Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 11 The Smugglers
After Zhao Wen was pushed like this by Song Hu, he instantly sobered up a lot.

"What happened?" Zhao Wen lowered his voice and asked in a muffled voice.

Song Hu frowned and looked directly in front of Fengsui.

"There seems to be someone over there. Do you think there is a fire over there?" Song Hu pointed to the grove in front of him.

Zhao Wen followed Song Hu's finger and looked forward.

I saw a fire burning in the grove directly in front of the beacon.

There are a few figures vaguely beside the fire.

Zhao Wen looked ahead and whispered, "What should I do?"

"Let's go, let's wake up Zhao Daniu and the others first, and then go over to have a look." Song Hu looked ahead and frowned.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, there seems to be a tartar." Zhao Wen yelled loudly as soon as he jumped to the first floor.

"What? There are Tartars?" Zhao Daniu was the first to jump up from the kang, and he directly picked up the long knife leaning on the side of the kang, and said fiercely.

As soon as Li Xiaosan heard that there were tartars, he jumped off the kang in a hurry, and asked with a look of horror: "What's going on? Are the tartars here?"

Zhao Wen shook his head and said, "It's still unclear whether it's a Tartar or not. Brother Song and I are going to check it out. In order to prevent any accidents, we will wake you up."

"You two going? Aren't you afraid that you won't come back?" Zhao Daniu said worriedly with his eyes wide open.

Zhao Wen smiled when he heard Zhao Daniu's words, and then took the big black star and the two Type 67 grenades with wooden handles out of his arms.

Zhao Wen patted the big black star and said, "I have this, what are you afraid of?"

Zhao Daniu looked at the big black star in Zhao Wen's hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Indeed, if you have this thing, it's very difficult for those Tartars to rush in front of you. But what if? Tartars' arrow skills are very powerful .”

Li Xiaosan kept nodding beside him, "That's right, the Tarzi's arrow skills are very powerful, what if there is an accident, what should we do?"

"What are you talking about? Could it be that I, Zhao Wen, have such a sharp weapon in my hand, am I still afraid of those tartars? Don't talk about it, Brother Song and I are going. You stay here carefully, in case something goes wrong You guys run away quickly." As soon as Zhao Wen finished speaking, he left Fengsui with Song Hu.

As soon as Zhao Wen walked out of the tower, he gave Song Hu a Type 67 grenade with a wooden handle on his body, and explained how to use it in detail.

Song Hu looked at the Type 67 wooden-handled grenade in his hand, and suddenly became excited.

Being able to give him such a lethal thing means that Zhao Wen believes in himself, and he doesn't worry at all that he will use this thing to shoot black guns behind him.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to give this kind of thing to him.

Zhao Wen tightly held the big black star in his right hand, and the Type 67 wooden-handled grenade in his left hand. He bent his body and touched the fire.

Song Hu put the 67-style wooden handle grenade in his waist, and walked beside Zhao Wen with a saber tightly held in his right hand.

The two kept moving towards the fire, and finally stopped at a place about twenty steps away from the fire.

There were a few people sitting around the fire. They were drinking wine and eating dry food at this time, and they didn't notice Zhao Wen and Song Hu at all.

A few paces from these people, they tied several draft horses to trees.At the feet of the draft horses stood several carts full of furs and the like.

Zhao Wen lay on the ground, looking at the people beside the fire.

"Brother Song, these people don't look like Tartars, they should be doing business. Look at those carts, they are full of goods." Zhao Wen pointed at the carts and said in a low voice.

Song Hu said in a low voice: "Business? To do a shitty business, it's obviously a smuggler."

Zhao Wen raised his head and looked at Song Hu: "Smuggler?"

"Nonsense, they must be smugglers. If they were doing business seriously, who would take this path? Aren't they afraid of being cut off by the Tartars? Only those smugglers would take this path." Song Hu looked at The eyes of those large carts of goods were gurgling, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Hey, this is a big fish. If we take care of them all, then we brothers will get rich."

"Is it really okay for us to do this? What if someone finds out?" Zhao Wen asked in a low voice.

