Yellow River Craftsman

Chapter 121 The Holy War

"Shh!"

A Gou, who was walking in front, raised his palms to signal the team to stop.

"There seems to be someone in front!" Agou turned around and said.

I saw bursts of white smoke floating below the river in the distance.

We looked at each other, in this desolate desert, there are other people? !
A Gou took out the gun and carefully led everyone forward.

When we got closer, we found two tents standing in the dry river.The surface of the tent is covered with yellow sand, and it doesn't look like it was just erected.A fire was burning in front of the tent, and inside the fire were broken salix, which is a good material for making fire in the desert.

We were about to touch down to have a look, when a burly bearded man with a turban came out of the tent.

Agou took a step back and wanted to hide, but he stepped on a gravel, and the gravel rolled all the way to the bearded man's feet.

The bearded man was attracted by the rolling stones, he raised his head suddenly, and suddenly pulled out a pistol from his back: "Who?"

"Don't mess around!" Agou also raised his pistol.

Hearing the sound, five or six strong men came out of the tent, all wearing white turbans and holding various weapons in their hands. The most distinctive feature of them was their big beards.

I recognized this group of people immediately. When we ate mutton with fingers last night, this group of bearded people sat at the table next to us. The bearded faces on their faces are very distinctive and can be recognized at a glance.How did this group of bearded beards appear here?The signs at the scene indicated that they should have come here to set up camp last night.

What is the origin of these people?
What are they doing here?
Could it be that they were also going to Heishui City?

"Put down your guns!" Wan Juncheng walked out from behind without slowing down, with his hands behind his back, and read aloud to the bearded man below: "Weicheng is rainy in the morning and dust is light, and the inn is green and green." Liu Sexin!"

One of the bearded men actually responded: "I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no old friend when you go out of Yangguan in the west!"

We were startled suddenly, isn't this the song "Send Yuan Er Envoy Anxi" by Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei?

How did Wan Juncheng and the bearded man below match poetry?
Is this another code word for some kind of connection?

My guess is not wrong, this ancient poem is indeed a code word for the joint, because I heard Wan Juncheng say loudly: "Wan Juncheng, are you brother Ah Qi?"

The bearded man nodded, waved his hand, signaled the other companions to put down their guns, then took two steps forward, clasped his fists at Wan Juncheng and saluted, "I'm here, Seventh, I'm here to help Professor Wan at the order of the president. !Professor Wan, I have admired your name for a long time!"

Wan Juncheng smiled, and glanced at the faces of the bearded group: "Why did you send eight people here? Let alone eight people, even if eighty people come, it will not be enough to move the treasure by then!"

Ah Qi said calmly: "Let's find the treasure first, and then we'll talk about it. As long as the situation is true, the higher-ups will definitely send more people!"

Wan Juncheng nodded: "Then there will be Lao Seventh Brothers on this trip!"

"You're welcome!" There was no color in Ah Qi's pupils, it was the dead gray that appeared after killing too many people: "We are all doing things for the Jihad Society!"

As soon as the word "Jihad" fell, Ah Gou couldn't help shivering, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"Agou, what's wrong with you?" Wan Juncheng looked at Agou strangely.

A Gou quickly lowered his head to pick up the gun, and prevaricated: "No! It's nothing! It may be that there is too much sweat in the palm, so the hand is slippery!"

Damn it!

It's over, it's over, this time!
Unexpectedly, Wan Juncheng actually invited a group of thugs to help fight in private. Now that we want to bring down Wan Juncheng, it will be even more difficult.

Also, what do they mean by the "Jihad" they just mentioned?
I asked Gu Meidi about the encyclopedia, and Gu Meidi told me that the Jihad is a terrorist organization lurking in the Middle East. It has been very active in the Middle East in recent years. From the hand of the Jihad.

Looking at those strong bearded men with formidable faces, I shivered slightly in my heart.

No wonder these people's faces are full of murderous looks, they are all battle-tested desperadoes.

I have to admire Wan Juncheng, an old fox, for his thoughtfulness to the extreme. In fact, he had already seen these jihadist militants during dinner last night, but because there were so many people in the restaurant, Wan Juncheng was not there. Talk to them for the first time, but make an appointment to meet in the uninhabited desert.

Ah Qi raised his chin and welcomed us into the tent.

In the center of the tent was a newly-extinguished bonfire, with a few sparks still flickering.

We sat down one by one around the fire.

"You guys came at the right time, what a blessing!" Ah Qi pulled out a sharp saber from his trouser leg, squatted beside the extinguished fire, inserted the saber into the fire and fiddled lightly.

After a while, Ah Qi drew out his saber, only to see a half-inch-long worm stuck in the tip of the saber.The worms had been roasted black, and the watch case was still emitting green smoke, exuding a burnt smell.

