Chapter 4: 4Who is not a smart person?
Chapter 4 4Who is not a smart person?
"Deal!" Weiss also thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed to Tang Mo's bargaining price: "But...if you encounter robbers or other troubles on the way there, I cannot guarantee your safety."
"I'm an adult." Tang Mo didn't expect the other party to protect him at critical moments, as the two of them hadn't yet established enough trust.
In fact, Tang Mo was more worried that this powerful-looking man would have the intention of killing people and stealing goods along the way, so he looked at the other person and continued to add: "I will bring my people with me."
"Actually, I came here for two purposes." Weiss said noncommittally: "The first purpose is to promote the cooperation between the Earl and you."
"Another purpose..." He lengthened his voice, looked at Tang Mo and said, "I'm also very interested in you, how about it? Do you need a reasonably capable mercenary to serve you?"
"Aren't you from Count Fischereau?" Tang Mo did not answer his words, but raised his eyebrows slightly and asked the other person looking into his eyes.
"No, no, no! I am a free man, sir." Weiss made an innocent gesture: "Count Fischereau gave me gold coins, and I will naturally do things for Count Fischereau. After seeing you, I think you are a person with great potential, and if you are willing to give me gold coins, I am more willing to offer you my loyalty.”
“Your loyalty is so cheap.” Tang Mo curled his lips and complained.
"Maybe." Weiss tilted his head disapprovingly: "However, as long as I accept the money, I can still guarantee my loyalty."
"It depends on the situation. If Count Fischereau is really willing to purchase my weapons, then I think it is appropriate to give you a reward." Tang Mo did not finish his words. He neither agreed nor rejected Weiss's desire to join. idea.
"It doesn't matter, Lord Tang Mo." Weiss bowed slightly, then turned and walked out: "I'm going to feed my horse first... It ran away all night, my poor little pony..."
In the evening, Tang Mo, who had only slept for more than three hours, knocked on Roger's door. This man who looked a bit like Uncle Tang Mo had just gotten up from the bed at this time.
"Beiling?" Roger met Tang Mo's gaze with some surprise, and reminded Tang Mo to pay attention to safety issues: "The northern part of the kingdom is vast and sparsely populated, and the road there is not easy to walk."
"I've seen the map. There are iron mines, coal mines, copper mines and various minerals over there. Most of the materials we purchased were shipped from there... If we can cooperate with Count Fischereau , all difficulties will be solved." Tang Mo stroked the fixed-loading revolver on his waist, full of confidence in his new weapon.
“Then old man, I’ll go with you!” Roger thought for a moment, and then said, “When will we set off?”
“We’ll leave tonight.” Tang Mo touched the revolver on his waist and said to Roger, “We have to hurry up, otherwise all the workers will be hungry.”
“Then let’s go!” Old Roger didn’t waste any time and turned back to find his clothes. Tang Mo knew that he still had to prepare the carriage, so he went to the stables to find Weiss.
The composition of the three-person team is not too complicated. Weiss serves as the driver and is responsible for driving on the road. Tang Mo and Luo Jie, on the other hand, were recharging their energy in the carriage.
This time, due to time constraints, Tang Mo was not able to prepare another exquisite box, so he could only temporarily make an ordinary wooden box to contain the carefully carved K1 fast gun sample.
When Tang Mo got in the car, he saw the flintlock pistol on Weiss's waist, and a long sword on the other side of his waist. This is almost the highest weapon configuration for a ranger who walks alone in the world. From these details, it can be seen that Weiss must be very skilled.
"I didn't expect you to travel late at night. To be honest, the road between Beiling and the border here, that is, the vicious forest, is not so easy to walk at night."
Weiss lit the gas lamps hanging on both sides of the carriage and warned the old and young people who were about to get on the carriage: "The thieves there have no moral integrity, and they are extremely poor. They will rob everything."
"You'd better pray that we can reach Beiling safely." Tang Mo raised his head and looked at Weiss at the driver's seat: "Otherwise, your 20% will be wasted."
After saying that, he got into the carriage, followed by Roger and closed the door. Wes had a smile on his face and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Then he shouted loudly, swinging the reins with both hands at the same time, urging the two fast horses to gallop towards the road that extended to the end of his sight.
The carriage left the town at ten o'clock in the evening, and flew towards the north under the last rays of the sun. The road was not very smooth, so the carriage swayed slightly with the potholes on the road.
Tang Mo fell asleep after getting into the carriage. He had been running around for too long in the past two days, so he needed to find time to rest.
The Vicious Forest lingers in the north-central part of the Kingdom of Wright, stretching all the way to the North Ridge. This woodland has complex terrain and a vast area, and it breeds countless lives. It is precisely because it covets the minerals in Beiling that the Kingdom of Susas plans to annex Beiling in a war and redefine its border with the Kingdom of Wright to the line of the vicious forest.
