A machete, an iron helmet like a pot lid, and a sleeveless and open leather waistcoat even when the temperature is very high during the day. Many people in Shiluo Ao wear similar attire.

They are generally taller than the Han people, and are different from the ethnic groups here in later generations. They are mainly white people, and some of them have obvious Huns' physical signs.

Aryans, Persians, and Romans can all be seen here. In addition to dirty men, there are also some women whose faces are covered with gauze or plaster.

"Poof~" The sharp blade cut through the flesh, and with the sound of blood spurting out, a lean man fell to the ground, clutching his throat.

"Hahaha! Borg, your sword is still so fast." The passage of life brought laughter on the street. A strong man wearing half scale armor put away the long sword in his hand, and his companions around him praised and joked.

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The broad-edged sword, brown skin and sunken eye sockets made Liu Cang look at the other person twice.

The strong man cautiously glanced at Liu Cang and others to avoid their eyes intersecting, took out a piece of dried meat from the bag on his waist, and shook his hand while still holding on to the man he had hacked to death.

An ordinary fight in Xiluo'ao had nothing to do with Liu Cang.

The strong man joked with a few people around him and left. Several young boys appeared on the street. One of them quickly snatched the dried meat from the dead man. The other boys stopped in anger, and the boy who snatched the dried meat groaned.

He groaned and dragged the dead body away from the street.

"These are the residents of the Aozi. No one cares about outsiders fighting duels here, but it's best not to kill locals. The dried meat is left for these guys to collect the corpses. Generally, if you kill people, the things on those people will also be left behind.

You have to stay in the col." Ma Yunlu frowned slightly and explained to Liu Cang.

"This is really a business without capital." Liu Cang chuckled.

"So usually outsiders don't kill people in the col. Even if there is any quarrel, they will fight outside the col. Those who were either the caravan guards or the mercenaries from Qiuci just now probably don't like what he has on him.

." Ma Yunlu explained.

The tinkling sound of forging iron and the melodious music of music resounded on the street. The blacksmith shop and the brothel were not far apart. On the right side of the street was a row of houses, and on the left was a horse farm-like fence with some livestock for sale inside.

Some wagons loaded with goods.

Liu Cang and the others were looking for a place to rest. While he was out cultivating a relationship with the Ma family girl this time, he also wanted to find an area suitable for raising velociraptors.

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But on the way, I heard that there were organized armed horse bandits in Qiuci, so I stopped by here to understand the situation.

The composition of horse bandits in the Western Regions is relatively complex, and mercenaries from the Western Regions are also involved here.

The mercenaries here have a wide range of business, from serving in the army of various countries to helping people collect debts, from assassins to helping people drive away roving wolves, they can take on any job.

And they will accept employment from caravans and become their guards. When no one is hiring them, they will turn into horse bandits and run to commit robberies.

Death and chaos are the main themes of the sandy desert, and Qiuci can be regarded as the most powerful among the castle kingdoms in the Western Regions.

This is the main iron production center in the Western Regions and an important town on the northern route of the Taklimakan Desert on the Silk Road.

However, at this stage, various religions in Qiuci have not yet flourished. The Uighurs from the west have not come over, and the Buddhists from the east have long been troubled by Liu Cang and Cao Cao.

Kucha has a population of more than 100,000 and more than 30,000 mercenaries, so ordinary horse bandits can be ignored. If there are large-scale armed horse bandits here, it must be related to Kucha.

Liu Cang had actually been thinking about going to Qiuci for a long time, but he had never been able to find the opportunity to attack this city that repeatedly jumped between the Han and the Huns.

In Liu Cang's view, the Western Region Protectorate can completely divide its troops into Kucha and Ulei. In this way, even if it maintains a permanent force of 100,000, it should be able to achieve self-sufficiency by relying on farming and livestock, and it can save a lot of transportation of supplies here.

Consumption.

Of course, care is all about care. Did he say this? He just came here to see the situation.

"Master Jun, please bring us the best mutton and wine with your meal. The horses are tied up at our house and no one dares to touch them." In front of the inn-sized restaurant, the waiter with tanned skin came up to Liu Cang and made love.

