Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1275 Entrapment

Lin Feng didn't look at him: "Otherwise what?"

Ye Liangcai scratched his head: "Where did General Cui go?"

Lin Feng said irritably, "These are all talents you recommended. Now look at this, with such a big commotion, no one has come out to check it out."

Ye Liangcai shrank back in fright.

"Boss, is there... something unexpected going on?"

Lin Feng turned his head and looked around. Apart from a few scattered figures working in the fields, the fields were vast and deserted.

The Zhenxi Army should not have ignored a convoy of this size.

After a moment of contemplation, his gaze turned to the rows of carriages.

Judging from the tracks, the carriage was quite heavy, creaking and groaning as it moved forward, with the wheels sinking more than half an inch into the soil, indicating that it was carrying a lot of grain.

"Find an opportunity to see what kind of grain is loaded on the truck."

"Boss, you suspect..."

"Let's see what happens. Remember, do it at night, and don't let anyone find out."

"Yes, boss."

Ye Liangcai spurred his horse forward.

Lin Feng felt that since it was their first time escorting goods, and the escort agency had entrusted them with such an important task, there must be someone specifically watching them.

It's estimated that their every move along the way will be reported to Pang Jisheng.

Jingnan Prefecture is nearly 700 li away from the capital of Taisho. The wagons loaded with goods traveled very slowly, and they had to be careful not to break the axles due to potholes and bumps along the way. Many porters walked in front of the caravan, filling and patching the dirt road from time to time to make it smoother.

By nightfall, the caravan had traveled less than a hundred li (approximately 50 kilometers) and there were no villages or towns ahead. The deputy chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort), Shang Keshen, ordered them to camp in the wilderness.

The coachmen circled the carriage, then unloaded the horses and fed them water.

Many of the porters gathered some dry firewood, lit a dozen or so bonfires, hung up iron pots, and boiled water to cook rice.

The four镖头 (bodyguards) were divided into sections, each responsible for a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages.

Lin Feng led several bodyguards along the edge of the carriage, checking its condition and occasionally tugging at the black cloth covering it.

Consciousness spread out and reached into the car.

In his imagination, the carriage should be full of grain, but when his consciousness probed into it, he was immediately stunned.

The carriage was filled with cloth bags, but only a few bags of grain were placed on the top layer. The bags below were not filled with grain at all, but with bags of sand.

The sand was mixed with a lot of weeds and wood chips, and the bags looked full, just like grain sacks, and were stretched very high.

Lin Feng walked slowly, licking his lips, momentarily confused.

What kind of trick is Pang Jisheng playing?

How could so much garbage have been transported to Taisho Kyoto?

No wonder the Zhenxi Army didn't stop and inspect it. Did they already know that there was no grain in the carriage?

A series of question marks swirled in Lin Feng's mind.

Why all this fuss? What's the real purpose behind it?

Lin Feng couldn't understand it, so he stopped thinking about it and felt relieved.

When they settled down for the night, Ye Liangcai and Qiao Jushan came over and, seeing that no one was around, whispered their report.

"Boss, the carriage isn't full of grain, it's all sand and junk."

"Boss, there are only a few bags of grain on top, the rest are sand and debris."

The two of them took turns speaking.

Lin Feng nodded; the same situation existed in the dozen or so carriages he was in charge of.

Even if they hauled dozens of truckloads of garbage and arrived in Kyoto, the city would certainly not allow them to enter.

What does Pang Jisheng want to do with this thing?

"Boss, I think they're trying to cover their tracks. There will definitely be people trying to steal these carriages along the way."

Ye Liangcai analyzed.

Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, this grain is being sent to Taisho. The Imperial Guards won't come to steal it; it's only bandits or mountain bandits who will try to take it."

"Yes, they want to lure out the bandits, and then..."

Lin Feng turned to look at Ye Liangcai. This young man was quick-witted and was becoming increasingly intelligent by his side.

"Who wants to wipe out this band of bandits?"

“If it were on the grounds of Jingnan Prefecture, then it would be General Cui who would take action. But if it were on the grounds of Dazheng, then it would be the Imperial Guards who would make the move.”

"So, Pang Jisheng is cooperating with the military's operation?"

Both of them fell silent, carefully pondering the key to the matter.

After a moment, the two looked at each other.

Was he simply going along with it?

Regardless of Lin Feng and the others' speculations, the convoy still set off at dawn the next day, heading north in a winding manner.

Atsumi Shunsui was carried on the shoulders of four men in black in turn. After running all the way out of Taisho Kyoto, he rented a boat at the moat dock outside the city and sailed along the river into Jinjiang, heading northwest towards Jingxi Prefecture.

The four men in black breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Kyoto City recede into the distance.

This time, they went against Miao Changfeng's wishes and stole the target they were supposed to kill, leaving the four of them feeling uneasy.

Miao Changfeng was not only the prime minister of the Dazheng Dynasty, but also the leader of the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world) and the outlaws.

Their behavior clearly makes it impossible for them to survive on the mainland.

They had no choice but to go to the eight prefectures of Zhenxi, which were controlled by the Zhenxi Army, to find a place to live.

They were all seasoned veterans of the martial arts world. After the boat entered Jinjiang and sailed through Kancheng, they relaxed and asked the boatman to bring out wine and food to celebrate.

One of the men said worriedly.

"Hey, check if she's alright. Don't let the bumpy ride kill this delicate woman."

"Just take a look, why are you arguing?"

"Another man said impatiently."

Seeing that the other three people did not move, the man had no choice but to get up and walk towards the cabin.

He was genuinely worried that a few people had stolen a woman from him, going against Boss Miao's wishes, and ended up killing her, leaving them in a lose-lose situation.

He pondered for a moment and then crawled into the cabin.

The rolled-up blankets that they had brought into the cabin remained quietly on the deck, motionless.

The man felt uneasy; had he really been killed?

He reached out and slowly unfolded the roll.

The scene before him made his blood boil.

A graceful figure, soft and voluptuous, exuding a uniquely feminine aura that makes one's blood boil.

The man bent down and brought his face close to Atsumi Harumi's, wanting to check her breath.

Fair and delicate skin, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of bright, large eyes.

The man opened his mouth, feeling that he couldn't breathe.

The two stared at each other in silence, broken only by the splashing of waves against the hull.

"You...are awake..."

After struggling for a long time, the man finally stammered out a few words, his whole body stiff and sweating.

Atsumi Harumi was looking at him with a smile.

Where are we?

"Uh...we've already left the capital city and entered Jinjiang, and are heading towards Jingxi Prefecture."

The man was so excited that he blurted out the whole story.

"Who are you?"

Atsumi Harumi remained lying motionless on the deck, her high, firm breasts providing the man with immense stimulation.

"We are... friends of... Prime Minister Miao, don't worry."

"Miao Changfeng?"

The man braced himself on the deck with both hands, his body almost collapsing onto Atsumi Harumi. He struggled to hold on, his arms trembling.

"That's right, he's our brother, why would he want to kill you?"

Atsumi Shunsui understood the situation in just a few words.

Clearly, these people were sent by Miao Changfeng to kill him, and it was probably not Zhao Zheng's original intention.

Atsumi Harusui was very confident that Zhao Zheng wouldn't be ruthless towards her.