Chapter 534 2

The Sword Saint of the Wind was angry when he heard this and sneered: "Do we still need to report to you what we are going to do?"

"No, no, that's not what I mean!" The guy said hurriedly: "I mean, the warehouse is heavily stored, and many of the things are extremely delicate, especially some excellent combat equipment. If the warehouse door is opened randomly, if the moisture is in, it will be bad, right?"

"Yes!" Another guy also hurriedly said: "The things in the warehouse are actually not very good-looking, and the supplies inside are piled up like mountains. If you really check the rounds, you will have to bring hundreds of experts who are proficient in accounting. If you only have you, you can't count them at all. You can only take a rough look, and there is nothing to do except make those things rust!"

"Yes, yes!" Another guy followed and persuaded: "If something goes wrong, the third prince will not let us go. You two are big shots, why both of you make things difficult for us little people?"

After they persuaded him, the Sword Saint of the Wind and the Sword Saint of the Heavy Armor suddenly became hesitant. This is not to say that they really believed the nonsense of these guys. In fact, these excuses were all intentional nonsense in the eyes of the Sword Saint of the Wind and the Sword Saint of the Heavy Armor, which could only increase their doubts.

But the problem is that although they saw that these people had a ghost in their hearts, they had to worry about the third prince behind them. After all, the Sword Saint of the Wild Wind and the Sword Saint of the Heavy Armor have not yet planned to turn against the Third Prince, so at this time, they were unwilling to expose the true faces of these villains directly.

Lao Xie saw the strangeness on the side, so he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, if the rounds are in trouble, then we won't force it. But today, the two giants of the military headquarters have arrived, so you can't help but give face? Since you have all said that there are mountains of materials here, then let's raise the supplies that we have owed for several months!" As he said that, Lao Xie handed over a list.

"Yeah! That's right!" When the Sword Saint of the Rising Wind breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Lao Xie's words, he seemed to him that Lao Xie's actions were undoubtedly a way out. Now as long as the warehouse also gave him face and gave him the best care, he would not have to offend the third prince, and he also helped Lao Xie a lot. This was obviously a happy situation.

But what the Sword Saint of the Wind never expected was that after taking Lao Xie's list, the guy just glanced at it and immediately showed a smile that was even worse than crying, and said tremblingly: "This. I'm really sorry, we don't have the materials you want for the time being!"

"What?" Lao Xie was immediately furious when he heard this, and then cursed: "I want the most ordinary things, food, some clothing, tents and weapons. There is no such thing in this "crowded like a mountain" military warehouse?"

The Sword Saint of the Wind was also angry and shouted loudly: "Are you kidding? Isn't you kidding? There is no military ration in the warehouse responsible for the supply of more than 100,000 troops in the imperial capital?"

"This, this~" the guy wiped his cold sweat and said hurriedly: "Of course we have military rations, but it's just that it's not convenient to get it now!"

"Is it not convenient to take?" The Sword Saint of the Breaking Wind said incredibly surprised: "What is inconvenient to get military rations?"

"Yes?" Lao Xie also pretended to behave, "I have a car, someone. I don't need your help. Just give me the military rations and we will transport them ourselves. How can this be inconvenient?"

"That's not what it means!" The guy said helplessly: "That's right, the supervisor in charge of military rations will not be there today, otherwise, you will come again tomorrow? We promise to prepare it for you!"

Lao Xie knew that he would have 80% of his coming tomorrow, even if he paid for it himself, they would give him some. But Lao Xie's purpose was not military rations at all. But he wanted to uncover the dark side, so he naturally could not let them pass the test easily. So Lao Xie immediately sneered: "Haha. Your chief officer is so arrogant! The two military commanders come here to ask for military rations. How dare he let us come again tomorrow?"

The heavy armored sword saint was immediately angry when he heard this, and thought to himself, "What a shame we are for a trip? They actually asked us to wait for a day? These boys are too disrespectful, right?" So he immediately said angrily: "Call him right away and send the supplies immediately!"

"Sir, it's not that he doesn't come, it's that he's seriously ill and can't come!" the man explained hurriedly.

"Oh, it turns out that our supervisor is seriously ill and we can't get supplies?" Lao Xie sneered: "This is a bad warehouse supervisor, but his power is not small! If he died that day, wouldn't he have to give out military rations in this warehouse?"

"No, no!" the man hurriedly said, "We have measures and have sent someone to hand over to him. But some procedures need to be completed. Tomorrow and tomorrow will be all done!"

The Sword Saint of the Wind and the Sword Saint of the Heavy Armor couldn't help but frown. They obviously knew that this kid was lying, but they didn't understand why they had to delay this day.