General Ah Qi handed the sword to Wan Juncheng: "Try it, this is the most delicious sandworm in the desert!"

The sandworm is a kind of insect that lives in the desert. It is about half an inch long. Its body surface is yellowish brown and fat.Sometimes you see the densely packed holes on the surface of the desert, which are the nests of sandworms.

"Thank you!" Wan Juncheng took the roasted sandworm with a smile, pinched the body of the worm with his left hand, and with his right hand gently snapped, clicked, and tore off the head of the sand worm, revealing the snow-white flesh inside.Wan Juncheng stretched his nose and sniffed vigorously, and sighed contentedly: "Sweet! It's delicious!" Then he stretched out his fingers, like eating crayfish, and dug out the worm meat inside the sand worm's body, and ate it deliciously. With relish.

There were hundreds of roasted sandworms in the fire. At first we felt disgusted and didn’t dare to eat them. Later, we saw Wan Juncheng and Ah Qi’s militants eat deliciously, which aroused our hunger feel.I tried to eat one, and the taste is really good, the meat is very tender, and the outside is charred and the inside is fragrant, which has a special flavor.

After eating, Wan Juncheng spread out a map in the middle of the crowd to discuss the plan to enter Heishui City.

"We are currently in the Heishui River, which is this location!" Wan Juncheng drew a triangular mark on the map with a red pen, and then the red line went up the river and entered a desert area. A large circle was drawn on the desert area: "Here is the ruins of Heishui City. It is estimated that there are still more than ten miles away from where we are now! Ah Qi, tell your men to hurry up and pack up. Arrive at Heishui City before Hei!"

"No problem!" Ah Qi grinned, threw a sandworm in his mouth, and bit the head and shell together with a cracking sound.

"Jiang Yusheng, do something!" According to the usual practice, before each action, Wan Juncheng asked the fortune teller Jiang Yusheng to make a calculation.

Jiang Yusheng took off the turtle shell necklace and held it in his palm, muttering to himself.

"What is this for?" Ah Qi asked Wan Juncheng.

Wan Juncheng smiled and said: "Forecast good or bad, let's see if our trip to Heishui City goes well!"

Ah Qi frowned, and said with a puzzled look on his face: "You Chinese like to do these weird things! For us, having a gun is king!" As he spoke, Ah Qi pulled the bolt of the gun with a bang. , The crisp sound of the bolt sliding made us shudder.

The tortoise shell shone with a faint light, Jiang Yusheng's ten fingers slid quickly, and his face gradually became solemn.

"Not good!" Jiang Yusheng suddenly exclaimed in a low voice.

What's wrong? !

Our hearts tightened.

The smile on Wan Juncheng's face froze immediately: "What's the situation?"

Jiang Yusheng said quickly: "This is the hexagram of 'Wonderful Disaster', which indicates that danger or disaster is about to happen!"

"Does that mean it's dangerous to go to Heishui City?" Wan Juncheng asked.

Jiang Yusheng shook his head: "Maybe it's not Heishui City, because the danger is about to happen!"

We have seen with our own eyes the power of ghost valley divination, and we know that Jiang Yusheng's words are true, so we couldn't help but get nervous at the moment.

"Call your subordinates to pay attention, there may be danger!" Wan Juncheng told Ah Qi solemnly.

Ah Qi looked at Wan Juncheng, then at Jiang Yusheng, then at us, suddenly burst into laughter, and said with disdain, "Are you all healthy? Can you believe such nonsense? He is a prophet Or the future prophet? It’s sunny outside now, where is the danger? Professor Wan, where did you invite this guy? It’s simply alarmist..."

Before Ah Qi finished speaking, a scream of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and Ah Qi was startled, and rushed out like a whirlwind with an AK-47 assault rifle: "Damn it! What happened?"

Jiang Yusheng was not in a hurry, slowly put away the tortoise shell, sighed faintly, with a tone like chanting: "It is a blessing, not a disaster, and a disaster cannot be avoided!"

"Go out and have a look!" Wan Juncheng also led us out of the tent.

As soon as I ran out, I saw two militants running out of the tent next door in a panic, crying and howling, panicked, with deep fear on their faces, and almost crawled out.

Seeing his subordinates in such a mess, Ah Qi felt ashamed, stepped forward and slapped his head twice, making the two militants stare in the eyes: "Damn it! It's broad daylight, did you encounter a ghost?"

The two militants covered their faces, and before they could explain the situation, they heard another scream from the tent next door, and a pool of thick blood splashed on the tent like raindrops, and slowly flowed down the tent, like A bloody graffiti, shocking.

The wind shuttled through the dry river, making a ghostly whistling sound.

We couldn't help shivering slightly, although it was still broad daylight, our hearts were terribly cold.

(End of this chapter)