“It’s understandable that the adults don’t recognize us, but they gave each of us two hundred taels of silver before they sent us back.”

I suddenly remembered it these past couple of days.

These guys are the Japanese spies that Shen Lian turned against them.

"What are you carrying in your carriages?"

“I have five or six hundred scalps on my cart. I’m soaking them all in salt jars so they won’t rot.”

A Japanese samurai carried a salt jar from the carriage, walked straight to Jiang Tian, ​​and opened the jar.

The jar was filled with sea salt, and neatly arranged among the sea salt were some pieces of scalp that had just been cut off.

There are at least a dozen or twenty in each jar.

"Sir, without your suggestion, we would have been nothing but poor wretches even if we lived to the end."

"Sir, I have at least tens of thousands of taels of silver in this carriage. We've already discussed it, and after we exchange this silver, we'll continue hunting down other Japanese."

Jiang Tian nodded in satisfaction.

"You head south; I estimate Lord Shenlian will land soon. However, I have a question."

Before Jiang Tian could finish speaking, these people asked one by one with utmost sincerity, "Sir, please feel free to ask us any questions. We will answer them to the best of our ability."

"You exchanged over ten thousand taels of silver, and then used that silver to hunt down other Japanese people. Is that convenient?"

Besides, you might end up as the prey.