Scale matters.
Han Dongwen looked at the wine glass on the table in front of him and fell into deep thought.
It was a very simple and durable wooden wine glass, with a diameter as big as a fist. The handle was wrapped with an invisible piece of iron. Although it was a little loose when the wine was filled, it still would not spill the wine. come out.
The reflection of a yellow Akashi lamp was swaying on the surface of the wine. Han Dongwen looked at his eyes in the wine.
Scale has always been important.
There is no doubt that Simeng and Xuegang have conflicts, and it is foreseeable that Xuegang will take certain measures to resist.
But will this measure be a real weapon?
Tantaifu doesn't think so. In the view of the National Military Commander, Blood Harbor can put pressure on Haizhou and the Ministry of Shock, which is an excellent opportunity for him to suppress internal affairs, but it will never rise to the level where real swords and guns are needed. The degree of involvement of the other two divisions.
And Han Dongwen needs to make this situation more serious.
At this time, you need to be cautious.
He doesn't need a full-scale war, and neither does Simeng, but he does need to make the current situation a little more tense and increase the pressure on the National Defense Department a little bit more.
If it is too high, it will easily detonate; if it is too light, the National Law Department will not be able to enter Haizhou.
It's like the fuse of an explosive is three inches long, but Han Dongwen feels that the fuse is too long and needs to be shortened by two inches.
But how to burn it?
He raised his head and looked around.
The tavern in Raven's Bay, Bloodhaven, Crown of the Dead.
This is really a very big and noisy tavern. The smoke floating in the air is like thick clouds, scattering the lights hanging above the heads of the drinkers. There are noisy and noisy noises in front, back and left, mixed with harsh sounds. Insults and tainted instrumental accompaniment.
Han Dongwen was sitting at a wine table almost in the middle. In addition to a large glass of strong wine, there were also several plates of food and wine on the table.
They are not the snacks in Simei Restaurant, most of them are grilled things - whole squid on iron sticks, shellfish whose shells are slightly opened or even exploded by grilling, served in large wooden bowls, The fishy stewed turtle eggs, etc., even Han Dongwen, who prepared feasts in the palace, had rarely experienced such a way of eating that was not at all Simeng.
Fluffy, Rabbit Legs and Xu Garlic were sitting at the same table with him and were looking at the surrounding scenes excitedly.
"Wow, this is my first time out of Simeng, I feel it!" Mao Mao said excitedly.
There are all kinds of drinkers coming and going, including well-dressed Olima people with curly beards and hair, local sailors with complicated and faded clothes and bronze complexions, and even many blond and blue-eyed West Asians - they are very different from the West Asian countries. People are different. They often don't care so much about their appearance. Instead, they let their beards grow and their shirts open wide, revealing their broad chests that were trained on the ocean.
"husband!"
She shouted loudly, raised her hand and pulled the rabbit's leg next to her, and pointed angrily forward with her other hand: "Look, is it big?"
Rabbit Legs raised his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Can you look at something else?"
The direction that the furry finger pointed was an Olimar woman who was quite scantily clad and had a scimitar slung around her waist.
"It's really big. It would be great if I played the male role..." Fuzzy murmured, with a look that could almost be described as lewd.
Han Dongwen didn't pay attention to the conversation between Maomao and Rabbit Legs, but turned his head sideways and greeted Robert, who had just returned to the wine table, with his eyes.
"Robert, how are you?"
As the guardians of the Saint, the Ashin Choir naturally abides by the commandment not to drink alcohol. Robert looked at the surrounding drinking crowd with some discomfort, and shook his head with a bad expression:
"No, we can't find anyone to take the escort."
This escort was escorted to Blood Harbor Crow Bay, where the escort should be handed over. The box containing the treasure was now being stepped on by Han Dongwen.
His original intention was to come in first to inquire about the situation before handing over the escort, so several people entered the Crown of the Dead Tavern one after another to see who would be the escort and make some preparations.
After all, Lu Ren, who was actually responsible for the handover, was still tied to Zhang Sihai's boat, watched by Xu Garlic's men, docked at Crow Bay.
But after acting in such a low-key manner, they could not find the host who came to pick up the escort.
