"Son, have you seen it?"

After finishing the transaction with the four Kolan people, the boss of the trading point quickly walked back to his son.

"The four mountain barbarians just now are from the Kelan tribe, and the three mountain barbarians before are from the Helai tribe. There are 32 mountain barbarians in total, and many tribes have blood feuds with each other."

"The Helai tribe and the Kelan tribe are tribes that have a big hatred against each other. Their tribesmen will fight when they meet. You have to remember, we must not let them fight in our area. If you want to fight, just let it go.

They go back to the virgin forest and fight again."

"Yes, Father, I remember." The young man nodded vigorously, "But Father, how do you tell which of them is from the Helay tribe and who is from the Kolan tribe? There is nothing obvious about their appearance.

What a big difference, the pattern of the totems on the face is also the same, there are black dots as thick as a finger tattooed under the corners of both eyes."

"It mainly depends on the clothing." His father replied, "Although the appearance and the totem style on the face are exactly the same, different tribes have different clothing."

"The clothes of the Herai tribe are more red, while the clothes of the Kolam tribe are more white."

"I heard that among the mountain barbarians, one can identify who belongs to which tribe by their accent. I am not very good at their mountain barbarian language, so there is no way to identify which tribe they belong to through their accent. I can only tell through their clothes.

identify."

"I will teach you the clothing styles and characteristics of each tribe later. I will also tell you which tribe has enmity with which tribe. You must memorize these."

"..." The young man said with a long face, "Do you have to memorize it all..."

"That's right! If you don't memorize all of this, you won't be able to tell who belongs to which tribe, or who has enmity with whom."

"Okay then..." The young man nodded with difficulty, "Father, I will work hard..."

"You also need to learn how to use the mercenaries we hired flexibly. The mercenaries we have here are all veterans who have spent a lot of money to hire, and their combat effectiveness is still very strong. We need to mediate their presence here.

During the fight, you bring these mercenaries with you to intimidate them, just like I did just now."

"Well, okay. Father, I will... eh? Father, did you hear any strange noises? Rumbling..."

"Strange sound? What strange sound... hmm?"

After hearing his son's prompt, the boss of the trading point pricked up his ears and listened carefully to what was going on around him.

After pricking his ears, he discovered that there was a very strange sound just as his son said.

Rumble.

"This..." the boss of the trading point said in a deep voice, "It sounds like the sound of a carriage... Judging from the sound, the number and weight of the carriages are not small... Strange... Even birds like us don't want to be here.

How come there are so many carriages in this shit place... Let's go, son, let's go take a look."

"Okay, Father."

The father and son trotted away following the sound.

As the father and son got closer to the source of the sound, the rumble of the carriages and horses became louder and more terrifying.

After jogging for a while, the father and son finally arrived near the source of the sound.

"Father! Look! There are so many carriages!" The son shouted to his father excitedly.

"This, this is..." The boss of the trading point opened his mouth because he was too surprised, "The army's baggage transport team?!"

A huge convoy of horse-drawn carriages was traveling on the dirt road.

The carriage of each carriage was covered with a thick layer of black cloth, making it impossible for people outside to see clearly what was covered under the black cloth.

Because the dirt road is too narrow, two carriages are not allowed to travel side by side. They can only line up in a long column, with one carriage following the other.

The father and son hid in the distance and observed the carriage convoy. They had been observing for more than 10 minutes. This huge carriage convoy still had not come to an end. There were still a steady stream of carriages emerging from the end of the dirt road at the skyline.

"How many carriages are there..." The young man swallowed hard.

It was the first time for a young man who had never seen much of the world to see such a huge carriage team.

Compared to this young man, his father, the boss of the trading point, has obviously seen much more of the world.

At the first sight of the carriage convoy, he recognized it as the baggage transport team of the Britannia Army.

After all, except for the empire, no one has the capital to own such a huge fleet of carriages.

Looking at the carriages that were still emerging from the end of the skyline, the boss of the trading point frowned deeper and deeper, and said to himself in a volume that only he could hear clearly:

"What on earth is going on... Why is there a baggage team coming to our place... Could it be that..."

An ominous premonition began to fill the trading point boss's mind.

To some extent, the baggage train was an ominous sign.

Where the baggage train goes often means where the army will go.

This is the foothills of the Lygasus Mountains.

Such a huge baggage team transporting a huge amount of baggage to the foot of the Lygasus Mountains means that an army will be sent here soon.

It was calm here, and the boss of the trading point did not receive any news of any rebellion breaking out nearby.

There are no rebels here, only mountain barbarians who live in the Lygasus Mountains and have a completely different culture from the Brittanians.

When he thought of this, cold sweat began to break out from the trading point boss's body crazily.

The bad feeling in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

"...Son, let's go back. This is the imperial army's baggage transport team. It's better to stay away from them."

"Well. Father, why is there an imperial army's baggage transport team coming to our place...? Father? What's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly?"

"...Son, when you go back, be prepared to dismantle the trading point and move away from here."

"Why?!" the young man said anxiously.

"Didn't I just say that this is the baggage transport team of the Britannian Army." The boss of the trading point sighed, "The baggage transport team transports materials used by the army."

"They transported such a huge amount of supplies to us, to the foothills of the Lygasus Mountains. What do you think they want to do?"

After being awakened by his father, the young man finally realized something and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Father, father! Could it be said?!"

"...I just hope we are overthinking."

After saying that, the boss of the trading point sighed again, then raised his head and looked at the majestic Lygasus Mountains not far away.
Chapter completed!