From Douluo Dalu to Queen

Chapter 347 Snow Hunter
"Run? Why don't you run faster? Aren't you a good runner?"

"Hahaha, it's your honor that we like you. You are such an ignorant family. How dare you resist?"

A few hundred meters away, a group of strong men on horseback were chasing a teenage girl as if they were playing. They raised their whips and hit her from time to time, leaving shocking scars on the girl's body.

Even though she was being teased like this, and might not be able to escape the border of the northern province until her death, the girl's steps were still very firm, and there was even a flash of a fearless look in her eyes.

No matter what era it is, ordinary people basically live a half-dead life. If they meet a good ruler, then they will have minimum security in their life. But if they meet a mediocre emperor, they may die suddenly due to some accident in this life.

In this northern province, ordinary people have become the private property of various forces since birth. Men are either sent to mine or kept to cultivate the few fields. As for women, they probably have no choice but to sell themselves or be sold.

"Xiyao, what should we do?" Nishizumi Miho poked her head out of the cab and asked Leng Xiyao.

Although she was asking, she had already switched to the machine gun with ease. As long as Leng Xiyao nodded, she would definitely kill these bastards without hesitation.

Leng Xiyao was about to nod, but suddenly realized something and smiled: "It seems that we don't need to take any action."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a burst of gunfire like popping beans from afar. Then, the strong men on horseback groaned and fell down.

A group of people wearing white cloaks came quietly and stabbed the strong men who were still screaming. They even did not spare those who were already dead. After confirming that they were all dead, they began to loot their belongings.

This group of people all carried a rifle, but it was much simpler than the version sold by Leng Xiyao and seemed to be copied by a craftsman.

Just as the group was busy searching for spoils, one of the young men seemed to have spotted Leng Xiyao. He immediately became nervous and reported to the middle-aged man next to him, "Uncle, look, there's someone over there."

This middle-aged man looks extremely weathered, but his physique is not very strong. However, judging from his quick and decisive movements just now, he is obviously a man who has experienced many ups and downs.

He glanced at Leng Xiyao, but without stopping what he was doing, he simply said, "It's probably a caravan passing by. Don't pay any attention to them. Just finish the looting and leave, to avoid any more trouble!"

After instructing the young man, he walked to the girl and comforted her, "Girl, I see you are homeless now, why don't you follow us back? Although life may not be very good, as long as we have food, you probably won't starve. What do you think?"

The girl was still in a state of shock. When she heard the middle-aged man's words, she was stunned at first, and then nodded frantically.

The Snow Hunter has always been a legend among the residents of the North and a holy place that everyone yearns for. If it weren't for the fact that the major forces have too strict control over the subordinate villages and towns, and have set up a death rule that if one person escapes, the whole family will be executed, I'm afraid there will be people escaping every moment.

Although life in those heavy mountains may not be much better than outside, at least one does not have to live like a slave.

Seeing that the girl agreed so readily, the middle-aged man patted her shoulder with satisfaction.

Over the years, he has seen too many people who have lost hope. Most people would rather find relief through death than go back with them. It is naturally a great thing to be able to gain a new partner on this trip.

After looting a small bag of gold coins and a small pot of fine wine from the leader of the group of knights, the middle-aged man put them away with satisfaction. But when he looked up, he suddenly found Leng Xiyao, who should have been a few hundred meters away, standing in front of him.

"who are you?"

Although he was frightened by such strange movements, the middle-aged man reacted quickly. He did not let his guard down because of Leng Xiyao's young age. He quickly pulled out the gun behind him and pointed it at Leng Xiyao.

The others also noticed something was wrong and quickly put down what they were holding and gathered around.

Leng Xiyao looked with interest at the gun in the other party's hand, which was as simple as scrap copper and iron, and the badge on his chest. She then looked at the unlucky guys who were killed and couldn't help but feel very curious.

Just now she was still wondering what kind of organization the Snow Hunters were, but she didn't expect to encounter them.

This team of knights is led by a Soul Master, and the rest are all Great Soul Masters. In contrast, this team of Snow Hunters are all ordinary people, including the uncle who is the leader.

Being able to achieve such results with such crude weapons without any effort undoubtedly shows that each member of this team is a sharpshooter. You know, the guns have only been in circulation for a few months!

As for similar soul guides, these ordinary people are naturally completely incapable of using them.

"Uncle, do you usually rely on these things to punish evil and promote good?" Leng Xiyao didn't care about the gun muzzles, but just asked with a smile.

Hearing the definition of "punishing evil and promoting good", the middle-aged man put away his vigilance a little, raised his hand, and the others put away their guns in unison and continued to search for resources.

After all, it was just a passing caravan. If they had any hostility, they probably wouldn't have sent this girl over. He saw two men on the steel car.

"Stranger, the Northern Province is not the place for you to come. If you are here to do business, I advise you to go somewhere else as soon as possible. Coming here to trade is no different from sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth." The middle-aged man saw that Leng Xiyao was dressed extraordinary and spoke nicely, so he kindly advised.

Many merchants from the Tiandou Empire wanted to make a fortune in such a chaotic place, so they came with relatively large amounts of capital. However, not to mention going bankrupt, only a very small number of them could survive as free men.

The business of the northern province has long been monopolized by a chamber of commerce formed by several major forces, and an almost perfect exploitation system has been set up. As long as the transaction goes through the chamber of commerce, a considerable tax will be levied. If the transaction is not conducted through the chamber of commerce, it is an illegal act and the Governor's Office has the right to confiscate all assets.

Therefore, middle-aged people really don’t want to see others’ families broken up due to being cheated.

Leng Xiyao didn't answer directly, but asked with some confusion: "Uncle, aren't you curious about what we sell?"

Thinking that other people might arrive at any time, the middle-aged man became a little impatient and said, "We are going to retreat. If you insist on going, just pretend that I didn't say anything. Tell me..."

Before he could finish his words, the middle-aged man suddenly widened his eyes, and saw Leng Xiyao waved her hand and summoned a large number of extremely fine firearms, which were truly a world of difference compared to the iron lumps in their hands.

"Look, these are the things I want to sell. I'm having a clearance sale right now. Any gun only costs one gold soul coin. Do you want to buy some?"

(End of this chapter)