Talaat remained silent on the side. Chief Sargon was basically a local emperor. What had his men never done?
These people were so bold when they came to attack me. Mr. Fourth also said that he would let them live. What on earth did he mean?
After Zhou Jinru finished speaking, he stood still. After a long time, one of the prisoners slowly raised his right hand: "I haven't done anything..."
With the first person standing up, the remaining prisoners also made their voices heard, most of them with clean hands and feet.
"Very well, come out."
Zhou Jinru named the prisoner who spoke first to come out of the crowd. He carefully looked at the man standing in front of him. He was a very ordinary Sargonian with the race of Volper. Judging from the color of his tail, It should be a red fox.
"You are very honest. Let me ask you, where are you from?"
"Nowhere, sir, we are just a group of horse bandits. I accidentally bumped into you. Do you really want to let me go?"
Zhou Jinru shook his head. His actions made the man in front of him change his expression.
"It's not me who wants to let you go, it's Mr. Pasha who wants to let you go, and I, I know who you are and where you come from. Look at these weapons and equipment. Is this what a group of horse bandits can have? Don't lie. I, I just said you were honest."
"Then let us go?"
"Yes, please remember to give the king a message."
"What words?"
There was a burst of laughter from under Zhou Jinru's mask: "Let him be careful in the future."
"Okay, I'll definitely bring it!"
He turned around, walked towards Guard Captain Kemp, and whispered: "Kill them all."
The young pasha looked strange and nodded slightly. The guards surrounding him drew their weapons and swarmed forward. The screams and curses were heard endlessly. The prisoner who was called out by Zhou Jinru before was stabbed into the heart by Kemp. Before he died, he cursed him with the most vicious words.
Zhou Jinru looked at these thugs indifferently. When he asked who had not done those things, no one was honest in their emotions. How could he not know that the royal chief's army would usually play the role of horse bandits?
In the end, that bit of luck was gone.
In the wilderness of Sargon, the law of the jungle is the true meaning. Otherwise, a royal chief would dare to attack the pasha?
There is also Talat, who looks polite on the surface, but when faced with such a bloody scene, he can remain calm and calm. He must have experienced similar scenes more than once.
"Mr. Fourth, I thought you really planned to let them go."
Zhou Jinru asked, "What if I really want to do this?"
"Then let them go. You must have your own plans, sir."
Talat smiled brightly.
Zhou Jinru said noncommittally: "According to your rules, the royal chief will catch up with his people in half a day at most and give him a big surprise."
Zhou Jinru returned to his tent. To be honest, he didn't like doing these things very much, but for Talaat, it was a must.
Before the young pasha reached his territory, he encountered several murders on the road. Not to mention whether it was with the tacit approval of his father, the following princes and chiefs all regarded him as fat meat and wanted to eat him on the spot.
It makes no sense to reason with the thugs, and there is no just legal process to protect them. The simplest way at this time is only one, and that is, no matter who reaches out, use the most ruthless means to chop off his claws!
Zhou Jinru rested in the tent. After the hot noon, someone brought food and water. He ate and went to sleep.
Resting more will help the body recover from the festering wounds. He can feel that his body is recovering, and the dried up defender energy is also showing signs of slow flow. In other words, given time, he can still open the hole and leave here.
In the evening, a servant came and asked Zhou Jinru to go to the pasha's tent, and he went happily.
When they arrived at the middle of the camp, the chieftain of the Baisha settlement looked extremely ugly, because not far away there was a tower made of human heads, which smelled full of blood.
Seeing Zhou Jinru's arrival, Talat said happily: "Mr. Fourth, are you here?"
Mr. Four?
The White Sand Chief couldn't help but take another look at the masked man. Unfortunately, not only could he not see Lian, he couldn't even see the depth of his strength.
Zhou Jinru remained silent and stood aside, with no intention of joining the conversation.
"Chief Baisha, you should thank me. These dead people must be the horse bandits who harassed your people. I have helped you eliminate them. Now you can sit back and relax."
