After being taught a lesson by Han Du, Hader finally regained his momentum as a captain and walked at the front with his head held high, while Fu Yong and other merchants followed behind him.
As for Han Du and Zhu Biao Tangding, they were walking behind in ordinary clothes, just like vassals among this group of people.
As they approached the city, some people also saw Han Du and his party approaching. But those people just took a glance and didn't pay much attention to Han Du and his party.
But Han Du and others saw the details of the city in their eyes, and their brows couldn't help but wrinkle.
Although this place is still on the edge of the city, the environment is too bad, right? Not to mention the low shacks in front of him, this road alone would make Han Du very dissatisfied.
The path that Hader took Han Du and others took did not look like the path that a city should take. Like Jinling, even the roads outside the city wall are quite wide and straight. The roads here are muddy and winding. Even the same road is of different sizes at different stages. Some of them are uneven and undulating, and they don't look like a city at all.
Zhu Biao was also very dissatisfied with such a city and looked up at Han Du. But when Han Du smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly at him, Zhu Biao sighed secretly, lowered his head and looked carefully at the mud under his feet, and followed the crowd up and down.
After walking for a distance towards the inside of Khrumos, the houses on both sides were a little better. There were almost no wooden shacks visible, and they were all stone houses.
But the road under your feet is still full of dust, so you have to be careful when walking, otherwise you will definitely get covered in dust.
But Zhu Biao had no time to look at the road under his feet. He looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street with surprise on his face.
After all, Khrumos is the territory of overseas people, and the people here are completely different from those in the Ming Dynasty. Whether it is the appearance of the houses or their appearance and clothing, they are all very different from those in the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, this place is also a trading center for the West, and many people from various kingdoms come here.
Along the way, Zhu Biao saw a little man with dark skin and a thin figure. There are also strong men with fair skin who are two heads taller than themselves.
Moreover, such a strong man was wearing iron plate armor and holding a big knife on his shoulder. The plate armor was as thick as a chopstick, and Han Du's face turned dark when he looked at it. Even a revolver may not be able to penetrate such plate armor. Han Du originally thought that the people here would not have decent protection, and thought that with a revolver he would be invincible, but he did not expect to encounter such a giant wearing plate armor.
A set of such plate armor weighs hundreds of pounds at least, and only a person with such a burly figure can wear it and move naturally.
Han Du secretly touched the thunderbolt on his waist, "It's okay, it's okay. With this thing, no matter how thick the plate armor you wear, the earthquake can kill you."
The broadsword in the hands of such a big man is really exaggerated. The length of the blade alone is almost as tall as those short people. The handle of the knife is also one foot long. There is a circular jaw guard in front of the handle, and an arc extends directly from one end and is connected to the rear end of the handle.
The blade is initially wide, and then gradually shrinks and becomes smaller as it extends forward. By the time it reaches the front end, the tip of the blade has shrunk into a sharp tip. Such a broadsword is not only very ferocious in chopping, but it is also extremely suitable for charging and thrusting.
Han Du and his group looked at the other people on the street curiously, and others also turned their attention to them. After all, Han Du and others are also very different from the locals in appearance and attire, and they have never seen them before. Such a group of people entering the city will naturally attract the attention of others.
Fortunately, although Han Du and others looked gentle and elegant, the evil aura of the pro-combatants around them frightened the others, and no one dared to step forward to block the way until they entered the city.
Harder led everyone around a corner and saw two people fighting as soon as they entered the street.
Zhu Biao also saw the two people fighting at a glance. One of them was a short man with dark skin, while the other was a tall and strong man. Different from the strong man just now, he was not wearing plate armor, but he was holding the same broadsword in his hand.
In the hands of the person opposite the strong man, they were holding two bright silver daggers. At first glance, they looked like extremely sharp weapons.
The two of them were holding sharp weapons and staring at each other fiercely, about to fall into a bloody fight. But the people around him just watched quietly, and some even just glanced back and then turned around and ignored him. It's as if these people have long been accustomed to this situation.
Because the two people stood in the middle of the street, almost blocking the street, Harder also stopped.
Seeing that Han Du was about to step forward, Zhu Biao secretly stretched out his hand to stop Han Du.
Han Du stopped immediately, stood next to Zhu Biao, and looked quietly towards the middle of the street with Zhu Biao.
The two people were at war with each other in the middle of the street, staring at each other intently. After the two people moved a little to test, they suddenly charged forward.