"Oh, forget it, if you can't find it, you can't find it."
Han Dongwen sighed, stood up, picked up a copper plate on the table, poured the broken bones and garbage inside directly to the ground, and then slammed it to the ground in front of him.
"Bang——!"
A crisp sound exploded, and the harsh sound suddenly attracted the attention of the people around him, and even the noise around him paused for a moment.
"Everyone——!"
Seizing this rare silence, Han Dongwen immediately spoke and spoke the jargon he learned from Lu Ren:
"In Simeng Haizhou, the Qimen Escort Bureau delivers escorts. According to the rules, the mighty escorts are at their last stop. They will set up escorts and raise flags here, waiting for the escort masters to come!"
He turned around and waved to Shaggy and Rabbit Legs: "Flag!"
With two clatters of cloth, the two dart flags were already held in the rabbit's legs and furry hands. This group of people suddenly became the focus of the entire tavern's attention.
"mighty!"
"mighty!"
The powerful darts are escorted, and before the darts are handed over at the last stop, they still have to perform a beating to demonstrate their strength.
Of course, rules are rules, and no one will actually come to make trouble about this. The more important point of the showdown is to show off one's power to the escort master, telling him that he was indeed escorted by a highly capable escort along the way. , the money cannot be less, and the face must not be lost.
"Damn, you scared me."
As expected, most people just sneered and turned back to drinking and gambling.
Of course this was not the first time they had seen Simeng's escort in Xue Gang.
The familiar noise sounded like a tide again, leaving Han Dongwen and his group standing there with their flags raised, somewhat embarrassed.
"Huh? No one is here to compete?"
Xu Garlic's voice was a little disappointed.
Han Dongwen smiled and shook his head. After thinking about it, he was a little too serious. If an old man like Lu Ren came, he would probably just put the flag in, turn around and sit down to eat and drink.
"Sit down, our flag is up, and someone will be here soon."
He greeted a few people to sit down, looked at the chaotic crowd around him, and felt a little emotional in his heart.
There are people gambling at the card table, with bright sharp knives and shining gold taka dollars on the table. There are scantily clad and eye-catching women at the port discussing prices with ruffian-looking sailors. There are even some with fierce looks on their faces as if they are not afraid of anything. The sailors who were not afraid were waving their glasses of wine and clamoring about where they were going to start another killing spree.
This place was a bandit's den, it once was, and I'm afraid it still is.
In a place like this, how could he make a scene and intensify the conflict between Simeng and Xuegang?
Han Dongwen frowned and looked at everything in front of him.
What he now has in his hands is a group of Simeng players and a priest from West Asia. How can he cause such a big disaster?
A fight here?
It's a rare thing that no one fights in a place like this.
kill?
The name of Blood Harbor, I am afraid that dying is not a shocking crime.
This is like catching an ordinary person on the road and giving him a task to destroy Sino-US relations. How to start?
"If a person doesn't have enough status, he can't even cause serious trouble."
Han Dongwen raised his head and took a sip of wine. The subtle citrus flavor and spicy wine mixed together, irritating the throat of Unit 1.
"Snapped!"
A loud noise came from the door of Dead Man's Crown. Someone kicked open the door of the tavern and walked in in groups.
Han Dongwen raised his eyes and his eyes became slightly sharper.
When this group of visitors broke into the tavern, the surrounding drinkers just glanced at them and then carefully avoided a passage. Most of the robbers who were talking obscenely lowered their voices.
Four people in total.
The leader was playing with a dagger in his hand, throwing it up and catching it from time to time. He just stood at the door and scanned the people in the tavern.
Then, of course, he saw the mighty flag beside Han Dongwen's table, but after seeing the people on the table clearly, the expression on his face changed slightly, and then he walked quickly towards Han Dongwen's table.
"Your Excellency Chi, someone is coming."
Robert's voice was a little nervous, but he was probably the only nervous person at the table.
Mao Mao looked quite excited at this time. He had already grabbed Xu Guanglan’s arm and shouted excitedly:
"It's Qian Xiaoqian! I met Xu Garlic, and I also met Qian Xiaoqian! Hahahahahaha!"
That was the ID hanging brightly above the visitor's head.
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