After the sun rose and the moon set, I finally followed the bald man who had escaped all the way and saw him standing by a bush, as if waiting for my arrival.

"Boss, you're at the top of the loader collar. Why are you walking so slowly?"

I urged the wild camel indifferently and walked over slowly: "I wear more clothes and walk slowly. Is this very reasonable?"

"What is this big bag you are carrying with you, the boss? I see that the camels are sank..."

I patted the camel's bag, "It's just some luggage. You always have to bring some gifts when walking outside. It's so rude to be empty-handed. This is also very reasonable."

I leaned over and looked into the distance for a while: "You said that the loader is in front of you? Are there any precautions?"

The bald man nodded helplessly: "Boss, I really don't know why you are leaving this. What's the difference between coming here rashly and dying?"

"I have a reason. Burnett is on the list of killers and often deals with this town. I can't bring him here. After thinking about it, you are the only one who knows the way. What's wrong? Don't you plan to go back to be an apprentice of a blacksmith?"

The bald man shook his head: "I can't go back. My current identity is on the surface of being a town resident, but in fact I'm already a deserter. After a long time, I didn't find out the disappearance of the Fourth Patrol Team. Sooner or later, I will fall into my mind. It will be too late to run away at that time. I originally planned to stay in the tavern and hide my identity..."

"Don't consider visiting family?"

"My parents died of the plague eight years ago, and only the blacksmith was still taking care of him, but I will definitely implicate him when I go back. It's better not to look for him again."

Both parents died, the master was raised, and he was homeless. When he met a master, wasn’t this the protagonist template? Usually, this master had to be seriously injured or poisoned. He passed all his skills and martial arts for hundreds of years, and then he went back to the world to kill all directions. This is the correct script, right?

Unfortunately, I am not a hero in the valley waiting to die, nor have hundreds of years of skill. The only thing I have taught him is a secret to listening to the sound of the soul. Oh, it is the Heart Sutra of Guanyin. If he can read the effect of the Nine Yin Scriptures of Guanyin, then I can completely worship him as his teacher!

"So much nonsense." I cursed with a smile.

The bald man said helplessly: "Isn't this what the boss asked me? Let's talk about the plan to enter the city."

He Bibi said to me, "Boss, this time I am myself. Then you play the role of a business leader, and you are robbed on the way. You want to seek help from the town. The leaders of the town usually meet friends in these industries, and you can take the opportunity to find out what you want."

"The leader of the Chamber of Commerce is the executive councillor of the town. There is nothing to hide from him, and this should be our only chance. When the meeting is over, remember to find an opportunity to break down, and don't have any investment. Leave the town with me immediately - only in this way will not be followed. Those who want to cheat him of money have been killed in the wild."

"I understand, pretended to be robbed, came to ask for help, failed the negotiation, and left in anger."

I remembered the process and concluded with confidence.

The bald man nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, with your boss, your temperament and conversation, you will definitely be able to hide it from the people in the town. Then we will leave, so there will be no future troubles. Oh, God knows why I have to worry about this!"

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What is the size of a town with thousands of people?

In my impression, Thousands of People seem to be a very small unit. For example, if you lead a Thousands of People in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, you are basically a pioneer. A presence like Explosive Horse can only fight and run, and you can't even make any waves. If a general on one side goes out, there are 30,000 to 50,000 people, and you will be embarrassed to say hello to others when you meet.

Although the loading hand is not big, it is also the level of a prince. There are only more than a thousand subjects under his command, which seems to be very few, but in fact it is already a considerable number on this wasteland. The scenes of the army on TV, that is, the scale of a thousand people, can no longer be distinguished by the naked eye.

After walking for a while, I saw a stone-built city wall that stretched across the distance, divided into three layers, arranged neatly, and filled with yellow mud in the middle. After passing through the scorching sun in the wasteland, it looked rough and reliable, just like the dry land around it.

This three-meter-high city siege has firmly positioned this territory, creating a tenacious attitude of three points in the ground, without considering future development and expansion at all. From this point of view, the initial positioning of the establishment here is a military fortress.

Therefore, the buildings in the territory also adhere to the silly and thick architectural style, with monotonous colors and rough lines. Large pieces of stone are simply polished and processed and cut, and they are built into one piece of house wall, like eternal hills and gullies, spreading in the field of view.

More than a thousand residents were wandering through these solid buildings. On the left was a vigorous handicraft workshop. You could see the smoke from the burning evaporate from it, just like gurgling smoke coming out of the cracks of stones, and the fire from the ground was brewing in it.

These handicrafts and smelters are indeed the blood system of this wild beast, and they also have biting and fighting minions for it.

On the right side of the field of view are the cultivated farmlands, and those poor creatures like worms are farming weakly in the world, exposed to the blazing sun. The crops are not alive, they are lying on the ground sickly, and the water is also grabbed by the high temperature, and it seems that there is only a thread from death.

But what is eye-catching is that there are towering buildings between towns, layer by layer, rising along small hills, with completely different styles. The buildings are tall and sturdy, and are covered with exquisite fabrics as a cover, or painted with bright paint.

"Where..." I pointed to the exquisite building and asked the bald man, "Who is living?"

The bald man shrugged, "It's the residence of the town councillors and the upper class. We'll enter through the south gate later and then we'll get there directly via Central Avenue. Boss, you have time to see,"

In this layout of the loading hand collar, I really felt a hint of the style of the War Fortress.

Once the war breaks out, the workshops in the west hide under the stone walls, and the farmlands in the east retreat into depth. In the middle, countless well-equipped soldiers will probably flock to the enemy, line up along the central avenue, riding camels to charge towards the enemy...

Thinking of this, I rode a camel in front, walked towards the two guards at the city gate, patted the guard's shoulder, and said affectionately: "Brother, should you pay me back after you snatched my stuff?"

The guard's eyes were full of confusion, as if he was telling whether I was talking about a joke from acquaintances or bad jokes.

The bald man followed me and was shocked. He rushed over to try to smooth things over: "Brother, I am from the Fourth Guard. We are just kidding, don't..."

But before he could finish his words, I had already pulled out a huge battle axe from my bag and chopped it towards the guards!
Chapter completed!