"Wang Canjun, this Zoroastrian Temple not only enshrines Mingzun, but also stores the money and valuable goods of many Hu merchants in Chang'an, and my master is one of the principals of the Zoroastrian Temple. If it falls, my master will lose everything. I can’t afford compensation!”
"Oh? Your master has gone bankrupt and can't afford the compensation?" Wang Wenzuo heard this and said with a smile: "Are you being alarmist? I know how big your master's business is! Not to mention anything else, just Baekje, How can Silla’s trade result in an income of 200,000 to 300,000 guan a year?”
"Hey, Wang joins the army!" The man said: "Not counting the valuables and letters stored in the temple, the gold and silver alone can fill a three-bay house. How do you think my master can afford to pay for it?"
"So many?" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but his eyes widened after hearing this. The so-called bays are the size units of ancient houses. Generally, one bay is about 3.6 meters wide, and three bays are about 10 meters wide. This is the largest ordinary civilian house. To be able to fill such a large room with precious metals, even if it is all silver, is an astronomical amount of wealth. These Hu merchants are really rich!
"If the villain has even told a lie, I will punish you!" The man had already seen Wang Wenzuo's greed. In order to impress him, he hurriedly said: "The master once said before the villain left, as long as he can He is willing to give half of the gold and silver as reward for driving away the thieves and saving the Zoroastrian Temple from fire and water!"
"Really? But this gold and silver does not belong to your master alone. It is the public property of the Zoroastrian Temple, right? Can he be the master?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Could this be a lie to me, waiting for my contribution, and then turning his back and denying it?" Bar!"
"This -" The man didn't expect Wang Wenzuo to be so calm at this time. He discovered the flaw in his words and hurriedly said: "The master has a high prestige in the Zoroastrian Temple, and several of the principals in the temple are now trapped inside. If the thieves come in, everything will be destroyed, no matter how much property is lost, it’s useless!”
Wang Wenzuo smiled. He knew in his heart that the man's promise just now was probably a lie to trick him into sending troops. After all, he had seen this Zoroastrian temple when he came to the West Market last time. It was built entirely of bricks and large stones. It was extremely solid and looked like a temple. Big vault. The mob has no siege equipment. Even if there are only some merchants inside, they will not be able to capture it in a while. And this is Chang'an City. It can take as long as half a day or as little as two or three hours before an army comes to suppress the rebels. At that time, the Hu merchants could only spend a few thousand dollars to work for the army, so there was no need to spend so much blood. After all, Cao Yena and the others in the Zoroastrian Temple didn't know that the emperor would not issue an order to send out troops for some time due to some reasons that could not be made public. The only one who could save them now was Wang Wenzuo.
The man breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He could see clearly that the uniforms and armors of the more than a hundred people beside Wang Wenzuo were in a mess. He couldn't identify which forbidden army they belonged to, so he carefully asked, "Wang Canjun, where is your current official position?" Which group of troops are you leading?"
"Of course I'm still in the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion. I'm just returning to Chang'an to report on my duties!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "These people are my escorts, not soldiers!"
"Escort attaché?" Beads of sweat immediately appeared on the man's forehead: "So these are the only people you have? No successors?"
"Successor? Of course not!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Don't you know? The emperor has issued an order to all armies to strictly guard their own camps and not to move rashly! Where can I get a successor?"
"No successors? With these more than a hundred people, I'm afraid-" At this point, the man had a deathly look on his face and was speechless.
"Come here, get a horse for this guy!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Changzhi, do you dare to go with me to kill the thief?"
"The last general is willing to be the vanguard of Sima!" Hei Te Changzhi said solemnly.
"That's good!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile, "Then I'll rely on Chang Zhi!"
The street in front of the gate of the West Market is deserted. Half of the famous big willow tree has been burned by the fire - there is a corpse hanging on the other half. Judging from the clothes on the corpse, it should be the scribe who read the notice. , the body of this unlucky guy was stabbed and stabbed by countless people, and turned reddish-brown from head to toe. At his feet, two guards lay in the gutter, their helmets and heads inside smashed into a ball of red mud.
"I have been fighting in Baekje for three years, and this is the first time I have seen such a welcome ceremony!" Wang Wenzuo spat angrily, and asked Wu Xiaoyi to put the scribe's body down from the tree.
Come down and put it on the high platform, waiting for it to converge again.
"You are late, this is our territory, get out!"
"Yes, get out and go to Dongshi. This is already our territory!"
Wang Wenzuo frowned, and the crowd walked out of the shops on both sides of the West Market. The brocade on their bodies was in sharp contrast with the murderous look on their faces, and the blood-stained sticks, knives and axes in their hands proved their identities.
"The Emperor has issued an edict that everyone must return to their homes. Anyone who remains on the street after Shenshi will be treated as a thief and shot without mercy! Do you understand?" Wang Wenzuo's voice did not have any cadence. If it was Baekje's When veterans hear his voice, they will tremble with fear, because it means that he has murderous intentions.
Hahahahaha!
Wang Wenzuo's words caused a burst of laughter. One of the thugs led by him showed his attitude with actions - he spat on the ground: "For us Chang'an people, this is the emperor!" Then he stepped on the ground. On the spit, he turned it around vigorously.
ah!
Almost in the next second, an arrow shot through the man's throat. Wang Wenzuo turned around in surprise. Before he could give the order to attack, the person who shot the arrow was a Japanese - judging from the tattoos on his face, he should be a shrimp. Yi people.
"Come on!" Hei Te Changzhi slapped the horse's butt with the handle of his gun and rushed forward. The crowd dispersed in front of him. Wang Wenzuo followed closely behind and rushed into the crowd. As his horse galloped, a bumpy stone flew past his scalp, and then a rotten radish hit Wang Wenzuo's helmet and scattered in all directions. To his right, several thugs rushed up, waving sticks and trying to knock Wang Wenzuo off his horse. But they were soon cut down by subsequent knights. A stumbling guy rushed in front of Wang Wenzuo's horse. He kicked the horse's belly hard, and the horse knocked him down. Only a scream was heard under the horse's hooves. Wang Wenzuo didn't bother to care who he knocked down. He just slashed with his knife, and the two relatives Soldiers are always on the left and right, like two shadows.
Suddenly, everything crazy was left behind. Wang Wenzuo turned his horse's head and prepared to attack again, but he found that it was no longer necessary. The remaining thugs were fleeing in all directions, while seven or eight Japanese soldiers rode their horses and drew their bows to kill them. They shot them down one by one, then dismounted, cut off their heads, and tied them under the horse's neck like a terrifying necklace.