Song Hu frowned and said, "What's wrong? These people are smugglers on the border. Every year, these people smuggle a lot of good things to the grassland. None of these smugglers are good things. When you meet these people, kill them." It’s best, besides, let’s kill them all now, and then destroy the corpses, who would know that we did it?”

"But……"

"Nothing but!"

As the saying goes, people make money and birds die for food. When a cart full of goods appeared in front of Song Hu, Song Hu's first thought was to take it for himself.After all, if you have these things, then Song Hu can exchange them for silver.As long as there is money, Song Hu can use the money to see a doctor for his old mother.

All this is for no money.If the frontier army did not default on the payment of the soldiers, then Song Hu would not have taken such a risky move.

You must know that those who can participate in smuggling these days are basically people who are either rich or expensive.

If they find out about this, can Song Hu still be left behind?
Song Hu looked at the cart next to the fire, grinned grimly, put the general knife on the ground beside him, and then took out the 67-style grenade with a wooden handle that Zhao Wen gave him, then opened the back cover, pulled the fuze, and fired at the cart. The fire was thrown over.

Those people were only eating and drinking, and completely ignored the grenades that fell into the fire.

After a few breaths, a loud noise came from the fire.

A group of bright flames instantly surrounded these people. Before these people could react, they were blown over by grenades.

Zhao Wen jumped up from the ground, holding the big black star, and slowly moved forward.

"Who?" A voice full of fear rang out.

"Hehe, there are still people who were not killed by the bombing." Zhao Wen raised his head and saw a man covered in blood sitting next to the cart.

The draft horses were frightened by the explosion, and they kept pulling the reins and neighing non-stop.

The person sitting next to the cart was not killed because he was far away from the fire just now.

He was drinking wine just now, when suddenly a bright light appeared in front of his eyes, the person in front of him was instantly torn into pieces, and his body was covered in blood.Immediately afterwards, a powerful force hit him, sending him flying backwards and falling onto the cart.

It's also fortunate that the cart is pulled with something like fur, which has a better cushion, otherwise, this person would definitely die now.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The man was terrified and trembling all over.

Zhao Wen walked slowly to this person, squatted in front of that person, raised the Type 67 grenade with a wooden handle in his hand, and knocked at this person's head.

The man screamed and passed out immediately.Zhao Wen stood up, looked around, and then said, "Brother Song, can't we move these things back? How about I go and call Zhao Daniu and the others over?"

Song Hu was digging a hole on the ground, and said without turning his head: "Okay, you go. Remember, let them bring their weapons. These corpses must be buried, otherwise, it will be bad if they reveal their secrets. gone."

"Understood!" Zhao Wen agreed, and then ran to Fengsui.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Daniu and others arrived at Song Hu's place under the leadership of Zhao Wen.

"My dear, what are you doing? How did you kill so many people all at once? Are these people Tartars?"

Looking at the broken arms and stumps on the ground, Zhao Daniu said in fear.

"These people are smugglers, not tartars." Zhao Wen stood aside and said in a low voice.

Song Hu dug a big hole, crawled out of the hole, patted the soil on his body, and said to Zhao Daniu: "Don't be stupid, throw these corpses in quickly, and then clean up the surroundings. We can't let others see the traces, otherwise we will be miserable."

"Row!"

Zhao Daniu, Wang Qi, Liu Wu and others threw all the corpses on the ground into the big pit that Song Hu dug, and then covered it with soil and trampled it firmly with their feet.

"What about these horses? Could it be that we all pull them back?" Zhao Wen asked, pointing to the harness horses tied to the nearby tree.

"Take it back? No, if someone finds out, then we will be miserable. Those who can smuggle into the grassland are basically backed by officials and eunuchs. If those people find out, we will die miserably." Song Hu shook his head.

"Then what should we do? Is it impossible to kill these horses and eat meat?" Zhao Daniu said helplessly.

"Kill and eat meat?"

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

Zhao Wen patted Zhao Daniu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are right. These horses are like a time bomb when they are taken back. If it explodes one day, we will all be miserable."

"Time bomb? What is this?" Song Hu and the others were taken aback and looked at Zhao Wen.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm just talking casually. Let's kill the horse quickly." Zhao Wen said haha, and walked quickly to the horse.

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