Chapter 490 8.9 Pulling Teeth From the Tiger’s Mouth (1)

Chapter 490 9 Pulling out teeth from the tiger’s mouth (1)

"There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king!"

"I never thought that these greasy and smelly beasts would dare to plot against your grandfather one day! Today I want to make it clear to all of you that I, the Sword Immortal of the Tang Dynasty, am still the number one fighting force in the world!"

"If it were a sunny day, you bunch of bastards wouldn't even be qualified to carry my shoes!"

When the swordsman in the riverbed said these words and took the third broadsword handed over by his subordinate, Loki knew clearly

This Tang caravan is in danger.

A truly powerful hunter wouldn't even bother saying nonsense.

This is just like the maid in charge of cooking in the kitchen who will not threaten the flapping pheasants in her hands, and the social animals in large companies will not criticize office supplies no matter how much pressure they have.

Fifteen years ago, in the wooden castle in Hanshui Village, Master Qinghe rushed into the room, drew his sword and killed people, without saying ten words from beginning to end.

He disdains and has no need to talk to these ants.

The Arab cavalry had already rushed into the Tang caravan and started a close fight with them. In order to confuse the situation, they did not hesitate to control the fire-riding horses under their crotches to kick the carriage to pieces and ignite the silk, paper and other commodities carried on it.

They knew that there was no need to save all 200 carts of goods. As long as they could win this battle, even if there were only 50 carts of goods left, their trip would still be a full one.

The flames, wind and sand, and the cries of the clansmen greatly confused the sight of the sword cultivators. Close combat is the best way to deal with swordsmen, because it can avoid the range damage from flying swords to the greatest extent.

When one after another expensive flying swords were confiscated by thick beech shields, the Arab knights raised their sabers, risking the death of dozens of people to replace the swordsman's life.

Loki, who was watching coldly from the cliff, still watched the battle calmly, without any intention of joining the battle.

He is no longer a foolish young man in his early 20s who recklessly sailed a three-masted ship to the sea.

Back then, his village was hungry and poor. Not to mention 200 carts of goods, even just one cart was worth risking his life and fighting for it with all his strength.

Now, however, he was King of Normandy.

His territory has spread from Scandinavia to England and even to France, including Paris.

Compared with the majestic city of Paris, a mere few hundred carts of goods could not catch his eye.

However, Loki didn't care, but that didn't mean that the caravan merchants under Old Hash could turn a blind eye to the wealth everywhere.

The battle that took place at the bottom of the dry river bed was coming to an end. Two caravans and nearly 300 carts of goods were scattered and piled up there. Their eyes were as red as hungry mountain rabbits.

This is a caravan sent by a large chamber of commerce, which is completely different from the barefoot traders like Mr. Harsh. The carts and carts of goods almost carried tea, silk, or tightly packed steel and glass products.

All are extremely rare and sought-after items in the desert.

There is no need to transport it to the depths of the Black Desert. As long as you can get two trucks to transport it to Memphis, the cost of this journey can be recovered by more than half. Everyone can get at least two or three more golden dinars when they go home.

This is quite a substantial extra fortune.

“Boss, there are so many red goods, I’m really greedy to see them!

Why don't you take advantage of us being unaware and take advantage of it? "

The money is so exciting that the greasy clerk is already eager to try it, but Mr. Harsh, lying on the river bed, remains steady.

He took out a single-pass lens and tried his best to see clearly the situation in the riverbed through the sand curtain.

300 trucks stretched out in a row, the length alone is close to a kilometer. With the head and tail unable to care about each other, the Arab cavalry and Tang caravans, who were approaching the end of the battle, could not take care of all the vehicles at all.

If a small group of people were to sneak down the river at this time, walk to the end of the caravan under the cover of the wind and sand, randomly pick up three or four carts of goods, and immediately drive away under the cover of the wind and sand.

All this does not seem difficult to do.

Looking back at my poor 20 carts of goods, I could only bring the cavalry here so completely because of the powerful fighting force of Loki in the team.

Harsh never thought that such a powerful combat force would follow a shabby caravan like him all the way.

Once a person gets older, the biggest advantage is that he will recognize the reality no matter what he does.

Daydreams like rescuing a nobleman in the wilderness, being appreciated by the noble lord, being promoted to a noble title, and reaching the pinnacle of life can only appear on the stage of the opera house.

In the real world, it would be considered good if this demon-slaying monarch could successfully let his brothers survive.

Kings who live under the noses of countless bards need to be more careful. No one wants them to sing "Lost in the Desert" after singing the "Gods Killing in Paris" excerpt.

With a secret glance at Loki beside him from the corner of his eyes, Mr. Harsh was making calculations in his mind.

(I only have 20 vehicles. Excluding 5 vehicles carrying food and supplies, there are only 15 vehicles that are actually fully loaded with goods.)

(If we can lead the men to sneak down the cliff and take advantage of the chaos to take away seven or eight carriages, as long as they mix with our vehicles, these retired veterans should not make it too difficult for us.)

(Even if the worst happens, we still have Loki, the god of death, so what are we afraid of?)

Hass, who has been able to rise from a beggar at the bottom of society to where he is today, is not an upright and kind person.

Every little person who has made a fortune from scratch has an unknown miserable history behind him, because there has never been a fairy tale of pie in the sky in this dark era.

"Well

You bastard, do it if you don't make money!"

Old Hass, who is smart, would never do such a stupid thing as commanding Loki. He waved his hand to call the thug "Abdullah Sah" in the caravan, and then immediately organized 20 strong laborers to climb down along the riverbed.

Loki still stood on the top of the canal and watched from afar.

Everything that happened around him was like being in a real VR movie. At this moment, he seemed to have another identity and was experiencing the life after crossing to the other end.

It was obvious that this was not the first time that Hass's caravan had done this kind of business of pulling teeth from the tiger's mouth.

The brothers who stayed behind drove the horse team on the riverbed to continue moving forward, while at the bottom of the riverbed, the veterans led by Sah skillfully hid behind the weeds on the riverbed, hiding their bodies as much as possible.

What surprised Loki was the leader of the caravan, "Mohammed Hash", who was over 50 years old. Don't look at this greasy old man who is sickly on weekdays. Now that he is a thief, he is even smarter than an adolescent monkey.

Half crawling and half running, his speed even exceeded that of the veteran Sah beside him. Under the cover of the sandstorm, they quickly moved away from the remnants of the battle between the survivors of both sides. At the same time, the caravan members who were walking rapidly on the riverbed raised their whips and whipped the horses, so that they could catch up with the pace of Hash's team as much as possible.

"Hurry up, don't fall behind!"

After Hash left the team, the leader who led the miscellaneous soldiers on the road became the bearded clerk. Although they had been together for more than ten days, Loki still couldn't remember his name.

There is no way, they are all dressed in uniform, and everyone has a thick black beard on their face.

It is really hard to tell them apart without some special training.

"If we can pull three or five carts of Tang people's goods this time, and if we are lucky enough to pick up a cart of silk, haha, I will treat everyone to the first round of beer after entering the city!"

The clerk whipped the horses excitedly, and the handymen and maids quickly followed the horse team.

After running more than a mile, the sounds of the Arab cavalry and the Tang caravans were gradually fading away. When a faint whistle sounded, the clerk immediately found a low slope formed by yellow sand on the riverbed.

More than 20 carriages quickly lined up and rushed down in unison against the wind and sand.