Chapter 549 8.67 Night Battle

Chapter 549 67 Night Battle

"Brother Hash, the old man downstairs is missing. Read М"

A simple sentence immediately alerted old Hash. He extinguished the holy fire and sat up like a spring.

"When did it happen?!"

"I don't know either." Loki shook his head gently, "I took a shower and went to bed after entering the guest room. After waking up, I wanted to go to the kitchen to see if there was any food."

"There is no one downstairs."

Old Hash got up and went downstairs, and found that as Loki said, there was no one behind the bar. At this time, the sun had gradually retracted the last few rays of afterglow, and the world was shrouded in a deep twilight.

Pushing open the door of the hotel, the twilight dyed the quiet and empty streets into a deep blue-purple.

No matter in which civilization, there is a habit of gathering before going to bed, but it is suspicious that there is no fire in the houses around the hotel.

Loki jumped onto the roof lightly and found that most of the wooden beams of the house roofs had been broken to varying degrees under the continuous erosion of wind and sand.

He casually opened a window and turned over to enter the room.

What he saw was a bed that was almost completely corroded, and a thick layer of sand on the ground.

"I guessed right, these houses are empty!"

"This is an empty ghost town!"

Loki turned over and jumped back to the street, and the last ray of light in the sky had completely dissipated. There was no fire on the whole street, which made him infinitely recall the scenes when he first entered the "Sunken City" 16 years ago.

He cut a window frame and returned to the lobby of the hotel. He happened to meet old Hash who walked out of the courtyard.

"Our caravan is still there!"

"It's just this city"

Loki walked into the kitchen with a grim face, found a piece of linen wrapped on the top of the stick, and then applied kerosene to make a simple torch.

"Brother Hash, although I don't want to admit it, I have to tell you that we are caught in a conspiracy!"

"The current situation can no longer allow us to delay any further!

"Tonight, all the caravan brothers block the doors and windows! Guard the entrance and exit of the inn! No one should sleep or think about going to the market to trade! "

"This city is already a deserted city!

The figures we saw along the way in and the residents in the houses were all performed for us by this group of free people! "

The basis for Loki's words came from the house he had just jumped into.

The house had been uninhabited for a long time, but the wooden wardrobe still had more than half of the silk clothes rotted, and there were sets of exquisite white porcelain in the kitchen.

The porcelain jars and bowls that can be seen everywhere in later generations were undoubted high-end luxury goods in the Western Continent in the Middle Ages.

For drinking water and eating, thin and transparent porcelain is more convenient to use than gold. Many small and medium-sized nobles would treasure a set of porcelain plates and bowls as heirlooms after obtaining them.

No one would abandon such precious things when escaping, even the free people in the Black Desert would not be surprised. The Hashma Gang looted the Hengcheng and the Crescent Chamber of Commerce and obtained more than a hundred carriages, of which only a dozen pieces of porcelain were carried.

It can be imagined that these goods transported into the desert must be able to exchange for unimaginable value.

"My king, where are you going? "

"I need to confirm my guess one last time."

Loki inserted the lit torch into the main door of the hotel and turned to leave. The other members of the Hash Caravan, led by the security captain Sah, immediately prepared for battle.

Although the Arab porters and laborers were not professional guards, they entered such a strange city, even if their brains were not very sharp under the stimulation of alcohol and prostitutes.

They still felt a huge sense of crisis.

"Everyone!"

"If you still want to get out of this desert, tighten your spirit immediately!"

Sah drew the saber from his waist, and a cold murderous intent belonging to the veteran instantly lowered the temperature around him.

"Everyone take the knife, use the torch to light up all the surrounding streets for me first! The porters take out the kerosene and coal stored in the hotel and spread them in the front yard!"

"The maids who travel with the team follow Boss Hash to the backyard to look after the horses!"

"We can lose manpower, but we lose goods, and some brothers may even die!

But we can't lose these horses!

Entering this desert is a life-threatening business. It is normal to encounter danger. We must work together to have a chance to return home! "

The remaining 50 or so caravan members immediately took action.

Old Hash did not have the financial resources to support a group of fixed employees, so every time before entering the Black Desert, he needed to hire people in Alexandria, just like other caravan merchants.

Old Hash was able to successfully travel back and forth in the Black Desert for so many years. The greatest success of him and other merchants was that after he gathered the people, "Abdullah Sah" gave them a 10-15 day training, so that everyone in the team could master the most basic combat and transportation skills.

More importantly, they were trained to obey orders absolutely.

All the porters who made a living in the port had heard the legend that "Hash's caravan would be able to return after entering the desert", so this group of desperate people and idlers also obeyed Sah's command.

Even though the training was quite hard, most people had no complaints when they thought of the gold coins they could get.

The training before departure finally came in handy at this juncture. The Hash Caravan was like a well-oiled machine, and all members started working quickly the moment they received the order.

As torches were lit one after another on the streets around the hotel, the Fayoum Hotel was like a transparent light in this dark city like a tomb.

The maids unloaded the goods and piled them up in the backyard.

In the eyes of merchants, the Donglu silk, tea, jade, and magnetic disks and bowls, which were extremely precious, piled up in the corners of the courtyard like garbage.

Given the current situation of the Hash Caravan, the materials they had transported into the Black Desert with great difficulty were completely useless. If you want to collect these external things, you can get a large amount of gold, silver and porcelain by entering a few empty rooms.

But what can these external things do?

The horses and carriages were carefully pulled into the stables. After closing the door, the black-clothed maids drew their sabers. They would serve as the last line of defense for the caravan to protect the precious horses.

Sah had 7 years of experience in the Eastern Front, and fought with his cavalry against the Turkic nomadic army with superb riding skills. Sah had extremely rich combat experience, and it took only half an hour for everyone to get ready for battle.

On the roof of the hotel, Old Hash took out the flaming cross hanging on his chest again, and put it in his palm to feel the burning temperature. The last few rays of the sun in the west were fading quickly.

(If this ambush was planned by the Styx priest)

(After nightfall)

(They should be coming soon!)