The walls of Huangsha Town are really an insurmountable natural barrier for the blood-clothed thieves. Once Lin Ze and the others hide in Huangsha Town, there is a city wall worth more than ten or twenty meters high. Relying on four or five thousand blood-clothed thieves, they cannot conquer Huangsha Town at all, and they will suffer heavy losses.

At that time, it would be a problem not to mention robbing Lin Ze's 4.5 million gold coins, whether the blood-clothed thief still exists.

Therefore, the Blood Clothing Thieves wanted to lead Lin Ze out of Huangsha Town, then grabbed Lin Ze and asked him to take out the 4.5 million gold coins.

Fortunately, Lin Ze has always been very careful. Lin Ze will not attack easily without understanding the situation of his opponent. Therefore, Lin Ze failed to fall into the trap of the blood-clothed thief.

Another hour later, the blood-clothed thief who had not seen Lin Ze chased him for a long time and retreated helplessly and returned to Qingfeng Mountain.

On the way back to the mountain, Ma Shan, the leader of the blood-clothed thief, looked gloomy and Lin Ze was not deceived, which made Ma Shan feel very uncomfortable.

"Boss, what should I do now? Lin Lixuan was not fooled, so we can't do anything to Huangsha Town. The walls of Huangsha Town are too high." A guy with a deer-headed rat asked beside Mashan.

"Hmph..." Ma Shan snorted coldly with disdain, and then said with a murderous look on his face: "Just relying on our blood-clothed thieves is helpless to deal with Huangsha Town, but there are so many bandit groups like us in Shazhou, so..."

I didn't say anything anymore, but the eyes in my eyes were indeed getting colder and colder.

"Boss, what do you mean..." The guy with the deer-headed rat-headed eyes lit up, and he understood the meaning of Mashan dialect.

"Yeah." He nodded immediately, and then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

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Mo Town is close to a corner of Huangsha Town, with a setting sun, which looks very calm, but this seemingly calm picture contains the most cruel things in the world.

On the side of the road, seven or eight carriages were knocked down, blood flowing all over the ground, and fire was burning on the carriage. On the ground, there were many corpses lying everywhere, and there were many wounds on each corpse.

Next to it, a group of bandits were committing violence. After the people in the caravan were plundered, they were directly chopped to the ground by the bandits. The only good news is that there were no women in this caravan, otherwise their fate would be extremely miserable. These bandits would definitely drag them into the woods on the roadside to commit violence at the first time...

The boss of the bandit with a green dragon tattooed on his body was sitting on the horse, looking at everything in front of him with a grim smile, his eyes full of cruelty and no sympathy at all.

After seeing that the time was almost over, the boss put his index finger on his mouth, "Swhoo...", and the whistle sounded, and all the bandits stopped their movements and concentrated towards him.

"Brothers, how did you get it?" asked the eldest brother Qinglong with a smile on his face.

"Boss, there is nothing to gain here. It's all about food, cloth, and other miscellaneous things. I haven't seen many silver coins or gold coins at all."

A bandit with two hideous scars on his face kicked the grain bag on the side and said, "If Lin Ze was here, I believe he would soon recognize these grain bags were actually the grain bags belonging to the Xu family in Huangsha Town. After Xu Dongxing threw them to Lin Ze, he tried his best to help Lin Ze transport grain.

Qian Tai, the boss of Qinglong, glanced at the grain bags on the ground. He had actually just come from other places in the sandbank. He heard that there were many fat sheep in Huangsha Town. One of the largest fat sheep had four or five million gold coins on it, so he brought more than a thousand subordinates to come here.

On the way, I happened to run into the Xu family's transportation caravan on the remote path here. The road leading to Huangsha Town was full of refugees. It was too unsafe for the grain transport team, so the Xu family's grain transport team took this path.

Originally, I thought that the refugees in Xiaolu didn’t know that they were much safer, but unexpectedly, they met Boss Qinglong and others here, and were wiped out.

Qian Tai didn't care about the harvest this time. The food price is rising every day. As long as it is sold, it is a lot of money. So, he said loudly: "Pack up all the grain bags, and then continue to look for them. Everyone is smarter and don't let any blind spots go."

"Yes, boss."

Qian Tai's subordinates began to look forward carefully and many people came directly into the carriage and kept rummaging. Then, one of the subordinates suddenly shouted excitedly: "Boss, look, there is still white flour here."

