Chapter 95

  Heishi City has a righteous manor.

  The weather in the cold winter month, there are few pedestrians on the street. An old man wrapped in a fur coat came from afar, wearing a thick dog skin hat on his head, he walked to the front of the Yi Zhuang, looked around and quickly turned inside.

  After entering the tavern, he took off his hat and patted the dirt off his body, revealing a sly-looking goat beard on his face.

  "Great master, your plan is really clever. They searched outside the city all last night and didn't find a single hair, let them rack their brains, they can't think of it, we've returned to the city again."

  "It's still high!" Cheng Dalai leaned against the coffin board: "We're stuck now, can we still get out of the city?"

  "This... both inside and outside the city have added garrison troops, several city walls also have people guarding." Xu Shenji.

  "Don't blow it, you dare to blow and I don't even dare to receive it, losing face and losing everything. Coming out to rob, but the horse was stolen by someone, this matter will be passed back to the mountain stronghold, where can our faces be put, how can we let the chickens and ducks of the mountain stronghold look at me, how can we mix in the mountain bandit world from now on!"

  "What does this have to do with chickens, ducks and geese?" Xu Shenqi asked.

  "Emotional needs." Cheng Dairen rolled up his sleeves and leaned against the wall.

  The temple has been in disrepair for years, with more than a dozen ownerless coffins stored inside. The northwest wind howled into the room, and the cold air was biting. Qin Man, Lin Shaoyu, Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, and Xu Shengji sat scattered on the ground, their faces also looking dejected.

  Cheng Dairen closed his eyes to check the system interface, yesterday's robbery of the Jia family had already pushed the task progress to 3|10, and he had also harvested a wave of fear value, currently having more than 10,000 fear values, still a big gap from the goal of 100,000.

  "Big boss, who do you think stole our horses? Could it be Gaofei Bao or Xiao Bai Lang?" Xu Shenji said at this time.

  "It's not like it's impossible." Cheng Dairen opened his eyes, and although he was also drinking with Xiao Bai Lang and Gao Fei Bao, the relationships between mountain bandits...it's hard to say whether such a thing exists in this world. If the two of them were to join forces against Cheng Dairen, it's not like it's impossible either.

  No matter what, it can't be confirmed now, and it's hard to say if someone else took advantage of the situation.

  "No matter who it is, if they let me catch them, I'll never let them go!" Cheng Dalai said viciously.

  "It's just a few horses, no need to be so angry, calm down." Liu Bei's voice echoed.

  "Axe, my axe!" Cheng Dalai shouted: "My axe has also been stolen!"

  Not only was Cheng Dairen's weapon stolen, but also Qin Man and Lin Shaoyu's weapons were taken away. In addition to this, the dry rations and wine brought by this operation were all stolen clean. Now Cheng Dairen and his men have not eaten or drunk for a whole night.

  "Who stole Father's axe!" Cheng Da Lei gritted his teeth, his face turning blue with rage.

  ……

  Thirty miles away from the city, there is an earth mound.

  A dozen or so big men were scattered on the ground, wrapped in thick windbreakers, with a bonfire in the middle, and cured meat was roasted to perfection, sizzling with oil bubbles.

  A few people sat together, drinking and eating meat, with loud laughter ringing out from time to time.

  "This wine is really strong, much stronger than our kumis."

  "These mountain bandits are quite bold, a few of them dare to enter the city and cause trouble."

  "But they absolutely didn't expect that we would steal their horse away, who knows how much he hates us in his heart."

  "Hahaha!"

  A loud laughter burst out, and the snow powder on the top of the tree fell down with a rustling sound.

  "Little Wang, this axe is pretty good, let me use it from now on!"

  "Yede, you little scamp, what nonsense are you talking about? I saw this axe first."

  "Red Tiger, you also want to compete with me?"

  Two big men stood up from the ground, furious over an axe, and started fighting on the spot in the snowy field. They tore open their chest-opening leather jackets, revealing strong chests, and hot air was blowing out of their mouths.

  A group of people around them cheered and clapped, urging Hu Erle to drink and eat meat, laughing at the scene but not stopping it.

  "Alright, alright." When the two of them were exhausted, Hu Erle waved his hand to let them disperse: "You want this axe? This axe weighs over 100 catties, can you two handle it?"

  Two big men named Chi Hu and Ye De stared at each other, both having strength, but neither of them could carry a 100-jin heavy weapon into battle.

  Huo Er La Ha Ha burst out laughing, stood up from the snow pile, and with one hand, he picked up the big axe. He swung it twice, feeling that his heart was in sync with his hands, and aimed at a large tree beside him, chopping it down with one swing of the axe head.

  Crack!

  A tree trunk as thick as a bowl fell with a crash, and powdery snow swirled up.

  "Good axe, good axe! From now on, this axe belongs to me." Hurley said: "It should be given a name, let's call it..."

  The north wind swept in, rolling up the snow on the ground and covering the sky. Hulun held an axe standing in the wilderness, his eyes like a hungry wolf, his will like a fierce tiger.

  "Let's call it Storm Battle Axe!"

  Hurley, the prince of the Northern Barbarian tribe. The Rong tribe is not a country, but rather a collection of over a hundred tribes of varying sizes, with complex and intertwined relationships between them. The Northern Barbarian tribe is one of the most powerful in the far north region, and it's unlikely that the king would only have one son - there might be dozens or even hundreds.

  Khorlu was the favorite little prince of the Northern Barbarian King, although he was young, he had great prestige in the tribe. The people in the tribe often praised him with a sentence.

  A wolf on the verge of howling in all directions

  Today, Hu Er Lei was very happy to have obtained a handy weapon. He looked at Ye De and Chi Hu and said: "You two shouldn't be unhappy either, aren't there still two guns left? From now on, you'll use them."

  "Good!" The two burst out laughing together.

  "Little prince, what about us..."

  "Red Tiger is much worse than me, why did he get the gun?!"

  "Hey kid, you don't agree? Let's settle this with a fight."

  "What's all the fuss about!" Huerle pointed with his hand: "There is a world of flowers, fine wine, tea leaves, weapons, silk... women who can pinch out water, if you have the ability to snatch them over, they are yours."

  Huo Le stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Hei Shi City. A group of people looked over in that direction, their eyes revealing a fierce gaze.

  "Little King, when are we making our move!"

  "Yes, brothers are all impatient, and have long wanted to go to the city to have a good time!"

  "Just wait for a word from Little King, we brothers will rush into the city, rob people, rob grain, and rob money."

  "Don't worry, with just a few of us, we can't stir up trouble in the Black Stone City."

  "The defenders are just a bunch of drunkards and gluttons, our brothers are not afraid of them."

  "Hah, you don't need to rush, a hundred brave warriors from the tribe are on their way and will arrive soon." Hu Er said: "We still need to sneak into the city first, wait for our people to arrive, then we'll open the city gate from inside and outside, and have a good looting in Blackstone City."