After a long time, Han Shanjun slowly stopped crying. After folding the picture of the mandarin ducks crossing their necks, he carefully put it in his arms. Then he picked up the scimitar again and looked at Qin Feng with suspicious eyes: "Boy, tell me honestly, you Who is he?"
"Haha, I'll tell you the truth, I, Qin Feng, came from the Seven Kills Castle!"
"What, you are Qin Feng, the one who killed the second master, Temur, with one shot in Lianglang Mountain?"
"Exactly!"
"What a good boy, you have the courage to sneak into the camp of our bandits. Believe it or not, as long as I shout, you will be cut into pieces, chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs?"
"Haha, how dare I not believe what the Third Master said, but... if there is any problem with me, I'm afraid you will never see Miss Wan'er again in your life, let alone take revenge!"
Qin Feng showed no fear and took a step forward to confront Han Shanjun. Their eyes were like two lightning bolts, clashing fiercely in mid-air.
This is a contest of courage and will. The brave wins and the weak loses!
After a while, Han Shanjun was the first to lower his head, feeling extremely flustered. The young man's eyes in front of him were so terrifying, so full of murderous intent... As God testifies, he would never be so ferocious if he didn't have hundreds of lives on his hands. The murderous intent!
"Are you threatening me with Wan'er?"
"I don't dare. I just want to make a deal with the third master. Once the deal is completed, I guarantee that you will kill your enemy, rescue Miss Wan'er, and become the master of the bandits!"
"Oh, what deal?"
"Haha, come here, let's do this together... like this... again..."
Qin Feng lowered his voice and muttered for a long time. Han Shanjun's face changed several times after hearing this, as if he had seen a ghost.
He is still a ruthless evil ghost king who has just crawled out of the eighteenth level of hell!
"I made a poisonous oath with the eldest boss, Hou Wanjin, and we became brothers, living and dying together... You want me to betray him, this is absolutely impossible!"
"Haha, what the third master said is wrong. You regard him as a brother. Does he regard you as a brother? Think about what happened at today's banquet. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the 'Old Yin Monkey' has started to kill. Heart, I'm afraid that it won't be long before he's going to kill you, will you still have a way to survive by then?"
"Well..."
Han Shanjun hesitated, put his hands behind his back, and walked around the tent... Qin Feng's words were very straightforward, but they made sense.
Four years ago, his parents were killed and his fiancée was snatched away. In anger, he defected to the bandits, thinking of using the strength of the bandits to get his fiancée back and seek revenge on Zheng Qianhu.
When joining the gang, Hou Wanjin also agreed that he would definitely help him get revenge.
In the Mu Us Desert, there were originally more than a dozen groups of sand bandits. In order to compete for pasture, water sources, and livestock, they often killed each other and fought fiercely.
In order to repay his kindness, he sacrificed his life and fought many bloody battles, helping Hou Wanjin defeat other sand bandits and become the overlord of this desert.
But after dominating the desert, Hou Wanjin didn't mention anything about avenging himself. Not only that, seeing his prestige getting higher and higher and having more and more brothers under his command, the old Yin monkey became even more suspicious. The heart often makes stumbling blocks in secret, causing oneself to suffer a lot of dumb losses.
It’s okay to suffer a little loss. The key is that after the death of the second leader Temur, the balance within the bandits has been broken. The conflicts are getting bigger and bigger. Sooner or later there will be a fight. If we really wait for the old Yin monkey to strike first, He will definitely die.
There are also brothers under him, I am afraid that none of them will survive!
what to do?
what to do?
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There is no other way. When it reaches this point, the only thing we can do is to destroy people if they don’t care for themselves!
After weighing the pros and cons, Han Shanjun's eyes relaxed: "Qin Feng, I admit that what you said makes sense, but the world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable, so why should I believe you?"
"It's very simple. First: If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have come tonight. Now that I have come, I have no intention of harming you. Second: There is a saying that is good, friends of friends may not be friends, but enemies Enemies must be good friends. Zheng Qianhu and I also have indissoluble grudges, so naturally we can trust each other, what do you think?"
"You have a grudge against Zheng Qianhu?"
"Yes, he wants to kill me. I am not willing to sit back and wait for death, so naturally I will fight back!"
Next, Qin Feng described his situation and his enmity with Zheng Qianhu in detail.
"Okay, I believe what you said. I hope you won't let me down. Otherwise, even if you risk your life, I will seek revenge from you. On the contrary, you can really help me get Wan'er back and kill Zheng Qianhu to avenge me. Han’s life is yours, and from now on he will live through fire and water, as you command!"
"Okay, it's a deal!"
"It's a deal!"
After pondering for a long time, Han Shanjun nodded, and then cut his left palm with a machete, and blood flowed out instantly.
Qin Feng pulled out the military thorn and cut his palm without hesitation.
Next, the two blood-stained hands were firmly held together, and an alliance was formed... Now that we have formed an alliance, we can speak out if we have any questions.
"Brother Han, can I ask you something?"
"Brother Qin, please ask. As long as Han knows something, he will tell the truth."
"More than a month ago, your second-in-command, Temur, led his men and ambushed the Xue family caravan in Lianglang Mountain. I would like to ask, did you plan this yourself, or were you instigated by others?"
"Of course I was instigated, otherwise who would dare to rob and kill the Xue family caravan so easily!"
"What's the specific process?"