Talaat's voice sounded so abominable. The White Sands prince's face twitched. A cavalry team was completely wiped out. Only half of the more than 400 light infantry escaped. His strength suffered a huge blow, but it happened to cause all this. The culprit was showing off his power in front of him, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Master Pasha is frightened. Horse bandits are a trivial matter, as long as you are not injured."
When Talaat passed through the border before, he was like a lost dog. How come he is so powerful now that he is here?
The White Sand Chief seemed to have thought of something and secretly glanced at the mysterious man not far away.
Could it be that this person was behind the scenes?
What is his identity?
No matter how you guess, the most important thing now is to quickly find a way to regain your strength. Prince Baisha said in pain: "Master Pasha, I heard that you captured more than a hundred prisoners. These horse bandits are extremely evil and they all deserve to die. But it would be a pity to kill them. It would be a burden for you to take them with you. Why not leave them to me? The mines in Baisha Settlement are short of laborers..."
As long as he can take back more than a hundred people, he can at least ensure the safety of his force.
Talat showed a surprised expression: "Chief Baisha, there are no prisoners here, what are you talking about?"
"Without prisoners, how is it possible..."
"There were indeed prisoners before, more than a hundred people. I was not willing to take so many people with me originally. I wanted to hand them over to you after you come."
Chief Baisha asked anxiously: "What next?"
Talat waved his arms angrily: "But these damn bastards dare to say anything in order to survive. They framed you and said you were the one who sent me to kill me. How is this possible? In order to protect your reputation, I I ordered them all to be killed, look, the heads of these bastards are over there!"
The White Sand Chieftain glanced in the direction Talaat was pointing. It was a tower made of dead heads. He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air, shook his body a few times, and almost fell down.
"Chief Baisha! Are you overworked? You must pay attention to your health. Otherwise, please come back. I'm fine. It's okay."
The kind and caring young man was like a devil, telling the terrible truth in an understatement. The prince of Baisha didn't understand what he meant, so he hurriedly left, not daring to stay for even a moment.
devil!
Simply devilish!
Talat watched the White Sand King leave with a faint look in his eyes and an indescribable feeling in his tone: "Mr. Fourth, is this what you want to see?"
"After today, your reputation will be spread throughout this area, whether it is good or bad, as long as you are a pasha, they will respect you."
Zhou Jinru's eyes fell on Talat's face. The young pasha's "Mr. Four" call before was equivalent to transferring part of the firepower to himself. He was so smart. Everyone in this area knew who he was, but there was no one in the area. People know who Mr. Four is.
Mr. Fourth helped him, defeated the army of the White Sands chieftain, and killed all the prisoners. For this alone, it is difficult not to think of his father behind him, the aloof King Sargon.
In other words, they are taking advantage of each other's information gap. Before the enemy figures out the real situation, this team of leaders will be much better off.
…
News of the heavy losses of the White Sands Chieftain spread like wildfire. Many eyes were focused on the team of only a thousand people. A mysterious name spread like the wind to the ears of all the prominent people.
"Does anyone know who this Mr. Four is?!"
Someone pounded the table and shouted.
It's a pity that the various forces hidden in the settlement have almost turned the area around Baisha settlement upside down. It's unclear where Mr. Fourth came from. He seems to be a person who fell from the sky.
While investigating Mr. Four, the intelligence officers also examined the true situation of the Baisha settlement and came to a reasonable conclusion:
The White Sands settlement is now very weak, with more than three hundred people dying in the battle.
As for what will happen to the Baisha royal family, that is not Zhou Jinru's concern.
He arrived at the edge of the oasis territory with Talaat's convoy. The attack he imagined did not happen. On the contrary, four groups of horse bandits welcomed them in generously.
The honor guard lined up played traditional Sargonian instruments, and beautiful women in tulle danced on the red carpet.
Talat, who was riding on horseback, murmured: "The person who came here is not good."
The captain of the Camp Guard next to him said in a muffled voice: "We are the ones here."
…
The oasis territory is not deserted. The horse bandits established a small-scale settlement here in the early years. What's even more exaggerated is that they even built a complete water source and sanitation system.
