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Chapter two hundred and forty sixth fire

The night was as dark as ink, and it was the curfew, making the branch city silent.

Only from behind the walls of the building, one or two dogs barked from time to time.

A dark figure walked along the store wall to a closed door.

Boom, boom

Two fingers tapped on the door rhythmically, like a bird's beak pecking.

With a creak, the door opened just wide enough for someone to pass through.

The dark shadow quickly squeezed in along the crack in the door.

"What's going on?" As soon as he entered, someone immediately asked.

"Sir, there is nothing unusual." The black shadow returned with his hands in hand.

While talking, the two of them walked into the light together. Manager Ding, dressed in black, was standing in front of the door to greet them.

After entering the door, I saw an empty warehouse with a small amount of miscellaneous goods placed on crooked shelves.

There were two waves of people in the room, one of which was curled up on the pile of goods and taking a nap.

A bonfire was lit in the center, and more than a dozen people were sitting around the fire. Wheat cakes were inserted into branches picked from unknown places and roasted on the fire.

Wang Jin was lying on his side, soundly asleep.

Seeing this, Steward Ding couldn't help but frown.

Lian Zhe, who was on the side, thought he was dissatisfied with the small number of people in Buqu, and explained: "You need to register the talisman to enter and leave the city. Lianjia Buqu is a private soldier and is not registered, so he reluctantly only brought in these few people."

But Manager Ding shook his head and said: "What Lian Jun said, I don't dislike the small number of people. This kind of action is useless with more people. I am just worried that my warehouse will be burned down."

Hearing this, Lian Zhe laughed and said: "Brother Ding, why should you care about those trivial details? If you succeed this time, the benefits will be far beyond those of these groceries."

"The Lian family will definitely be rewarded generously."

Manager Ding's face showed joy: "Thank you very much, sir."

Thanks to the fun, the two chatted very harmoniously.

The third watch was approaching, and the sound of the watchman's banging was heard outside the door.

The sound was like a switch being flipped, and everyone sitting around the campfire sat upright.

On the other hand, Manager Ding's subordinates seemed to be used to being undisciplined, and were sleeping soundly with the goods in hand.

Manager Ding couldn't help but went over to kick them one by one.

Seeing this, Lian Zhe's eyes flashed with pride. After all, his Lian family's team was better.

Wang Jin also woke up, as if he was still not quite awake. He turned around and looked around, then sat up cross-legged.

The room was filled with rustling sounds, and everyone was assembling weapons, carrying water bags filled with kerosene, and carrying kerosene.

Manager Ding's men also yawned and pulled out various weapons from the pile of goods like magic.

Lian Zhe even saw a man wielding a barbarian scimitar. He secretly thought that the crowd was in chaos. He turned to the troops around him and said: "Lian Yi, be careful."

"Don't worry, young master." The man named Lian Yi said with thick eyebrows on his temples and cupped his hands in a muffled voice.

"Let's go." Manager Ding's men were also ready, and the group opened the courtyard door and slipped out like cats.

Only Lianzhe is left here.

This is a specially chosen place, very close to the newly built weaving workshop.

A group of people, all dressed in black, moved forward along the corner.

Lian Yi touched the wall and walked forward.

Like most people of this era, he is blindfolded and cannot see clearly in dim light.

Even if he is a vigorous warrior with great strength, he can only maintain a slow speed at this time.

While walking, listen to your own heartbeat.

As I approached the gate of the market, a bright light suddenly flashed before my eyes.

A man in a small official's soap coat was waiting there with a lantern trembling.

Manager Ding stepped forward and chatted with the young official for a few words. Lian Yi heard the young official say: "After I help you handle this matter, everything will be settled! Don't try to harm me again."

Manager Ding replied: "Since that's the case, open the door quickly."

The clerk sighed and took out the key, opened the door with trembling hands, and watched them passing by, and kept urging: "Hurry up, hurry up."

When they went out, the door creaked shut impatiently.

After leaving the workshop gate, the weaving workshop is not far away.

You can see the brazier burning in front of the weaving workshop, and the sergeants patrolling in groups of five.

The previous group of sergeants had just passed by, and it would take half a stick of incense for the next group to arrive.

This is the pattern they discovered during the past two days of tracking.

Manager Ding sneaked over and said, "Brother Lian Yi, you are here, let's go over..."

As he spoke, he made a gesture with his thumb on his throat.

Nodding seriously

Manager Ding looked at Wang Jin who was accompanying him: "Mr. Wang, stay here and don't move."

After the explanation was completed, Manager Ding ordered ten people and walked toward the weaving workshop with his back bent.

Judging from their skillful appearance, even Yixindao was afraid that these people were old thieves from the mountain top to be so skilled.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes, struggling to see how Steward Ding and the others were acting.

I saw a few shadowy cats lurking in the darkness, approaching quickly.

When he got very close, a patrolling soldier suddenly noticed something and turned to look.

Lian Yi couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

Those black shadows moved extremely quickly, and they came out of their hidden hiding spots one after another. Almost before the five patrolling sergeants had time to react, each of them covered their mouths and dragged them into the darkness.

After a while, a night owl sounded from the weaving workshop, which was the code they had agreed upon.

Lian Yi smiled happily and led the people over.

"Time is urgent, hurry up." Manager Ding emerged from the darkness, "before the next group of people passes by."

His words spread the tense atmosphere.

Several people acted separately, one team went to the warehouse, and the other team went to find the loom.

Lian glanced at the corner of the wall, and through the light of the brazier he could see the outline of a fallen human figure.

He knew that time was running out and he didn't have time to step forward to see what was going on, so he followed Manager Ding and others, led by Wang Jin, and rushed inside.

This weaving workshop has not yet been completed, and there are piles of wood and other debris everywhere.

Wang Jin was indeed as he said. He had supervised the construction of this place and was very familiar with it. He led them to the warehouse without any effort.

When he pried open the lock, he saw that it was filled with shadowy things.

Just as Lian Yi was about to step forward to check, Manager Ding urgently urged: "Hurry up and do it."

Everyone who was in a tense state took off the water bags containing kerosene from their waists, unscrewed them and threw them in.

Lian Yi also hurriedly threw out the kerosene from his waist, and then he remembered that Lian Zhe had told him to see if it was really burning.

But no matter how upset he was, it was too late. After throwing away the kerosene, Steward Ding blew the kerosene.

The flickering fire light lit up in the darkness, and then fell in an arc across the warehouse.

Hurrah.

In the blink of an eye, the flames exploded, the fire spread, and the overwhelming heat hit the door.

Lian Yi covered his face and took two steps back, then heard Manager Ding say: "Quickly retreat."

He didn't care about anything else, and took advantage of the light of the fire to run quickly with everyone, with a raging fire behind him.

Lian Zhe, who remained in the cargo hold, walked anxiously in the yard with his hands clasped behind his hands.

Suddenly the sky lights up and shouts are heard in the distance.

"It's on fire, put out the fire quickly."

Lian Zhe couldn't help but show a big smile, it's done!


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