The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 459 The Reason for Kidnapping

After resolving the issue of the Akhal-Teke horses, Gan Minglan declined Su Rileg's warm invitation and left with her entourage.

Seeing her turn away without a second glance, Suzhileg's gaze became distant and dreamy.

My father spent half his life on the battlefield, but now he suffers from chronic illness.

Where are the good doctors in Shache Wangcheng?
He was a very filial son.

Is it too much to "invite" a divine physician back for one's own father?

Skillful.

The "miracle doctor" that Su Rileg was thinking about was on the same frequency as his brainwaves.

In the temporary camp at the easternmost edge of the large market.

The topics discussed in the account were also related to what they had just seen and heard.

General Gu was very excited:
"Damn it! Before, we were only thinking that if we dealt with the Uyghur nobles in the Ili River Valley, we could take over this land. But now a fat sheep has actually delivered itself to our doorstep! General, should we go all out?"

Gan Minglan nodded:
“Prince Surileg is the son of the current ruler of the Kashgar Khanate. He is the mastermind behind the kidnapping in Hami City a few years ago. He is not only audacious but also exceptionally intelligent. If he succeeds as the next ruler, it will not be a good thing for the Guanzhong army.”

Adrenaline surged through the crowd: "Fuck him! Kill him!"

Gan Minglan pressed down with both hands:
"This is a great opportunity! But we must stand on the high ground of reason and law, and we must not give the censors any ammunition to criticize us!"

The way we fight for territory now is different from how we acted as we pleased when we first arrived in Kansai.

Everything needs a justifiable reason.

otherwise.

With such a small territory in the Iri Valley, why would they need to buy land and engage in commercial warfare?

Wouldn't it be more satisfying to just send troops to plunder?
The current leadership of the imperial court is in place and performing their respective duties.

The literati in the Censorate were already somewhat dissatisfied with Emperor Qianwu's favoritism towards military generals.

If it were their elite troops, would they really willingly hand over any leverage against them?

What is that if not stupid?
In short: get things done, and be reasonable!

The tone has been set.

Everyone got busy.

With a single wing, Xiao Jin flew away, and the advance tribe and later vanguard members, who had been hiding in the ranch's winery, began to move.

On the bright side.

Gan Minglan and fifty others, just like in the morning, appeared at the market in the afternoon to inquire about the mare.

Do what you should do.

When the old chief of the tribe heard that his benefactors wanted to buy breeding mares, he came to find them.

“There is a small tribe near the old man’s tribe. They have few men but many women and children. They rely on this man to guard more than three hundred mares, living in constant fear. If you are a noble person interested in buying the mares, I am willing to act as guarantor for both of you.”

Having a reliable person act as guarantor is the best thing ever.

Moreover, the prices offered by these distinguished guests were quite reasonable.

After the market closed in the afternoon, the old chief packed up his belongings and, along with General Gu and forty-seven others, headed to the old chief's tribe, which was more than two hundred miles away.

Only Gan Minglan, Lu Ye, and Hu Tou remained in the camp to guard it.

They kept a close watch on these Uyghur scouts of the Han Chinese and promptly relayed the news back to the camp.

Surrage: "."

God-given opportunity!

May all your wishes come true!

Lady Gan is still too naive!
Does she think that just because she's dressed as a man, she won't attract unwanted attention?
Many nobles in the Western Regions were not averse to either meat or vegetables.

Her appearance at the market today attracted the attention of many interested people.

If he doesn't strike first, there will definitely be many setbacks later.

After several waves of scouts confirmed that there were only three people in the Han people's tent, Su Rileg did not hesitate to order his men to attack.

That night, at midnight.

The market was quiet.

More than a hundred members of the prince's guards walked from west to east through the tents of the large market, approaching the Han Chinese camp.

Everything is going smooth.

As they were about to tear open the felt of the large tent.

In the darkness, the wild horse king's piercing, high-pitched neighing echoed. "Neigh—neigh—"

"Neigh—neigh—"

Instantly, someone inside the tent shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

not good!

The other person was startled awake!

It seems impossible to abduct someone silently.

But that's okay.

Three people are hardly worth a second thought among these hundred people.

The captain of the guards waved his hand and led his men straight in.

Reed leaves and a tiger's head stood guard in front of Gan Minglan.

In order to slow down the exposure of their master's divine doctor persona, the two achieved the best results of their lives.

Holding a long spear, he exuded a powerful and imposing aura.

Soon, more than a dozen people were stabbed through the heart by these two.

The captain of the guards, who was leading the group, became increasingly cautious.

The sounds of fighting coming from the camp, amplified by the sonic boom of the wild horse king, finally alerted the herders who were staying at the nearby market.

"what's the situation?"

"How dare someone cause trouble at the market? Do they not want to come next year?"

"Judging from that noise, it seems to be coming from the Han Chinese camp!"

"Chang Sheng Tian, ​​which reckless bastard dares to provoke a nobleman from Kansai? Kansai has a hundred thousand iron cavalry stationed there!"

"Let's go, let's go. The Kansai Trading Company has bought a lot of cattle and sheep from our tribe. We can't let them think that there are no good people in the Iri Valley."

Most ordinary people are still simple and honest.

No distinction is made between friend and foe.

When hundreds of people carrying torches rushed to Gan Minglan and the others' camp, they saw two groups of people rushing out of the camp.

As they ran, they shouted urgently in Uyghur:

"It's terrible! Someone is trying to kidnap our master! Our master is a nobleman from Guanzhong, a very nobleman!"

Four hands are no match for nearly a hundred fists.

After shouting that, they ran away faster than rabbits.

The arriving herdsmen only caught glimpses of their fleeing figures.

Just as they were about to enter the tent, they were asked about the situation.

Then I saw a Kansai nobleman being led out by a group of people, his hands tied behind his back and a long sword held to his neck.

Some of the bolder herdsmen angrily cursed the kidnappers:
"You'd better put down your esteemed guests right away, and we'll pretend we didn't see anything! Otherwise, we'll report your misdeeds to Lord Eniwar, the organizer of the gathering."

"Put down, put down your important people! What you're doing is going to start a war!"

"If you don't release them soon, we'll have to fire our arrows!"

The situation is extremely bad.

More and more herders are moving closer to the site of the accident.

in the crowd.

Suddenly a strange sound rang out:
"Look at the leader! Isn't he the captain of Prince Surleg's guard? How could His Highness be involved in such a kidnapping scheme!"

"Wow"

The herders, who were about to charge forward, seemed rooted to the spot and dared not move.

My head is buzzing:
What's going on here? Why would their prince send his guards to kidnap people in the middle of the night?!
What exactly is it all for?
Could it be that they are coveting the wealth of the Kansai nobles?

These people certainly did a great job at the market today.

The bidding was fierce.

They also reached a deal with the old chief's neighboring tribe for more than 300 mares.

But that's no excuse for kidnapping people!

(End of this chapter)