"Come on! There are two horses here!" Just as the two people were running towards their horses, a cry came from the distance that made them both desperate.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that their means of transportation might have been discovered.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Becky quickly pointed south, led her entourage, and started running in the direction of Bunas.
"Run to the road! Give me the musket!" Becky ran while thinking up a plan to escape to heaven: "No one knows you, as long as you go to the road and pretend to be a passing traveler, they will I won’t embarrass you!”
"After you get through, go north immediately! Don't go south... Go to Beiling, find people at the Sirik Iron Mine, and let the news out! No matter if I can go back... these guys in Bunas, chickens No dog left behind!" Becky finished telling her plan and stopped in a relatively secluded place.
His followers also felt that carrying a long sword and a musket at this time was obviously not a wise move. So he didn't hesitate and immediately took off his armed belt and handed it to Becky.
After Becky took over the armed belt and pulled out the musket, he turned around and ran to the opposite place.
Becky held the musket in one hand, pushed aside the weeds in front of her with the other, and continued to bend down and flee south.
Rather than pretending to escape, he still trusted the musket in his hand more. He is confident in his swordsmanship and his marksmanship, and at the same time, he does not think that the other party will be able to find him easily.
Tang Mo was on the road to the vicious forest, looking at the businessmen passing by and sizing up his search team with strange eyes.
They had just come out of the vicious forest where bandits were rampant, and they saw so many armed men with bows, arrows and swords, so they were naturally very wary.
Tang Mo pretended that everything had nothing to do with him, and led Roger and Redman north along the road: "Once they lose their weapons and find a caravan to sneak in, we won't be able to find them."
"The problem is, only Wes has met one of them, which makes it difficult to handle." Redman is a middle-aged man who does not look strong, a little thin and not very tall.
There was some Beiling accent in his voice, and he looked mature and steady. He pressed the musket on his waist and said to Tang Mo: "There are three teams spread out along the road. We can only hope that they can prevent each other from escaping into the wilderness." ”
"Do your best and obey fate." Tang Mo also felt that it was a bit difficult to arrest two spies without photos in this era.
As long as the other party disguises themselves casually, it will be difficult for them to distinguish them. What's more, the opponent can also act separately, increasing the chance of breaking through the encirclement.
In any case, it is always easier for a person to act and pretend. As long as your luck is just a little bit worse, you might be able to escape.
"Sir! We found two horses! We also found this!" A soldier ran over and handed something to Redman.
Redman took the thing, and it turned out to be an armed belt with a long sword hanging on it. The musket was missing from the holster on the other side.
"It seems that our opponents have chosen the most correct escape path." Tang Mo grinned: "They disguised themselves as merchants instead of choosing to fight us."
"Then what should we do?" Redman said anxiously.
"Do your best and obey fate." Tang Mo was a little helpless. His opponent was not a fool, and there was no reason for him to act in accordance with his own plan.
Looking at the carriages and pedestrians walking on the road, Tang Mo could only hope that next time the Cyric Consortium would not be so impulsive as to gather a private army and bring hundreds of people to come and cause trouble for him.
If the opponent does not play by the rules, it is very likely that a civil war will break out in Bunas. Tang Mo's 500 private army is likely to create a great history - the 500 private army defeated the well-trained Cyric private army in one go, and officially became a prominent armed force in the Kingdom of Wright.
By that time, it is possible that his K1 fast gun will become a best-seller and become a weapon that everyone rushes to buy in advance. Even Cyric will have to bow his head and come to discuss cooperation with him.
It is also possible that more private Cyric troops will be waiting, with thousands of people armed with cannons, to have a complete arms dealer war, and use a true war to decide everything in the future.
Tang Mo didn't think he would lose. He even thought that fighting a war directly was a good choice.
But he had to consider the price he had to pay in this war - the factory and nearby facilities he had worked so hard to operate might be destroyed, and the direct troops he had trained were likely to suffer heavy losses.
How many of the 500 private troops he has assembled now can survive this protracted war? 200? Or 100?
Thinking of this, Tang Mo retracted his thoughts. Because all this is beyond his control.
The choice now lies in the hands of the Cyric Consortium. How they choose seems to determine the final fate of the two forces.
"That side...is that the convoy going back to Beiling..." Tang Mo decided not to think about things that were beyond his control. He could only handle the matter in front of him and take it one step at a time.
