One Hundred and Ninety-Three: Dissatisfied? Simmering (2)

"Those horses are all good horses...it's better to go along with them...it's also a fortune..."

Jiang Pengji hid in the dark and carefully observed the group of people. When her eyes fell on more than two dozen horses, her eyes couldn't help but heat up.

Although those horses are not as good as peerless horses, they still have excellent bloodlines of war horses and belong to the relatively good horses in the Meng family's racecourse.

The Meng family is the only one among the four great sects who started with military exploits, and is also the owner of the largest racecourse in Dongqing!

Cangzhou is also located at the intersection of commercial routes, so it is very convenient for various businesses. The Meng family has introduced many famous horses from northern Xinjiang or southern barbarians.

With various famous horses as breeds, after several generations of breeding, most of the horses raised on the racecourse today are of good quality, but they only sell low-grade horses, and those with the best appearance and quality are all supplied to the Meng family. The main family, or compensate the Meng family army.

The Dongqing imperial family wanted to obtain high-quality horses, so they had to buy them from northern Xinjiang or Nanman at a high price. By chance, they learned that there were also good-looking horses in the Meng’s racecourse. A batch of good horses saved him a lot of money.

How is the result?

The Meng family didn't take the emperor seriously at all, and deliberately paid tribute to a batch of inferior quality horses, and said bluntly that the best horses in the racecourse would be sent to the Meng family army. Going out will make Emperor Dongqing very angry.

However, the Meng family was indeed not easy to mess with. Emperor Dongqing was already burning with anger in his heart, but on the surface he still wanted to maintain an open and cheerful appearance.

Jiang Pengji didn't think about these horses at first, or she didn't think of it at all.

It's just that their owners will die soon, so it would be a pity if they don't accept them?

As a good boy who doesn't like to waste any resources, Jiang Pengji said that those horses are now hers.

If you feel dissatisfied?

hold on!

Three experienced followers were sent to search for food and water sources, and the others repaired and recovered on the spot.

"I heard that there are quite a few bandits in Hejian... You said the three of them have gone out, will they run into each other?"

Sitting down to rest, a few followers chatted.

"Hey,

As long as the eyes are not blind, which gangster will trouble us? Not to mention three people going out together, even if there is only one, which one of our Meng family army came out without the momentum of one enemy ten thousand, what's so scary about a few mobs, don't you think? "

Speaking of the prestige of the Meng family army, several followers suddenly felt confident.

That's right, in Dongqing, and even the other four countries, who doesn't know the reputation of Meng Jiajun?

They have guarded Cangzhou for many years and helped the Dongqing royal family defend the key points of the country. Is it not their credit that Dongqing has been able to sing and dance so far?

"That's not right! But let me tell you, the most powerful among us is the leader, that Meng Hun is no match for you..."

A follower patted his ass lightly, and a group of people seemed to have received some hints, and the compliments like a tide flooded the leader.

The corners of his lips could not help but twitched, his heart swayed, and he reprimanded him with a straight face after he had enjoyed the blissful feeling.

The leader raised his brows and seemed very displeased, "Now is for you to trim up, not for you to chew your tongue like a gossip. If you don't want to rest, you should say so sooner. Meng Hun? Hehe, a bereaved dog who betrayed his master , who is qualified to compare with me."

"The leader is right, but we are wrong. How can Meng Hun, that hypocritical stray dog ​​compare to you?"

A follower quickly changed his words and flattered the leader. This follower obviously had a face full of righteousness, but his eyes flicked from time to time, looking extremely restless, and he was more active in flattering than anyone else.

The other entourages followed immediately, and said, "Meng Hun is not qualified to compare with the leader. In terms of comparison, looking at the entire Dongqing, only those from the Zhenbeihou Mansion are qualified to compare with the leader. I heard that they are in Beijiang was beaten to the point of fleeing, and according to my subordinates, if the leader of the army is the leader, with your talent, you can definitely turn the tide of the battle and beat those beasts from Beijiang back to grandma's house!"

After hearing this, the leader was in a good mood, as if he was shouting a piece of ice in his mouth during the dog days, and his whole body was cold and ventilated.

Several people chatted and flattered the leader. After a quarter of an hour, the previous three followers had not returned.

Of course, they couldn't come back.

Those three attendants were all veteran drivers who survived in the wild, and they had a lot of experience, but they were nothing compared to Jiang Pengji.

She quickly found the nearest water source and lay in ambush, waiting for the three prey to take the bait.

Soon, three figures came together.

One of the people was pleasantly surprised, "There is indeed water here, and you are the best!"

"Stop talking, fill the water bag first."

The three of them carried a lot of empty cowhide water bladders in their hands. If they were all filled and brought back, they would be quite heavy.

Jiang Pengji watched them coldly squatting down by the pool, and steadily raised her hand to raise the bow in her hand.

He drew two arrows from the quiver and bowed to the full moon quickly.

Shhhhh——

The two arrows sank into the brains of the two attendants respectively, and passed through the back of the head, killing them instantly.

The third person was seriously filling the water bag, but suddenly found that the water beside him was smeared with bright red blood.

He was slightly taken aback, and the two companions who were talking and laughing with him just a second ago, opened their eyes in disbelief, and plunged into the pool.

There is an enemy attack!

Two words popped out of the third person's mind, and the water bag in his hand fell to the ground, wetting the soil on the shore.

He jumped up abruptly, drew the big knife from his waist, and was vigilant about the surrounding area.

Following the direction of the arrow, he didn't see any trace of anyone.

How many enemies are there? Where is the other party?

For a moment, these two questions popped up in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more nervous he was sweating.

He tensed his nerves and guarded for a long time, but still no one attacked him, as if the two arrows that killed his partner just now came out of nowhere.

The man glanced at the corpses of the two companions, pursed his lips nervously, then gritted his teeth cruelly, and fled staggeringly.

[One Leaf Makes a Boat]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, anchor, you let people go like this? Let the tiger go back to the mountain, there will be endless troubles.

[Bone Baa Baa]: Although I think murder is very bloody, the situation of the anchor is a special case and cannot be generalized. To let go of the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. That person went to report the news and called everyone over. Can the anchor alone deal with so many people?

[Mu Yuqingfeng]: I want to convince myself that the anchor can accomplish the feat of more than 20 kills, but... the anchor is still bean sprouts, right?

Liu Lanting's body was only twelve years old, compared to those burly men who were seven feet tall at every turn, she was as petite as a little white rabbit.

Just because of the difference in body shape, the sharp contrast made the audience in the live broadcast extremely nervous, and couldn't help but sweat coldly for Jiang Pengji.

Jiang Pengji didn't care about the fish that slipped through the net, her goal naturally couldn't just kill those two people.

For messengers, one is enough. (To be continued.)