[Comprehensive] One Hundred Ways to Rob the Protagonist

The further north you go, the colder it gets.When climbing along the mountain road to the territory of Shanxi, the weather was already so cold that you could see the white air you breathed out, and everyone in the caravan had already put on thick winter clothes.Carriages loaded with Tuancha and silk, the special products of the Song Dynasty, struggled on the mountain road.

I have also encountered some sneaky guys on this road, but seeing the Chu family's flag and more than 200 capable guards, there are very few gangsters coming up-these more than 200 guards were all in the last fight with the black guards. Those who survived the Battle of the Wind Horse Thieves, after they experienced such a battle, except for a few who had psychological problems and were unable to go on the road again, basically all the guards chose to embark on this road that almost killed them again.

The ruthless aura emanating from them was enough to make all the bandits shy away.

"Patriarch." Ever since he left Tokyo, Chu Jing began to call him Patriarch Chu Tianshu. He looked at the white steam on Chu Tianshu's eyebrows, showing concern, "It's bitterly cold in the north, there's no need for you to come in person. It's the same with what you tell me to do."

The petty official grew up in the prosperous and prosperous town of Tokyo, and grew up in a rich and well-clothed place. When did he suffer from such a crime?Even when the old Patriarch was still there, he rarely went this way in winter.However, Chu Tianshu suddenly ordered him to gather the manpower, take the goods in the warehouse, and set off for the Northland urgently, Chu Jing could only obey.

"As a son of man, there are some things that others cannot replace." Chu Tianshu was riding on a horse, his fair face was stained with frost, his long eyelashes fluttered lightly, shaking off the moisture on the eyelashes, and his big eyes were full of tears. cold.

Chu Jing looked at Xie Kun's tall back riding in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Does the Patriarch want...revenge?"

Chu Tianshu nodded.

"Brother Xie is the helper the Patriarch brought in?" Chu Jing showed an admiring expression, "Brother Xie is really skilled!" Xie Kun has already competed with all the experts in the guard team.Those guards who usually feel that they are considered strong can't do a few tricks under his command, and in the end the discussion has become Xie Kun's unilateral guidance.

Chu Jing sparred with Xie Kun a few times, and each time he felt very rewarding.I really don't know where Chu Tianshu found such a great master.

He put away the smile on his face: "With Big Brother Xie, I will be much more confident in dealing with the black wind horse thief."

Xie Kun didn't know what to say in the front, and soon a guard rode over and said that the horse came back from the front and found a place to rest.

Because of the loss of the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, Shanxi has become a region that directly faces the nomads.The Khitan army entered Dacaogu many times, plundering people and looting property, making this area sparsely populated.Especially in Shanxi in winter, it looks extremely bleak.

There is a post station ahead, at least there is no need to sleep in the wild tonight.

After walking for more than ten miles, I saw a small post on the side of the road.Tan Ma, who had explored the road in advance, had already arranged for the postmen, cleaned all the rooms of the posthouse, and boiled hot water.For the sake of money, the two postmen, one fat and one thin, were extraordinarily attentive, standing at the gate of the post station with smiles all over their faces to welcome the caravan.

As soon as Chu Tianshu jumped off the horse, the fat postman saw that she was the leader of the caravan, and immediately squeezed his face into a ball to greet her.Xie Kun unceremoniously stepped in front of Chu Tianshu, signaling the guards to isolate the fat postman.

This place is already close to the border. Khitan troops have passed by here countless times. Who knows the identity of the people who stay here?Others may not think much about it, but Xie Kun was born in Xiuyiwei, and it is his instinct to doubt everyone.

The guard smiled and pushed the fat postman aside, supported his shoulders and pushed him to the kitchen.The skinny postman turned around, with mocking eyes, the fat man moved up without looking at what these people were doing, this is the Chu family's caravan, with so many goods in the team, how could he let a stranger People approach?

Sure enough, the next step of boiling water and cooking was done by members of the Chu family caravan.But they gave the money, cooked the meal and gave them a copy, what else could they say?

There are not many rooms in the post station. The caravan parked the carts in the yard of the post station and stacked them, and the horses rested together.A row of tents was set up along the wall in the yard, some of the guards were resting in it, and the other were on duty at night, changing shifts in the middle of the night.

The room was limited, and Chu Tianshu and Xie Kun lived in the same room, which did not arouse any suspicion.It is too common for two men, still good friends and good brothers, to sleep on their feet.

She and Xie Kun practice physical training every day, perhaps because they have experienced more mission worlds, and the speed of recovering their strength is getting faster and faster. Now they have almost recovered their full strength, so the two of them are actually not afraid of the current situation at all. cold.

Just in order not to attract some people's attention, Chu Tianshu was still like a pampered young man, wrapped in a mink coat, letting the frost leave traces on his eyebrows and eyelashes.Xie Kun, on the other hand, wore much less clothes than everyone else, which was very in line with his status as a master.

Just as Chu Tianshu took off his coat, he heard someone knock on the door.

Xie Kun went to open the door, and saw a servant come in with his head down carrying a bucket of hot water.Xie Kun glanced at him, took out a bunch of copper coins from his body and threw them to him.The servant took it with both hands, bowed his head and bowed before retreating.

