Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

Lin Xiaoyue equipped each person in the village with one of these weapons. They were among the first group of people to get one, so it was no longer a rarity for them.

Unlike these people, they are from the imperial city and have never seen good things.

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Rustic! Old! Stuff!

The group continued on their journey, being extremely careful and cautious along the way.

"Girl, did you do all this by yourself?" While hurrying on the road, the Seventh Prince did not forget to get closer to Lin Xiaoyue.

Lin Xiaoyue frowned, feeling that this old man talked too much.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, the Seventh Uncle was not displeased at all, but continued to press on, "By the way, you are hiding so many contraband items, aren't you afraid of being reported?"

What bullshit! Lin Xiaoyue resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "Don't give it back to me." As she said that, she reached out to take back the crossbow from the Seventh Uncle's hand.

"That won't do." Seeing that Lin Xiaoyue was so strong, the Seventh Uncle actually reached out to snatch back the things that were given to him. It was impossible. Once they were in his pocket, they were his.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoyue didn't really have to take the crossbow back. From the moment the old man got the crossbow, he was delighted with prey, his eyes were full of wolfish light, as if he saw his lover, and he held the crossbow and admired it endlessly.

But it wouldn't make sense for her to be so ungrateful after getting an advantage.

Lin Xiaoyue didn't care what kind of important person the other party was, and she didn't indulge him at all. She stretched out a hand in front of the Seventh Uncle and waved upwards.

"A bow and crossbow cost one hundred taels, and a repeating crossbow cost one thousand taels. Come, give me the money."

The old man was furious that day, "Is there anyone as black-hearted as you? A hundred taels for each fist, are you trying to rob me?"

Lin Xiaoyue didn't say anything, just glanced at him sideways, with a look of contempt as if to say, "You are the emperor's uncle, but you can't even afford this little money. Aren't you too poor?"

The Seventh Prince choked up. He was indeed poor. He gave all his money to the soldiers who were injured and retired from the front line as pensions. How could he not be poor? Otherwise, he would not have asked the emperor for the monthly pension.

But can he say this?

It must not be possible.

The old man rolled his eyes and decided to transfer the debt to a rich man, but this rich man had a plan in mind.

Humph, when he returns to the imperial city, those people who paid money to hire assassins, secret guards, and deadpools to buy his life will definitely be made to bleed heavily.

Don't you have money? Humph, I will confiscate your property and exile you. I will dig you out of the Jedi.

Let those corrupt officials have money, hehe, and wait and see.

Not getting the expected reply, Lin Xiaoyue thought he didn't want to buy it and was quite disappointed.

Never mind, just do a good deed for the day. After all, they took her crossbow, so they wouldn't report her for hiding contraband, right? It's just a pity...

Lin Xiaoyue took out an iron lump from her bag and tossed it in her hand. In an instant, the hot gazes of the Seventh Prince, the eunuch Quanfu, and a group of guards all fell on the iron lump in her hand.

Sure enough, there is more.

"Um... little girl, can you sell this piece of iron? How much is it?"

Lin Xiaoyue glanced at him sideways, with a faint smile in her eyes, "Want it? The previous debt has not been settled, and the next debt is out of the question." As she said this, she quickened her pace and ran forward a distance, putting some distance between her and the Seventh Uncle. She looked like she was saying, "You still owe me a debt, how dare you take advantage of me again?"

The meaning is of course good, even if you are teased, it doesn't matter. Compared with getting a lump of iron, what does face mean? It can't be eaten as food, and it can't be sold by weight.

Whenever he thought of the earth-shaking explosion just now, with its tremendous power that even shook the ground three times, the Seventh Prince became extremely jealous.

If we can get this lump of iron and give it to the people in the Ministry of War to study, maybe they can analyze its composition, and then mass-produce it and transport it to the front battlefield. Then the three-legged race will be overthrown, and it will be just around the corner for Dayuan to unify the world.

Looking at the old man's lewd expression, Lin Xiaoyue could guess what he was thinking. She rolled her eyes at him speechlessly and reminded him, "If the court is really a united front, how can someone send assassins to secretly cause trouble when your uncle travels? Just now, they were planning to kill you.

Are you sure that even if you get the formula of the iron lump, it can be kept secret within the Dayuan Dynasty? And it won't be leaked to other opposing countries?

By then, it won't be that Dayuan Dynasty will surely win and defeat other countries, but everyone will have hot weapons in their hands, so it's hard to say who will defeat whom. "

Hearing this, the Seventh Uncle fell into deep thought.

Indeed, the imperial court is not a solid rock nowadays. Although it has been cleaned up, no one can tell how many hidden problems are left. How many more have not been pulled out?

In fact, according to Lin Xiaoyue's idea, even if the crossbow was given to the other party, he could use it for military purposes. With a crossbow in each hand, the combat effectiveness would be raised by several levels. If there was an enemy attack, it could completely sweep across the area and give the enemy an absolute deterrent and shock.

As they hurried on their way, neither side had any further conversation about the lump of iron. They just hurriedly ran along the official road.

As expected, the enemy did not give up after a single defeat, but instead set up ambushes many times during this short journey of more than ten miles.

After a few exchanges, it was clear that the other side was clearly short-handed, and the first wave of attacks probably consumed most of the enemy's manpower.

The following few times were just small skirmishes, with more than a hundred people at most and thirty to fifty at least. This was much easier to deal with for the Seventh Uncle and his group, who were armed with powerful and long-range crossbows, as well as their secret weapon, the iron lumps.

When the sun sets and we approach the post station, the last wave of ambushes we encounter should be from people from the underworld.

The other party is very skilled and has close cooperation, so it must have been premeditated.

This is probably what the mastermind behind the murders was thinking. If they couldn't take them down in the first few waves, they would wait until they relaxed their minds and then ambush them with agile killers who were ruthless and deadly, and give them a fatal blow.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. No matter how cunning and calculating the people behind the scenes were, they missed the bug of Lin Xiaoyue.

At the most dangerous moment, the opponent's hidden weapon just brushed past Lin Xiaoyue's hair and hit the mountain wall behind.

This prompted Xiaocao and Ergou to quickly raise their sleeve arrows, and with a light press, the arrows shot out and hit the opponent's eyes.

Lin Xiaoyue looked back at the hidden weapon deeply embedded in the mountain wall. Her heart was pounding and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. Damn, this is too sharp, isn't it? If it cuts her, she will be disfigured.