"I heard that the Victorians and the Gauls said they were civilized societies. Of course they couldn't stand the dirty environment. It's funny to say that when many settlements of royal chiefs failed to establish complete health systems, horse bandits took the lead. step."
Talat's chuckle sounded more like mockery, but unfortunately Kemp was a rough man and couldn't understand what the young pasha meant.
"Welcome Lord Pasha to the loyal oasis territory!"
Two Philinians in formal attire came over and handed over an invitation letter, sincerely inviting Talat into the city to attend the dinner.
The young pasha just glanced at it, handed the invitation to Kemp, and said softly: "I will definitely attend the meeting after I settle down the people."
After the matter was finalized and the Philin people left, Kemp immediately objected: "Lord Pasha, the horse bandits' den is very dangerous, you can't put yourself in danger!"
"I know."
Talat looked at Zhou Jinru and asked, "Does Mr. Fourth think so too?"
“If you don’t go, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are afraid, and if you go, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are brave.”
Talat sneered: "The invitations have been sent, how can I not go? How many guards does Mr. Fourth think is appropriate for me to bring?"
“It’s not a good thing to bring too much, and it’s not a bad thing to bring too little.”
The young man was silent for two seconds and muttered: "I hate you guys who are so mysterious when you talk!"
Talaat had to go, and it was finally determined that there were only two people going to the city with him for the meeting, one was the guard captain Kemp, and the other was Zhou Jinru.
"If Mr. Four can't ensure my safety, then no matter how many people I bring, it won't help."
Kemp initially asked to bring more people, but after hearing Pasha's reasons, he felt that it made sense. No matter how many people there are, they may not be as good as Mr. Four alone.
When we entered the city, there were already people waiting on the roadside.
"Lord Pasha, I am the head of the Gaul Company. You can call me Franklin."
The first horse bandit leader to show up turned out to be a Gauls.
Zhou Jinru secretly looked at Franklin. He was a Liboli man who looked very strong. His strong muscles stretched his formal clothes tightly, and the horse under him was even more overwhelmed, struggling to carry him.
It was really eye-opening, I thought people in Liboli were all very thin.
While Franklin was talking to Talat, his eyes glanced at Zhou Jinru from time to time.
Is this the mysterious Mr. Four?
I can't see his true face, he is just as gloomy as the rumors.
It must be true that there is someone behind Talaat.
I have to find a chance to test it out.
Not only Franklin had this idea, most of the people who watched the young pasha enter the city today focused their attention on Zhou Jinru.
Because no matter how much a young man struggles, his experience and vision are limited, and his character is not calm enough. As long as he is willing to pay the price, he will definitely be defeated.
But Mr. Fourth, who couldn't figure out the details, was different. His existence was probably to pave the way for Talaat to become a veritable pasha. No one knew which force was behind it.
Gaul came to Sargon to make a fortune and attack his old rival Victoria. Likewise, Victoria thought the same way. There was a hostile relationship between them, a hostility packaged in civilization.
Maren Pasha had to be more careful. After all, the Gauls and Victorias could escape back to their home countries if something happened. Sargon had nothing to do with them, but he was a local and could escape for a while, but not forever.
"Can you figure out the origin of Mr. Four?!"
"Old Ising has no choice, the crystal ball has no clue."
Maren Pasha said anxiously: "What do you mean there is no prompt?! I gave you the ancient gold coins of the Sargon Empire, and you must give me an accurate answer!"
The old diviner's hands trembled, and his rough fingers gently rubbed against the crystal ball. A faint light came out and shone on his face that was wrinkled like orange peel.
"Old Ising's crystal ball cannot display information about this person. He is a person who does not exist, or he has no future and past. There are only two possibilities for this outcome, either, he really is a person who should not exist, or , is there any more sophisticated means that interferes with the divination results?"
"So there's still no answer?"
"If you really want a reminder, Your Majesty Maren Pasha, you'd better not provoke him. Old Isin can feel that this man is very angry and has suppressed anger that has nowhere to vent."
