845: C845 Sky-hiding Crossing the Sea

C845 Sky-hiding Crossing the Sea

The crowd immediately became spirited. As expected, they saw five villagers walking over.0

These five people were dressed very simply. Their skin color was the same as the color of wheat when the sun shines all day. One glance was enough to tell that they were laborers.

The five of them rolled up their pants, wore straw sandals, and had a large cloth bag on their back.

"Only five?" The mercenaries were stunned for a moment. No matter how they looked at it, they did not care much about the fangs. They just let them pass.

More than ten minutes later, another eight farmers came. This time, they were pushing a cart full of plants characteristic of Black Triangle — poppies.

There was no need to look, these eight were definitely local villagers.

After another twenty minutes or so, a tractor arrived, covered in firewood.

Of course, in addition to the firewood, there were five other people on the tractor.

Every day, there would be a lot of villagers passing by on this road, so they were used to it.

They had waited for a long time, but there was no fangs. This made them even more sleepy.

"Are these guys coming or not? They've been waiting all night, damn it!"

"He will definitely come. This is the only road. Unless they walk out of the Black Triangle and enter from another exit, they will definitely pass here. "

"Calm down and wait."

After more than an hour of waiting and waiting, they finally reached the main force.

However, to their surprise, the main force seemed a little strange this time.

Four people were running in front while eight people were chasing from behind. The distance between the two sides seemed to be about a hundred meters.

The people chasing after them looked like a small mercenary group. They even opened fire at the same time as they were running. It seemed like they were chasing after the four people in front.

Normally, these guys wouldn't mind taking advantage of the situation.

From the looks of it, the four brightly dressed fellows in front were either rich merchants or important figures. Otherwise, they definitely wouldn't be worth the small Mercenaries team behind them chasing after and killing.

As long as they could capture the four people in front, regardless of whether they could ask for money from the Mercenaries team at the back or just extort them, they would all be a fortune.

But now that they had a mission, there was nothing they could do. They could only watch as this mission was about to disappear.

They continued to wait, wait, wait. Finally, a group of people arrived. No more, no less. Eh, exactly thirty people.

Just as they were about to make their move, someone realized that this group of people didn't have any equipment on them. Some of them were even in a daze.

One of them was an old man in his sixties or seventies with a rosy nose, holding a bottle of self-brewed wine in his hand as he walked.

It looks like a Mercenaries? Stop joking around!

However, there were 30 people just now. What the f * ck was going on?

There were many coincidences in this world, but wasn't this too much of a coincidence?

More than ten mercenaries walked out of the small hill and stopped them, "What exactly are you people doing? Why are there so many people walking together? "

"Oh, that's what you're asking." A middle-aged man laughed, "It's like this. Earlier, we ran into a group of weird people, who gave us money, changed our clothes, pushed away our carts, and drove away our tractors. They even specially told us to come back in an hour, and to give us more money later …"

"Damn it!" Everyone's face changed. The leader of the mercenary team shouted, "Chase —!"

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