Seeing this, Lao Xie was not in a hurry and smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then forget it. I'll get the military rations tomorrow!"

"Ah!" The man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly said: "Thank you for your understanding. We will definitely prepare military rations tomorrow!"

"Yeah!" Lao Xie nodded, and then suddenly said with a smirk, "The military rations and land matters are tomorrow. Today, you can give me the military uniforms and weapons first. There are too many things, and I can't finish them in a day anyway, so it doesn't matter what I take first!"

When the guy heard this, he couldn't faint and cursed in his heart, "Why is this guy not finished?" But he couldn't remember any excuses for a while, and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Lao Xie immediately pretended to be puzzled: "Hey, you won't say that the two supervisors in charge of military uniforms and weapons are also seriously ill, right?"

"Oh, oh, oh, yes, they are sick too!" the guy stammered.

As soon as these words were said, let alone the Sword Saint of the Wind, the Sword Saint of the Heavy Armor, etc., even the people in the warehouse looked depressed. They thought, there were only a few supervisors in total, so how could they all fall ill? Even if they made up lies, they had to make some comments?

"Are you sick?" Lao Xie stared at his big eyes and said incrediblely: "What a coincidence! When the military commander came, they all fell ill. Could it be that they had a plague?"

When the Sword Saint of the Rising Wind and the Sword Saint of the Heavy Armor were so angry that they were so angry that they thought, "What's the matter with us?"

Lao Xie dared to tease the commander of the military headquarters. The guy obviously didn't have the courage and hurriedly said, "No, of course not, it was just a coincidence!"

"Okay!" Lao Xie shrugged and said, "Then I ask you, are the supervisors in charge of medicines, military pay, and various equipment and equipment, all kinds of equipment and land are also sick?"

"This~" the guy was stunned.

Before he could speak, the Sword Saint of the Wild Wind immediately said angrily: "Don't tell me that they are sick too. There are only eight or nine supervisors in the warehouse. It's impossible for all of them to be seriously ill, right?"

"This is this~" The guy trembled for a long time and couldn't say a word.

The heavy armored sword saint finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he went over and grabbed his neck and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! Isn't it just some supplies? Even if there is no supervisor, can't I be transferred to it as a level above the level? Tell me now, where is the warehouse for food? I will get it myself!"

"This, this, don't have a key?" the guy said hurriedly.

"The gate can't stop me!" The heavy armored sword saint said angrily: "Just tell me where I am!"

"This is not in line with the rules!" the guy said in a crying voice.

"Fuck the rules!" The heavy armored sword saint was so angry that he directly snatched his shoulders hard and said angrily: "If you talk nonsense to me, I will ruin you!"

As he spoke, the heavy armored sword saint exerted force with both hands. The guy suddenly felt that his shoulders were clenching with iron claws, and his bones were clattering. He shouted in pain like a pig killing: "The yellow gate is a place to place food!"

"Hmph!" The heavy armored sword saint threw him on the ground, and then sneered: "If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine!"

As he said that, he swept around and soon found a row of warehouses with yellow signs and walked over immediately. There were more than 20 warehouses that stored food, and each warehouse was very large enough to allow 200 people to dance inside.

The heavy armored sword saint came to a warehouse door a few steps. Looking at the thick wooden door, he frowned slightly, and then said coldly: "Do you open it yourself or let me do it?"

"Sir, there is no food here!" A short and fat guy ran over with cold sweat,

"Hmph, open it, I want to see!" said the heavy armored sword saint angrily.

"Sir, aren't there really?" The guy hurriedly stopped the heavy armored sword saint.

"Bastard!" The heavy armored swordsman finally became impatient, pushed him away, then rushed over and punched the door. Under his terrible fighting spirit, the gate was instantly smashed into pieces. The heavy armored swordsman looked inside and saw that it was empty, with only a little residue on the ground, indicating that there had been food piled up here.

"Really no?" The heavy armored sword saint was slightly stunned, then he went to the second warehouse and punched it open again, but it was still empty.

"Huh?" The heavy armored sword saint frowned even deeper, and he was about to walk to the third warehouse without saying a word.

Seeing this, the short and fat man who was pushed away quickly came over and shouted, "Sir, don't call me, can't I take you to get food?"

When the heavy armored sword saint heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sneered: "Hmph, what a damn thing, why don't you lead the way?"

"Yes, please come with me!" The guy then brought the heavy armored sword saint and others to a warehouse at the end, and then took out the key and opened the door tremblingly.
Chapter completed!