After closing the door, Xie Kun met Chu Tianshu's eyes.Chu Tianshu raised his hand, squeezed his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, retracted the other two fingers naturally, and gestured to Xie Kun.

Xie Kun nodded.The servant kept his head down just now, but his left hand hanging by his side was always making such a gesture.Is this a coincidence?Xie Kun doesn't think so.This was obviously a code, but neither of them knew each other.

It can be seen that the other party does not know who to send the message to, so they cast a wide net and let those who know the code discover it by themselves.

In Shanxi, near the border, there are such behaviors, and it is easy for people to contact Khitan spies.

Could it be that there are Khitan spies in their caravan?However, the Chu family's caravan traveled to and from the border for a long time, so it is not surprising that Khitan spies sneaked in.Wouldn't it be a good choice to enter Tokyo as a member of the Chu family's caravan, collect information about the state of Song and send it back to Khitan?

The two had just said a few words when they heard a commotion outside.Xie Kun went out in his thin underwear, while Chu Tianshu put on his overcoat and followed him out.

A group of people surrounded a tent, but it was Qin Long, the captain of a ten-man squad in a guard, who was scolding with a dark face. The servant who was scolded was the servant who brought them hot water just now.

Qin Long scolded him for his rough hands and feet, and splashed all over the floor when he poured the water, splashing his shoes wet.The servant lowered his head and said nothing, letting him scold him without moving.

The fat postman ran over and apologized repeatedly to Qin Long, saying that this servant is a poor man, all his family members were killed by the Khitan people, his face was burnt and his throat was ruined, there is no place for this servant in the cold weather Go, just work and eat in the post station.

Chu Jing came out frowning, stopped Qin Long, sighed, took out a copper plate from his body and gave it to the postman: "Please take care of him more."

The fat postman's originally small eyes were almost squeezed into a line at this moment, and he nodded repeatedly while holding a handful of money: "Officials who are kind-hearted must be rewarded."

As he spoke, he put the money in his pocket, dragged the servant who bowed his head and said nothing with one hand, and retreated while apologizing.

"Don't look at the big guys, go to bed early, and be careful at night!" Chu Jing yelled, and everyone returned to their respective positions.

Xie Kun and Chu Tianshu also returned to the house.

They all saw that the servant's left hand had returned to normal, and he didn't make any gestures anymore.Is it because he has found the target and passed on the news, or is there another reason?

Since that servant is an intelligence officer, he shouldn't do any superfluous things, such as throwing water too rudely, and getting Qin Long's shoes wet, which is obviously not in line with his status.So he made such a fuss on purpose, so that the target he wanted to find had a reason to come out and watch his gestures?Or for other reasons, accidentally lost his hand and overturned the water?

"You rest first, I'll watch." Xie Kun's eyes showed coldness, no matter who it is, who dares to play tricks under his nose, he must first measure whether his neck is strong enough.

With his mental strength, as long as he pays attention, what happens in the courtyard of this station cannot escape his eyes and ears.

Qin Long was very upset.What happened today was that the servant was wrong, he acted stupidly, and wet his shoes, what's wrong?In this cold weather, how uncomfortable would it be to have your shoes and socks soaked through?He just scolded the servant a few times, but when the postman came to sell him badly, it seemed that he was going too far.

A puff of air nestled in his chest, which really made people feel overwhelmed.

Lying on his bunk in the tent, Qin Long tossed and turned, unable to sleep.The guard in the same tent couldn't take it anymore, so he persuaded him a few words, telling him not to take it too seriously, and to care about his position with a servant.Qin Long said that he didn't care about that servant, but that he couldn't bear other people's eyes and Chu Jing's face.

"Isn't it because that servant, like him, was killed by the Khitan people? Act like that! He thought he was a good guy, but made me a bad guy instead!" Qin Long wanted to say, but couldn't. Say it.Chu Jing's prestige among the guards was very high, especially after he rushed out of the siege last time carrying the old Patriarch's body on his back, he became even more popular.

If he spoke out the complaints in his heart, eight out of ten people in the caravan would stand by Chu Jing's side.

The guards in the same tent saw that it was useless to persuade him, and he was still tossing and turning, feeling unhappy.Everyone has been driving so hard in the winter for so long, who doesn't want to sleep for a while?I have to be on duty in the second half of the night, and if I don't sleep, it will be too late.

Hearing the sound of breathing that became silent one after another around him, and there was no one to comfort and enlighten him, Qin Long felt even more sad.This tent is still full of members of his own team, but no one is really on his side.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep, and finally he simply got up and walked out of the tent.

The guard who was on duty at night saw him and came over to ask.Qin Long said he couldn't sleep and wanted to take a walk around.

He walked out of the station.

The stars and the moon are dimming, and the clouds are getting thicker and thicker.The wind was bitter, and it howled mournfully in the open field.

Qin Long wrapped himself in his coat and felt that the wind seemed to penetrate through the thick clothes and into his bones.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was making a fuss over a molehill, and it was better to go back to sleep.Qin Long muttered, and was about to turn around when someone's voice came softly in the night wind.

"Who's there!" Qin Long sternly asked, his hand was already on his waist habitually, but he found that he forgot to bring the knife.

A cold hand rested on his neck.