Horse, but was stopped by Dafu's war horse.

The waiter's Chinese was poor, probably because the Hussars had been here. The waiter judged from the armor-covered Dafu that Liu Cang was a high-ranking official of the Han army. Dafu stopped him, and the waiter's eyes brightened even more. He put on a humble smile and retreated.

The next few steps.

Liu Cang and Ma Yunlu dismounted their horses. Sifu stood half a step in front of Liu Cang. Dafu tied the three horses into the manger in front of the inn. The horses were tied here, which obviously meant that they were not planning to stay at the inn for a long time.

The waiter led Liu Cang and others into the store. Probably because of the frequent sandstorms, the store was quite dusty and the overall feeling was bad.

How should I put it? Black shop.

Well, that’s right, the first impression you get when you enter the store is that it is best described as a dark store.

The waiter was diligent and wiped the tables and chairs in the shop clean even though they were old. However, in addition to repair marks, those tables and chairs obviously had a lot of knife marks.

It's hard to see anything on the hard ground, but you can still see black and red traces of blood spattered on the walls of the store.

There were several tables of customers sitting in the store, and all the guests present were holding knives and sticks. People like Liu Cang and others who only had swords hanging on their waists were definitely gentlemen.

When Liu Cang and others entered the store, almost everyone in the store subconsciously cast a scrutinizing gaze on them.

The waiter led Liu Cang and others to a table. A strong man nearly two meters tall with a scar like a centipede on his face came to Liu Cang.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" the strong man said gruffly.

"Shopkeeper?" Liu Cang asked, looking at the scars on the strong man's face.

"Huh?" The strong man frowned.

"Ahem, let's roast a lamb and heat up some food and wine." Liu Cang coughed dryly.

The strong man looked at the few people, focusing on Ma Yunlu, who was wearing a veil, and Dafu Sifu, who was wearing a belly. It seemed that he was confirming Liu Cang's ability to pay. Then he turned and left without saying a word.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Looking at the appearance of this store, I thought there would be a beautiful and coquettish proprietress." The strong man left, and Liu Cang muttered softly, saying that black shops shouldn't do this.

Is it worthy of a girl who is so ecstatic?

"Gee, what are you talking about? The Western Region is chaotic. The men here are rough and tight. Women usually have to cover their faces with mud. Those with better conditions will also wear veils. Except for brothels, you can't see beauties." Ma Yunlu held her in his arms.

He hugged the flying bear and smiled.

"Oh, then why doesn't this woman cover her face?" Observing other tables of customers in the store, I saw a long-haired woman with bare feet and a short skirt, and a light veil only covering her chest, walking toward their table.

Liu Cang didn't pay attention to the woman and spoke casually. There were five tables of customers in the store, three of which had bad smiles and vulgar smiles, and some mercenaries wearing simple armors. Most of the two tables were wearing commoners and behaved more like business travelers.

One of the two businessmen tables had brown hair and blue eyes. He glanced at Liu Cang and the others for a moment and then ignored them and continued to eat and drink on his own.

The people at the other table were all Han Chinese. The leader looked at Liu Cang carefully, with confusion and surprise in his eyes.

"Go away!" Ma Yunlu's scolding suddenly sounded in his ears.

Liu Cang withdrew his gaze and looked at the barefoot woman who was only four or five steps away from him.

Liu Cang looked at the woman and saw that she didn't care at all about Ma Yunlu's scolding. She brushed her golden brown wavy hair and actually gave Liu Cang a wink.

"What?" Liu Cang asked Ma Yunlu.

"This is a female slave. The shackles around her neck have been replaced by tattoos, which means that she has sincerely won the trust of her master. If she entangles with you, I'm afraid her master will use this as an excuse to ask for money from you." Ma Yun

Lu explained.

"Oh, Immortal Dance?" Liu Cang smiled happily and looked at the table of mercenaries when the woman came.

"Ha, I like this woman." Dafu took off his visor and looked up and down at the barefooted woman. Liu Cang's smile froze on his face.
Chapter completed!