"White flour!" When he heard it was white flour, even Qian Tai noticed.

White flour can only be afforded by people with a certain value. One hundred kilograms of white flour can definitely be exchanged for about 500 kilograms of green corn, and it is definitely a nobleman in the grain.

What's more, there is really no shortage of meat here in the sandbank. There is a lot of food on the wild grassland, but there is really little food. A person can't eat meat all day long. Therefore, ordinary green corn is actually a big harvest, not to mention white flour, which is an absolutely good thing!

"Boss, look, there are some silks and a lot of ordinary cloth and leather here." Another bandit churned in another carriage, and then said with surprise.

Inside these carriages, hundreds or thousands of pieces of cloth are neatly placed in half of the carriage. These are not ordinary linens. They are all real cloths, with various colors, such as sky blue, navy blue, and dark gray. They don’t look as dark as ordinary cotton cloth, but instead have a dazzling light, as if they are silk, with extraordinary brilliance. At a glance, they know that these cloths are all good cloths and are of great value.

Qian Tai stepped forward, gently stroked the cloth with his right hand, and then said loudly with a smile: "Good thing, brothers, pack the cloth and food for me. We are rich this time, hahahahaha..."

With Qian Tai's order, the cloth and grain were soon concentrated in more than a dozen carriages, and the other things were thrown away by the bandits.

In less than half an hour, the bandits surrounded the cars and thought of a certain direction in Mo Town. Qian Tai knew that there was a small contact point dozens of miles ahead, and some middle-aged people were responsible for selling stolen goods. Qian Tai had never been there before, but he heard some bandit accomplices say that Qian Tai was going there to take a look and cash out these difficult-to-carry things.

About seventy miles south of Huangsha Town, in the depths of a wasteland, near a small river that is only ten meters wide and three or four meters deep, there is a small village that is not big or small. It is sparsely populated and there are no towns at all. It can be said that it is definitely a place where no one will come.

However, today it looks extremely lively, with hundreds of tents densely built here, and thousands of horses eating grass by the river.

When I went in, I saw a group of ferocious sand thieves in the tent, gathering here, cheering, and the noise spread from afar.

"Take tread......"

Qian Tai came here. When he arrived, he was very confused. Didn’t his accomplices say that it was a bit deserted because it was relatively secluded, but when did there be so many people here and it was so lively?

Qian Tai, who felt something was wrong, first asked one of his men to go and inquire about the situation.

Soon, Qian Tai's minions came back to report the news. The reason why this place was so lively was because there were at least 0 large and small sand thieves in this trading point, and at least a few thousand people gathered here.

I heard that there were other sand thieves coming here recently, saying that it was a fight back organized by the Blood Clothing Thieves and the boss of the Heihu Village. It seemed that there was a big deal to discuss with everyone, so there were so many sand thieves gathered here.

Qian Tai has heard of the names of Blood Clothing Thieves and Heihu Village. They are famous sand thieves gangs in Shazhou, each of which is a big sand thieves gang of four or five thousand sand thieves.

"Do I want to go in?" Qian Tai hesitated. The food he grabbed this time was not a small amount. If he was attracted by the Blood Clothing and Heihu Village, it would be troublesome.

"No, no, as a sand thief, there are indeed too many activities of black eating black and murdering people behind the scenes, but this is how to directly reveal the name, everything is on the surface. Therefore, the Blood Clothing Thieves and the Black Tiger Village pay attention to the same morality no matter how much. Besides, for the Blood Clothing Thieves and the Black Tiger Village, the food I just snatched is simply a small matter, and they don't care at all, so it's safe for me to go in." Qian Tai was calculating gains and losses in his mind, which is one of the reasons why Qian Tai was able to form his own sand thief group so big.

Qian Tai said nothing for a long time, and one of his subordinates asked tentatively: "Boss, are we going in? Brothers are a little hungry."

"Did you find out what news?" Qian Tai ignored this guy and asked the minion who had just been sent in to inquire about the news.

"Boss, I heard that the Blood Clothing Thieves and Heihu Village have arranged a batch of wine and meat here to entertain us brothers who are gathering here. It's fun inside now. Boss, let's go in quickly!" The minion almost drooled out of his mouth. It was obvious that he was greedy for the wine and meat inside.

Qian Tai pondered for a moment, leaving most of the people watching the food, and only brought more than twenty subordinates to the point of selling stolen goods...
Chapter completed!