"Well, about a month and a half ago, someone came to our door. They paid a lot of money and asked Hou Wanjin to lead people to attack the Xue family's caravan and kidnap the female young master, Xue Jinyu. They also provided the specific time and route map of the caravan's trip. Then Hou Wanjin was jealous of the money. I agreed immediately.
The problem is that the Xue family is one of the three major Qin merchants and has great influence in the northwest area. If they rob their caravan, it will definitely cause big trouble. Hou Wanjin did not dare to do it himself, so he sent that reckless man Temur to lead them. He was ambushed halfway, and he didn't want to fail in the ambush, but he died in the hands of his little brother! "
"Who is the mastermind behind this?"
"I don't know. The person who came was covered with black gauze and didn't disclose any of his origins. After negotiating with Hou Wanjin in private, he left immediately... After the incident, I asked Hou Wanjin about it. This old Yin monkey was very tight-lipped. I refuse to reveal the truth, but when that person came, I met him twice. He was a fat man about forty years old, with a big head, and he spoke with a Shanxi accent!"
"A middle-aged fat man with a big head and a Shanxi accent. Could this matter be related to Shanxi merchants? I heard that in recent years, there has been great conflict between Shanxi merchants and Qin merchants!"
Without direct evidence, the matter could only be put aside for the time being. Next, Qin Feng and Han Shanjun discussed specific plans and how to cooperate with each other, and did not leave until the fourth watch.
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The next day, Han Shanjun left with his men and horses on the grounds that he was tired from the long journey and needed rest, and went to station at an oasis in the desert.
Hou Wanjin has always been worried that Han Shanjun will compete with him for the interests of the gold placer mine. Now that Han Shanjun has taken the initiative to take people away, he is taking advantage of his heart, so naturally he will not keep him.
There are more than 800 sand bandits in total, of which more than 100 are stationed in the Xixia Ancient Tombs and more than 200 are scattered in several oases. Han Shanjun took away more than 100 people, leaving more than 400 people behind. By the Qinglong River, there were all Hou Wanjin’s confidants.
At this point, Qin Feng's plan is basically completed. Next, it's time to close the net.
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On the sixth day of September, the first year of Chongzhen, it was sunny again.
Gold panning is hard work. Under Qin Feng's ingenious suggestion, Hou Wanjin sent people to get some cattle, sheep, and fine wine to reward his men, so that they could work harder and dig out more gold sand.
"Brothers, cheer up!"
"Five leaders, six or six horses, eight horses - drink, drink, haha!"
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At dusk, dozens of bonfires were set up beside the Qinglong River, with large pieces of beef and mutton on them. After they were cooked, the aroma filled the air and made people drool.
More than ten sand bandits sat in a circle, eating large chunks of meat and drinking heavily. Some were howling at the top of their lungs while others were having a great time dancing a crude Mongolian dance.
After drinking so much, some people soon became drunk, lying on the river bank here and there, rolling a few times from time to time, like drunken crabs!
Qin Feng mingled among the crowd, toasting a bowl of wine to the east and joking to the west, creating a happy atmosphere.
Seeing that the time was almost up, he gave Mouse a look and asked him to stay and monitor the drinking bandits. Qin Feng quietly withdrew from the crowd and got into the night...
While the bandits were having a revelry, they did not completely lose their vigilance. They set up more than a dozen sentries in the woods around the Qinglong River and on commanding heights, and those on duty were strictly prohibited from drinking alcohol!
The first thing Qin Feng had to do was to remove all these sentries silently. The method was very simple and only required one tool - the blow dart!
The blow dart is a thin and long copper tube with a steel needle inside, which is coated with several medicinal materials such as toad venom, Sichuan Wu, and Cao Wu. It has strong anesthetic properties... Aim at the target and blow hard, thirty Within one step, every shot will hit!
Plop... one!
Plop...two!
…
Qin Feng moved quickly, and in just one meal, he placed all fourteen sentries. After placing them, he did not kill any of them. Instead, he dragged them to a dark place and poured some strong alcohol on these sentries. .
In this way, even if someone discovers it, they will only think that the person standing guard is greedy and drunk, and will not suspect anything else.
After removing all the sentries, Qin Feng came to a relatively empty place, took off his robe, swung it back and forth a few times, and then stretched out his left arm.
"Whoosh!"
Soon, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed firmly on Qin Feng's arm. It was the little golden eagle Lightning. In recent times, Qin Feng relied on it to contact the Seven Kills Fort and report to the bandits. every move.
There is a small bamboo tube on the leg of the golden eagle, and there is a secret letter hidden inside. After unfolding it, there is no word on it, but only random symbols.
It turns out that Qin Feng specially designed a set of passwords in order to keep it secret. The level is not high, but it is enough for this era.
The contents of the secret message, translated into just a few words: "Vice Dong Qianhu and his 300 troops have left Qisha Fort and are galloping towards the Qinglong River. They will surely arrive at the third watch!" '
"Lightning, go!"
Next, Qin Feng took out a small red cloth and tied it on the little golden eagle's leg. The latter rose into the air and flew towards the southeast...
The red cloth strip is one of the agreed signals: everything goes well with the plan. Once the team arrives, they will launch an attack immediately!
Next, capture the thief first and capture the king. It's time to send the money-grubbing 'Old Yin Monkey' to see the Lord of Hell!
