The tall and thin soldier withdrew his gaze from the carriage entering the city and stepped towards the remaining carriages behind, preparing to continue the inspection.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, swiftly turned his head, and looked at the gray-clothed man's carriage. He eyed the deep ruts left by the wheels with suspicion, muttering to himself, "
If they're only transporting cloth and cotton, why is the carriage so heavy? And those two coachmen look quite spirited, but their skills are a bit too poor; they're too heavy-handed and even beat the horses until they bled. The clothes they wear and the whips they hold are all new, and even though one coachman is enough for a carriage, they use two instead. It seems they are really wealthy... Stop!"
"Stop!" The tall and thin soldier realized something, shouted quickly, and called to his companions at the city gate, "Block them!"
