The two Minbas pressed the box and found that the big men in the village noticed all their eyes on the box. They lifted the box and put it into the supervisor's house as instructed.

There were three boxes containing coins in total, and the supervisor held one hand in each hand, and was so grateful.

The Minba people's transportation work time is not long, and the most difficult thing is to get the disassembled beds. This thing needs to be placed in a more concealed place. For these large objects, a temporary rain protection cannon was built.

All the work was done, and a few people went back to the house and stood in front of a pieced together long table.

There was a row of new-style rifles on the table, and Wupeng was working on it. This weapon that used integrated ammunition to eliminate the gunpowder pool was no more than ten in the entire village, and fifteen are now added.

He was considering how many guns there could be removed and modified by himself.

He could no longer hold back. If it weren't for someone else's insistence on having a meeting, he would probably have started working.

Zuo Lan picked up the map casually: "There are fewer maps, paper, pens, clothes, guns, and bullets, and no one can get twenty rounds. This is all you need, what do you plan to do?"

Shabi put on his infantry hat and said, "We want to go into the city wearing these clothes and chat with the soldiers and brothers in the city. We need to know the location of their arsenal and granary. Then, it's time to get things."

"No." Zuo Lan rejected this plan, "It's okay to listen to information, but you can't do it. We have just escaped from the dangerous period, so it's best to lie dormant for a while."

Shabi squinted her eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, just try it out and do nothing else."

Zuo Lan also knows Shabi. It is hard for people to believe what this guy says, especially his tone of haha, which makes him look cunning.

He could only remind him again: "Be content with me and wait for me to leave, let Bai look at you, don't think about going out to find trouble."

"No, I'm the honestest."

"Okay, please pay attention to it yourself. Then when are you planning to enter the city?"

"tonight."

Ten hours later, on the road outside the south gate of the valley.

The man driving the carriage never tires about explaining to several soldiers. The goods on his carriage were urgent and needed to be delivered to the beach overnight.

Shabi ordered the two people to check the carriage, and he explained to the man leisurely: "I don't care wherever you go, but any carriage that goes south must be checked, especially if you are traveling at night like this, that's even more impossible."

The coachman was panicked and was so anxious that he jumped around. If his car could not be loaded on the boat within the specified time, he would definitely bring it back.

He followed Shabi behind and prayed for mercy.

Two Minbas who checked the carriage treated the goods on the carriage roughly in an almost violent manner. They opened the box and fell to the ground, causing the driver to feel heartbroken.

After searching, nothing was found except for the mess.

The searching Minba came over and saluted in a pretty good manner: "Report to the captain, no suspicious items were found."

Shabi slapped the Minba on the head: "Impossible! I think this car is very suspicious. Have you searched it carefully?"

Now the coachman has seen that the officer is obviously coming to cause trouble. He followed Shabi to the previous theory: "No, no, do you know who this cart is? Don't say that you, the captain, even if your regiment commander comes, you will give our master a face. If this cart is delayed, your future will be in the future."

Shabi rolled up his cuffs and slapped the driver in the face with a backhand. The driver was stunned by the slap. He wanted to have an attack, but the few live ammunition-loading people were watching.

"If you have the guts, report me."

"You...you...rebet too much."

The coachman ignored the carriage and gritted his teeth and ran into the city.

Shabi walked to the side of the carriage, and he asked the two searched Minbas to drive the car back to his village, and then took the other Minbas to swagger into the city gate.

He originally wanted to detain the car directly, but now he can save a process.

The soldiers standing guard at the city gate looked at the team curiously.

Shabi greeted them with a gun: "Thank you hard."

The soldiers standing guard asked a step forward: "Are you doing the mission?"

"Drink, brothers come and drink."

"Drinking with a gun? Brother, you are brave enough. You can't let you in. If something happens, I have the responsibility here."

Shabi touched her arms, found a box of cigarettes and distributed them to the brothers who were standing guard.

Then he approached the reviewer and smiled: "We have just returned from the mission and should report it tomorrow. Let's play with the brothers tonight. Otherwise, I will put the gun here."

"Don't, it's too troublesome, are you here to investigate the team?"

"Stop talking, I'm exhausted."

"I know you have worked hard, go in and don't cause trouble."

"Don't worry, don't cause trouble."

The Minba team entered the city. They had been here and committed heinous crimes. Now, a group of people were all dumbfounded when they looked at the scene in the city.

Every time I took a few steps, someone fell behind and ran to nearby shops to observe.

The customers and owners in the store were amazed at the behavior of these people, even more country bumpkins than the country bumpkins.

The Minba team started from entering the city to a tavern, and never stopped being embarrassed.

Shabi was a king's capital at least. He treated anything strange to Minba as usual and let it go, and then walked forward with his head held high.

Two Minbas stopped in front of a small stall for a long time, chattering and discussing, and the last person bought a marble.

It is unclear how much the drawing costs, and the stall owner who sold marbles immediately closed the stall after they left.

The marbles were paid by Shabi. He held a marble and looked at the street lights, thinking that the trip was worth it and he had seen the world.

Later, the Minbas were attracted by a scent of fragrance, and several Minbas stood in front of the stall and couldn't walk anymore. The stall sold barbecue.

Helplessly, Shabi paid again, and several Minbas ate together.

Seeing that the Minba people were soldiers or heading to a well-known entertainment venue, several flower sellers rushed to join them to promote them.

The Minba and others have never seen anything else. They see flowers every day and are not rare. They push the flower girl who comes to promote them with rude means, with extremely "cruel" methods.

The main reason why the flower girls escaped was that the soldiers in their eyes looked at them incorrectly and were all angry.

A Minba smiled at Shabi and said, "Boss, the girls in this city look really different. They really look like women."

"White?"

"white."

This Minba is almost drooling, as if she is looking forward to something.

When they entered a pub, more than a dozen people stood at the door of the pub.

The reason why there was no next move was because Shabi and the others didn't know what to do next, whether to go in and ask for drinks, or find a place to sit down, or wait for someone to come and receive.

Another factor that made them stunned the most was that most of them were mostly wearing military uniforms in this tavern, which naturally felt oppressive.

The Pusen team was also drinking here, bringing his eldest cousin Nawu and the other ones. The group of people were also stunned because the people standing at the door were expressionless, and the key was that they were carrying guns. There was no need to guess, they must have been arrested by surprise inspections.

The soldiers in the room were nervous, staring at Minba at the door, waiting for the next move, and looking around to find a window that could escape.

Such gaze is hostile in the eyes of the Minba people.

The tavern became silent because of the two groups of people's eyes. The tavern owner rubbed his hands to greet Shabi and the others: "What do you mean by visiting the shop?"

Shabi waved his wrist calmly: "Drink."

When I heard that I was here to drink, the silent tavern exploded. I whispered to each other, clinked glasses, and didn't believe it.

Finally, the Shabi were arranged to a large table, and the next table happened to be the Pssons team.

The veteran poked the scholar: "Hey, is it like a supervisory team?"

"I don't know anyway, you see, there are already people leaving there." The scholar pointed to the infantrymen who were leaving the tavern with his chin.
Chapter completed!