There are not many roads through this forest, and many of them are uneven. Robbery bandits often appear in this area, so most of the time the caravans going back and forth travel together.
Tang Mo and his party did not waste time waiting for the other caravans to gather before passing through the forest, because there were more than a hundred people in the workshop waiting for him to bring back good news. Soon, when the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the vicious forest stood at the end of the road like a giant beast with its **** mouth open.
On both sides of the road, there were caravans that had gathered to set up camp. None of them planned to pass through the forest at night, so they stopped at the edge of the forest, lit a bonfire to rest for the night, and set off together again at dawn tomorrow.
The carriage with two gas lamps on was speeding past the road between the caravans. When the carriage began to slow down slightly, Weiss swung the horsewhip again, cracking the air and making a crisp sound.
His eyes, which did not look very sharp, were staring ahead. Under the illumination of the gas lamp, he could only vaguely see the road conditions within a dozen meters in front of him. In this era, traveling at night is actually very dangerous, and this danger comes from all aspects.
The road ahead was getting narrower and narrower, and even Weiss had to control the carriage to slow down. He gently tapped the carriage carriage twice with his hand. After someone opened the small window under his feet, he warned: "The road conditions here are not very good. Our speed has slowed down! Something may happen." Danger, be careful."
“The moon is really beautiful tonight.” Tang Mo praised in the carriage. He had slept all the way until now and just opened his eyes. The bumpy journey for three or four hours allowed him to regain some energy.
The carriage continued to move forward, and the two gas lamps became more and more conspicuous in the dim forest. On a high ground, a pair of eyes were staring at the two weak lights that were flying through the forest, appearing and disappearing.
As the saying goes, the two lights that seemed to be close to the eyes were half an hour later when they were really close.
On the rugged mountain road, a strong man stood up suddenly, took aim at the man who was driving the carriage, took an arrow from his bow.
Wes was driving the carriage on the road and suddenly felt a chill approaching. His sixth sense from many years of traveling in the world made him instantly alert and subconsciously tightened the reins.
"Dang!" A powerful bow and arrow was nailed to the carriage of the carriage, and the feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling uncontrollably.
Attacking a fast-moving carriage is an imprecise matter, and whether you can hit it or not depends entirely on luck. What's more, there aren't many Robin Hoods these days who practice archery painstakingly, hoping to hit the target with a hundred steps.
The bandits used bows and arrows mainly because they couldn't get muskets, they couldn't make bullets in the deep mountains and old forests, and there were no parts to maintain them, so bows and arrows that were easier to repair became the first choice.
However, due to moisture and poor storage, these bows and arrows are often not very accurate. The ability to hit targets the size of carriages is almost the limit.
Wes had to stop the carriage because there was a fallen tree across the road. This kind of roadblock is easy to create in the forest, just saw down a big tree on the roadside.
While he got off the carriage, he reminded Tang Mo and Old Roger in the carriage: "Robbers! Don't come out. It's too dark to see how many people there are."
“Whoosh!” Another feather arrow came with the roar of the wind and nailed the door of the carriage. Tang Mo found a suitable angle in the carriage and looked around through the somewhat cloudy glass: "I can't see the target, but there are at least two people."
The first feather arrow struck from diagonally in front, and the second feather arrow struck from the right left. The position difference was quite large, so it was impossible for one person to attack continuously.
They could only use the light of the gas lamp to see clearly about ten meters away. The other party was hiding in the darkness and could hide their figure very well.
But Tang Mo knew that turning off the lights would actually make them more passive. The opponent had been active in this place all year round, was familiar with the terrain, and had high experience in night fighting. He and Old Roger were not used to it.
So, Tang Mo said to old Roger behind him: "Take out the gun given to the count, load it...and keep an eye on Wes..."
He didn’t trust Wes yet, so the first thing he wanted to do was let Roger prepare for the battle while keeping an eye on the newcomer who was closer to them.
Tang Mo took the K1 gun from Old Roger and stood at a convenient position. Tang Mo carefully opened the latch of the carriage door, and then carefully pushed the door open.
The one-meter-long K1 gun was not easy to operate in the carriage. Tang Mo could not open the door to let Roger on the side lose the cover of the door, nor could he operate it completely inside the carriage.
So he could only stick out the muzzle of his rifle from the crack in the door, and was ready to shoot over his shoulder. In fact, under this circumstance, it seemed more reasonable for him to take out his pistol, but it was his secret weapon, and he was not going to let Wes know about it unless it was absolutely necessary.
(End of this chapter)