Roger nodded and said, "Yes, they will take away 100 K1 guns this time, as well as one of our experimental mining steam engines, a kilometer of supporting rails, and twenty mine cars."
"Starting from tomorrow, shift the focus of production to the K1 fast gun..." Tang Mo took a long breath and said to Roger: "On the basis of satisfying the requirement of providing weapons to the Earl, we will strive to equip 100 more weapons every month. More than one K1 rifle for our own recruits."
Redman was startled, and then quickly realized that the young man in front of him had begun to shift his focus to the armed forces.
In fact, Tang Mo was more comprehensive than he thought. Tang Mo, who asked Roger to go back to Matthews to discuss the shift in production focus, was already thinking about how to build his own intelligence network.
At least, he felt that he should establish a complete intelligence network near Bunas to ensure that he had enough time to respond to emergencies.
Now he just suffered the disadvantage of not having an intelligence network. He didn't start to react passively until the enemy was right in front of him, which led to what happened today.
He also knows that establishing an intelligence network requires the accumulation of time and a large investment of money, but if this kind of thing is not done, the losses may be even greater.
"Go and have a look ahead, look at the convoy going to Beiling..." Tang Mo secretly kept the matter of establishing his own intelligence agency in mind, and said to Roger and Redman with a wave of his hand.
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Without horses and weapons, he did not dare to go through the vicious forest alone. He did not have the courage to face the bandits alone, so after avoiding the people who were searching for him, he climbed up the roadbed with lingering fear and walked towards A fleet of vehicles appeared to be quite large.
"Hey, let me say...are you going to Beiling?" He pretended to be nonchalant and walked to the guard next to the carriage.
These guards carried Cyric flintlocks on their backs, which made the entourage feel friendly. He walked forward and took out a few silver coins from his arms: "I want to go to Beiling, can you give me a ride?"
"Are you going to Beiling?" The man sitting in the carriage jumped out, patted the dust on his body, and asked curiously.
"Yes, I am planning to go to Beiling to join a relative." Becky's entourage made up a random reason and said, "It is too dangerous to travel alone, so I hope you can take me with you."
He gestured to the silver coin in his hand: "This is the only money I have. Just treat it as travel expenses. Please help me."
In fact, he was very careful. He not only noticed the principle of keeping wealth secret, but also started bribery as naturally as possible.
Under normal circumstances, the escort of the convoy will agree to arrange for such a hitchhiker to mix in the convoy, and will not ask about the other person's origin.
Sure enough, the man who seemed to be the leader of several guards took the silver coin from his hand with a smile, stuffed it into his pocket, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile on his face: "We are Convoy to Beiling! You kid is in luck!"
While taking pictures, the guard leader looked down at the muddy high-quality leather boots on his entourage's feet, as well as the dirty breeches that should have been expensive.
Normally, it would have been impossible for the guard leader's dirty hands to touch his shoulder. However, the attendant still resisted the look of disgust and disgust, nodded and bent down with a smile on his face: "Thank you! Thank you!"
"This carriage is not good! Because it contains important parts... quite important." The man who collected the money did his duty as expected. He led him past several resting carriages and introduced him like a tour guide: " Come with me, I will arrange a carriage for you..."
"Zero, parts?" Becky's follower looked confused.
The guard leader nodded: "Yes, important parts."
As he spoke, he seemed to have reached his destination and pointed to the carriage beside him: "This is a steel rail, it's very heavy...a carriage can only transport two!"
"Steel, steel rail?" Becky's entourage felt that the situation was not good.
"Lord Roger, Lord Redman..." Just when Becky's entourage felt a little bad, the leader of the guard who took him all the way to visit slightly saluted the three people next to the carriage: "Sir Tang Mo ...This guy was wearing good breeches and not riding a horse. He bribed the guards with money and said he wanted to go to Beiling..."
"Oh?" Tang Mo looked up and down at Becky's entourage, his eyes full of playful smiles. Roger, who was standing next to him, couldn't help laughing.
Becky's entourage suddenly turned around and tried to escape. As a result, he ran headlong into the arms of two Northridge Legion soldiers dressed as mercenary guards who were following behind him.
"Let me go!" Becky's entourage struggled violently and tried to resist while continuing to perform: "Who are you? It's a robbery! I just want to go to Beiling to work as a relative's carpenter! Let me go!"
Redman walked over with the sword on his waist and kicked the follower into obedience: "Take him away!"