The short one crouched on the ground and kept bouncing in changing directions, trying to use his flexibility to attack the strong man at close range.
The strong man saw the right moment and swung his sword across, forcing him to retreat. Taking advantage of his retreat, the strong man jumped, raised his sword high and slashed down.
The short man relied on the advantage of dodging to avoid it narrowly. However, because of this avoidance, he fell to the ground, and his back was facing the strong man.
The broadsword struck the ground, causing dust to fly instantly. The strong man's offensive wasn't over yet. He turned the sword over with both hands, and with the help of the sword's bounce, he sprinted towards the man.
The short man didn't even look back, and without even thinking, he rolled directly to the side.
Unexpectedly, the strong man's sprint was just a feint, and he reserved his energy to deal with the enemy's changes. Seeing this person rolling towards the right, he flipped his wrist and slashed horizontally with the sword, and struck the opponent on the waist with one strike.
A long and exaggerated blood mark suddenly appeared on the short man's waist, which was almost cut off by the sword. In an instant, his internal organs could be seen through the gap.
The man fell to the ground, as if all his strength had been drained, and he could no longer jump up. He waved his hand and pointed at the strong man, and a lot of blood poured out of his mouth. Before he could say a word, he fell down, and he could not die anymore.
But the strong man just spat viciously at the dead enemy, and then laughed at the people around him, raising his hands above his head. He kept roaring at other people, as if he was talking about something.
Others were not surprised by this. No one took a second look at the dead man on the ground. They all surrendered to the strong man. Some people's eyes were filled with reverence, while others were filled with fear, and some even couldn't help but take a step back.
Zhu Biao shook his head secretly and asked Hader in a low voice, "What is he talking about?"
Hader turned around, thinking about Han Du's instructions to him to pay attention to his identity as soon as he entered the city. Taking a deep breath, he explained to Zhu Biao calmly: "He is showing his bravery to everyone. His name is Cruel Rock. I hope someone can hire him."
Zhu Biao also heard what Hader said about employment. The employer pays for it and hires mercenaries to protect themselves and their property, just like a bodyguard agency.
"Weren't all your mercenaries killed by pirates? Now you don't have a single mercenary around you. Don't you also have a lot of goods? Why don't you hire him to guard you?"
Seeing the curiosity on Zhu Biao's face, Harder smiled and explained: "He is indeed good. If you prepare another pair of plate armor for him, he will be a very good mercenary."
Having said that, Harder shook his head again, "But the price he wants is too expensive, more than three times that of an ordinary mercenary. And he also has to prepare plate armor for him, which is a lot of money. So, hire him It’s not cost-effective.”
After Harder finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the people guarding him on both sides. These people were the personal soldiers around His Highness the Prince of Ming Dynasty. Although they did not look as tall as the strong man, he had not even heard these words spoken. But Harder just felt that there was a huge hidden power in these people, just like a volcano.
Hader had a strong feeling, even though the strong man seemed extremely ferocious just now. But if he faced any of these pro-soldiers, I'm afraid it would be the strong man who died.
Since he has these pro-soldiers protecting him, why does Hader need to spend money to hire mercenaries? With the protection of pro-military forces, Harder can save a lot of money, so why not? Harder is a businessman, so of course he can save a fortune.
"Then, what about that one?" Zhu Biao glanced at the dead man.
Harder quickly replied: "Don't worry, the patrol will come and drag him away soon."
Just tow it away? Zhu Biao glanced at the dead man speechlessly and shook his head slightly.
He took a step back, stood next to Han Du, and whispered: "You originally said that the atmosphere here is strong, but I didn't believe it. Now it seems that you have underestimated it."
Han Du secretly nodded, "It is indeed underestimated. Originally, Han Du thought that the people here would be more martial after hundreds of years of fighting. Who would have expected that it would be like this? How can the folk customs be so sturdy? This It’s simply barbaric!”
"He killed someone on the street because of a disagreement, and not only did the murderer do nothing wrong, but he was proud of it. And the city lord, the manager of this place, only sent out patrols to collect the bodies of the dead."
Han Du stepped forward and asked Hader: "Does the city lord not care about killing people like this on the street?"
"How do you care?" Hader asked, looking at Han Du doubtfully.
After a pause, when Han Du didn't answer him, Hader said: "Anyway, this place has been like this since I knew it."
Han Du understood, it turned out that this was the custom here. No wonder Harder said that a businessman like him would hire mercenaries to protect him. With such a trend, without strong protection, rich people like him would really not even dare to go out on the street.
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