C171 Keep on the road

Plaits?

Xiao Wen frowned.

Although the nomads were mostly disheveled, they did not have their hair in a bun like the Chinese.

However, he would shave off his long hair, leaving only a pig's tail. Perhaps, only that bunch of Manchu constables would remain.

Sure enough, the nomad said, "I heard from the shaman of my tribe that those braided riders came from a place called Qingguo."

Xiao Wen nodded.

The so-called shaman, in the Tunguska language department, was probably someone who knew, or someone who had knowledge.

Generally speaking, these Shamans were people with abundant information and knowledge from the prairie.

Maybe the shaman knew something else.

Unfortunately, listening to the words of this herdsman, their Shaman is already dead.

Helplessly, Xiao Wen could only continue asking, "Did your Shamans say anything about the Towers before they died?"

After the Han army defeated the Manchu army in the clouds, the Manchu army had been staying at a mountain pass in the north of the cloud. They were ready to escape the moment the Han army in the cloud attacked them.

However, ten days after they set off, twenty days ago, Xiao Wen passed by the camp of the Tarantula.

At that time, the caravan was fully armed, and was prepared to initiate a defensive battle as soon as the Tarantula was ready to charge out. Li Zi Cheng then rode his Ferghana Horse and rushed towards the direction of the Cloud Central City, looking for Uncle Li for reinforcements.

Unexpectedly, however, for the last three days of their stay at the Tarzi camp, none of the Tarantula attacked them.

Even though Xiao Wen felt strange at the time, he didn't think too much and just carried the caravan on his back.

He just didn't expect that they would find traces of the Tarantula here.

The shepherd said, "The shaman said that the Tarantula had attacked the Midlands during the late summer and early autumn. However, he was beaten away by the Cloud County's Han people. The leader of the high-ranking officer seemed to be called Li Bo Kao. He was five feet tall and had eight hands. He had to eat five cows every day to be able to eat his fill. Beside him was a advisor called Xiao Wen. He had three heads, one of which looked exactly like the other, while the other seemed to be connected with the gods, and the last few heads belonged to people who had known him since time immemorial. Thus, he was omniscient and extremely intelligent. It was because of his scheme that we were able to defeat those braids. "

Hearing what those nomads said about him, Xiao Wen twitched his mouth and thought to himself, "I'm sorry, I only have one head …"

However, he still asked, "Have you seen this Xiao Wen before?"

"This little one has never seen it before. However, the Shaman said that he had met this Xiao Wen in his dreams and that Xiao Wen had also asked him for advice. "

"Hey!" This bullsh * t is a bit too much! " Xiao Wen cursed in his heart as he considered whether he should whip the corpse of the Shaman.

However, this prairie was boundless. It was unknown where he had found the corpse of the Shaman.

Xiao Wen cursed in his heart. He wanted the shaman to die miserably in the underworld.

Then, he shifted his gaze back to reality and listened to the herdsmen continue to speak.

He heard the shepherd say, "The shaman said that the braids were afraid that the Han people would beat them and that they would be killed by their own actions if they went back to Qingguo. "So some of them came to graze in our Huns' pasture."

Xiao Wen nodded. They also understood why they weren't attacked when they were passing through the Tarzi camp.

After all, they had fewer people, and with their new defeat in the clouds, their morale was low. It was understandable that they were afraid to fight against the Chinese, even if it was just a Chinese caravan.

However, out of caution, Xiao Wen still asked: "How many of them are there?"

"It's said to be four thousand." The herdsman answered with uncertainty.

Xiao Wen nodded.

Although there had only been 4,500 combat troops in the original Manchu Mansion, there had been more logistics. The two added together would amount to at least ten or twenty thousand.

Although much of them had been wiped out by the Han army, the number of people remaining was not to be underestimated.

Although the number of people was four thousand, Xiao Wen felt that it was a bit exaggerated. But there should be a thousand or two.

Thus, Xiao Wen could not help but become cautious.

His caravan only added up to around two hundred people.

To stay so far away from the clouds and deal with ten times as many Tarantula as he did, he was afraid that it would be a little difficult.

After thinking about it, Xiao Wen's expression became serious.

In order to make himself feel less uncomfortable, Xiao Wen felt that he should find some information that would let him and everyone else feel better.

So he continued to ask, "Our caravan wants to trade with the local tribes. On the way to Dragon City, how many other tribes came to Mo Nan? "

Hearing this, the herdsman sighed and said sorrowfully, "Ever since the Qin army attacked the Huns, the blood of the men from our tribe dyed the plains of North Mo red. Our tribe is not too bad. There are many tribes that can only stay in North Mo for the cold winter because they no longer have the strength to migrate. I just wonder how many of them will be able to survive. "

With that, he turned to Xiao Wen and said, "This trip to Dragon City, I think that Lord will be able to meet three to five tribes. Although the number is a bit small, we have never encountered a caravan this year. Most likely, those tribes will only be able to trade with you, milord. "

Only able to trade with him?

Didn't that mean that even though there were only three to five tribes, the trading items provided by those tribes were enough to supply Xiao Wen?

When they heard this good news, the people who were initially disturbed by the Tarantula started to relax.

Then, Xiao Wen asked again, "How far is this distance from Dragon City?"

If they came to the Dragon City, they would not dare to behave so atrociously in the Huns' hometown.

Therefore, Xiao Wen was very anxious to get there as soon as possible.

"Maybe I can buy a few Huns and train them to be guards, just like Mamluk."

After all, Mamluk had also been in the 3rd Crusade … Pui! It was during the third Mongol expedition to the west that the Mongol faced the enemy head-on.

Although the Mongols were only a small number of Mongol troops left behind in the Middle Eastern State of Irkhan after his death in the Fishing City. The army had long since rushed back to the east.

Although Yilhan's Mongolian army was pious to God (turning green within a few years), they were few in number. They only lost against Mamluk, who was ten times stronger.

Of course, this was all in the future.

And now the Huns stood in the way of the Mongol conquest to the west.

No matter how high Mongolia was, no matter how well the upper echelons were controlled by the Scenic Church (a branch of Christianity), it was impossible to cross the Huns and attack the West.

In Xiao Wen's eyes, the Huns and Mongol, the two overlords of the grassland, were afraid that one day, a big battle would happen.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Xiao Wen said: "Brat, you're the one who got into trouble. His body was probably too weak. Don't lie on the cart … I have a carriage, and you can rest there. If you want tea and water, speak to Er De Zi. "

Then, ignoring the words of the herdsmen, the rider called Zhang Tao picked him up and carried him to an empty carriage in the middle of the line.

Throw it in and let down the curtain. Besides the coachman, another well-dressed shop assistant stood on the shaft of the carriage.

The fellow stared at the shepherd, watching his every move, not even allowing the curtain to be lifted.

The little herdsman sat in the bumpy carriage in a daze, only then did he realize what had happened. The shopkeeper of the Chinese merchant group was still on his guard!

Worried that he was a mounted gangster or a spy from the braided army!