Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 492 11 Pulling out teeth from the tiger’s mouth (3)

No one likes to be in a big fight only to find out their loot has been stolen by a bunch of rats.

The Arab cavalry allowed the wind and sand to wrap their blood-stained sabers into a dull earthy gray color. Loki could hear them talking to each other, but couldn't make out what their thick voices were saying under the veil.

But seeing these figures, he understood why Old Hash did not choose to escape immediately, but modified the vehicle on the spot.

When facing cavalry, running away is completely useless.

The trajectory of their movements will be clearly recorded by the soft river bed.

Horse-drawn carriages carrying large quantities of goods could not travel very far.

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"Who are you? Why are you here?!"

The cavalry commander pulled down his blood-stained mask and looked at the small group of caravan members in front of him with a cold expression. You can see the anger flashing in his eyes.

He didn't like these silverfish.

"Haha! Dear Cavalry Master, we are your compatriots with only a strip of water! The old man's name is 'Mohammed Harsh', and he is a law-abiding businessman who was born in the Caspian Sea desert."

"As for the brothers who follow me, hehe, they are all brothers who follow me and make a living on this road. We don't have any ill intentions towards you."

"The wind and sand are too strong, gentlemen! If we, the poor brothers, continue to wander in the desert, one of us might accidentally step into the sand pit, and the whole family in our hometown will starve to death.

Therefore, we can only borrow a road to walk to the river without delaying any of your work! "

The smile on his old face turned into an old chrysanthemum. While laughing with him, Mr. Harsh walked up and handed the cavalry captain a heavy money bag.

Opening the purse, the captain discovered that it contained not silver coins, but sparkling gems!

This is hard currency in the desert!

Mohammed Harsh is a very smart man. He never mentioned what he just said. Of course, he didn't stupidly add "What happened just now? I didn't see anything." There is no silver 300 here. Two stupid words.

At the same time, he only took away 7 carriages from the Tang Dynasty's goods scattered on the ground, showing great wisdom at this moment.

In a convoy of 200 carriages, the number 7 does not appear too conspicuous.

Viewed from another angle, this caravan of 50 people driving 27 trucks is completely within the reasonable range.

According to the past rules, everyone was a laborer, and out of the 200 carts of goods, dozens of them had already been set on fire by fire-walking war horses, or chopped to pieces by sword cultivators. At this time, being taken away for seven or eight cars will not make any difference to the reward of the cavalry captain.

This bag of gems was already worth more than half a year's salary. The vast majority of people will choose to leave it as soon as it's good and make a decent friend.

It's a pity that the leader of the "Red Flame Army" who just retired from the army today is a bastard who doesn't understand the rules at all. He accepted the gem, but still drove his horse to get a closer look.

Harsh secretly said something bad.

Although he took off the Tang Dynasty escort flag hanging on the carriage, and hastily scraped off the Donglu characters on the side of the carriage. However, if you look closely at these 7 trucks, there are still many defects.

First of all, compared with the variegated old horses in the caravan, the 14 high-legged horses pulling the cart looked out of place due to their fat body.

Secondly, after scratching off the wooden relief writing of "Hengcheng", it was obvious that the Arabic words "Hash Caravan" had just been written on it, and the ink had not even dried yet.

In the end, the goods on the seven horses of the Hengcheng were neatly stacked. The fabrics used to wrap the goods and even the ropes used to bind them were all high-end and well-made goods.

It's completely different from the defective products bought by the Hash Caravan from the night market.

Harsh knew as clearly as a mirror that once the knight commanded the cavalry approaching him, things would definitely go wrong today. Cursing his bad luck today in his heart, he took three steps and two steps at a time, and hurriedly turned back to chase the knight.

The fire-walking war horse noticed that someone was approaching quickly, and immediately tightened its body, turned its head and raised its hooves. The broad iron hooves immediately produced two flames. Just before stepping on Old Harsh's body, a strong arm suddenly pulled the reins of the fire-walking horse and forcefully rescued the old man from under the horse's hooves.

At this point, Loki had no choice but to take action.

Of course Old Hash knew that he was already on the verge of death. He glanced at Loki beside him.

It is true that if this god of killing kills even a hundred-meter-tall god with his attack, it shouldn't be difficult to kill dozens of chosen ones in the Fire Knight path.

But what happens after that?

The king must return to his country to inherit the throne, but the "Hash Horse Gang" still needs to make a living on this road.

He didn't think that all of his temporarily found subordinates were loyal and tight-lipped people.

In the Arab Empire, where the Vulcan Cult rules everything, as long as one person sells his story of killing the veterans of the "Red Flame Army" in the Black Desert to the Fire Gang, he will be greeted by a continuous stream of attacks from the imperial military. Chase.

Not talking about business, his whole family will die within three days.

Reaching out to Loki to calm down, Old Harsh approached the cavalry commander again.

"My brother is ignorant, please don't be surprised."

"If you like the goods in my business, it's okay. Let's just be friends! I can give you all the best goods in my caravan."

"Look, these 7 carts are all carrying the best Donglu silk and tea spices. They are all goods that I bought from the 'Hengmingwei' business. I guarantee that they are honest and all good products."

The first skill that every caravan boss who goes to Shakou must learn is to be flexible. There are too many accidents that can happen in the wilderness, and it is easiest to lose your life if you don't make a decision.

Today, his luck is really bad. He met a greenhorn who just retired from the ace army. Since he is so serious, Hash can only return the looted goods to him for the time being.

Just pretend that he never made this windfall.

As long as he can protect his goods and his brothers can enter Memphis safely, this business trip is still worth doing.

However, today was destined to be a bad day for Hash. As more and more cavalrymen riding fire-riding warhorses emerged from the yellow sand, a team of nearly 100 people had gathered behind the cavalry commander.

They had just completed the massacre of the Tang Dynasty sword cultivators and the Tang Dynasty merchant caravan, and now everyone's sword was flowing with warm blood.

Stimulated by the blood, the cavalry captain looked at Loki coldly.

He remembered that it was this 100-man man who had grabbed his horse without permission.

He didn't like to let these white ghosts who only had muscles in their minds touch his beloved warhorse.

He didn't like Loki looking at him like a fool at this time.

Therefore, he said to Hash lightly: "I can take your goods"

"But I want all your goods!"

Raising the whip, he pointed at Loki.

"And, I want you to take his head off for me!"

"Take it off now!"