see my old friend?
That person had an unparalleled face.

That person's expression was as cold as an iceberg.

He would recognize it even if it turned into ashes.

It felt as if someone was tightly gripping my throat, leaving me completely mute.

The moment Gan Minglan heard the soldiers guarding the camp refer to their master as Prince Surilege, she knew that her old disguise was about to be exposed!

Ouch, my tooth hurts a little.

Seeing the boy staring blankly at her, she couldn't help but curse her bad luck in her heart.

"Hey you, prince over there, who are you staring at? Don't you want your eyes out?"

Sometimes a tiger's head is a real tiger.

He didn't even take a prince seriously.

All he knew was that the way the other person looked at their master was very offensive.

When the master is humiliated, it is the duty of the personal guards.

His angry rebuke brought Suzhileg back to his senses, and it took him a while to regain his voice.

"Gan Niangzi, it's been a long time!"

"Long time no see, Surilege!"

Su Rileg longs to regain the dashing young man he once was in front of his godmother.

However, his current status does not allow him to be willful.

Before he could even begin his eager reminiscing, General Gu stepped forward and blocked everyone's path.

“Prince Surelge, we have come to ask whether your Islam emphasizes justice and kindness in its moral code of conduct for believers, requiring them to treat others well, and strictly prohibiting them from engaging in theft or fraud!”

"Of course, these are our basic behavioral requirements for believers. May I ask, General, what taboos have my people broken?"

The mature Surireg answered questions very sincerely.

"Do you know that this believer bid against someone at the market this morning, offering a thousand taels of gold to buy a sixty-year-old man's BMW?"

And then, when it came time to pay, he actually robbed the old man of his priceless Akhal-Teke horse with a thousand taels of silver! Is this what you call treating others kindly? What is this if not fraud?

General Gu's words made Su Rileg's face turn ashen.

Before the goddess, his people defecated a large lump in front of him.

His gaze toward the cultists offering their treasures was icy and chilling.

With a "thump," the man prostrated himself on the ground. "Your Highness, I, I, I mistakenly took the silver note for a gold note. I, I will immediately return the gold note that I took to that old man."

Yes, the wrong one was taken.

It is absolutely unacceptable to admit that it was fraud.

His family was just an ordinary wealthy household in Shache Wangcheng.

If he loses his Black Hat and Cho Cult member status because of his fraudulent activities.

In the future, everyone will be easy to deceive.

General Gu also realized that this Su Rileg had ulterior motives towards his general.

Too lazy to argue with this person, I went straight to the point:

"The old man said he doesn't want to sell Crimson Flame anymore. We brought a silver note with a value of one thousand taels of silver. Please return Crimson Flame to him."

The kneeling believers were sweating profusely.

The Akhal-Teke horse has already been given to Prince Suzhileg; how can he ask for a gift back after giving it away?

Suzhileg gave his personal guard a wink, and the guard understood.

Before long, he pulled the stubborn Chi Yan out.

Crimson Flame maintained its sour face, showing no further expression upon seeing another line of unfamiliar two-legged beasts.

It's as if it's saying: You can't just covet our power!

(End of this chapter)