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Zhongheng rode on the horse, turned around and took a deep look at the people who were seeing off led by Master Li, and ordered: "Let's go!"

The commander in charge of the flag immediately raised the small red flag in his hand, blew the iron whistle vigorously, and the sharp long sound pierced the sky, and the black armor army and the caravan set off.

The sound of whips and yelling like handlebars was bursting, and the carts full of luggage were rumbling forward. Hundreds of camels and horses carried people and goods to follow the convoy—Master Li attaches great importance to this caravan. When traveling, not only sent half of the black armored soldiers and crossbowmen to escort the trip, but also searched for most of the idle donkeys, mules and horses, loaded them with sufficient food and grass, and turned the soldiers into riding infantry.

Gehele means "white eyeball" in the words of the Qiang barbarians. It is said that in ancient times, the white goat demon wanted to devour the fairy grass of the goddess, but was killed by the goddess with a golden hairpin. Its eyeballs fell on the grassland and turned into The white lake, its corners fell on the rocks, and turned into mountains across the land. It is these mountains that separate the grassland from the plump Central Plains, so that the shepherds have to wander on the grassland.

The Qiang people call this mountain range Guta'er - the horn of the monster, and the Han people call it Qilian Mountain.

"Out of Zhezhi Pass, it is no longer our Han territory." Guanshi Wu said, pointing to the vast grassland in the distance.

This time the caravan returned to Gehele, and the Wu family also lost their money.

This year's unlucky trip to the north encountered Turkic civil strife, all of which were blood losses, and being able to escape was considered a blessing. The Wu family folded two cargo teams on the land of the Turkic barbarians, and escaped back to the Central Plains. Thirty percent, even the head steward broke an arm and returned in embarrassment, let alone that guy.

The Wu family was originally no more than a mid-level merchant, but only gained a place among the rich merchants in the frontier fortress after getting acquainted with the wild roads outside the country. This loss of two caravans in a row really hurt their vitality, and they had to restart. Relatively thin and dangerous Qiang Road.

The Zheng family contacted Wu Shang this time, and wanted to invite the Diqiu caravan to go with them. They didn't want to drag this newcomer on the road. Only then did Fei hold his nose and accept the guide money.

It is said that there are hundreds of sergeant guards, but if it is not a veteran who is used to traveling long distances, who knows how powerful these guards are?

It wasn't until the two teams reunited that everyone in the Wu family accepted this unexpected joy in amazement.

Without it, just looking at the strict and orderly appearance of this army, and the sharp-edged armor, you can know that Diqiu's army is well-trained, and it is by no means a coward who bullies the weak and fears the tough, and cries for his father and mother when he sees horse bandits .

Because the convoy carried a lot of luggage and there were so many horses and horses, the progress was a bit slow, and it took five days to get out of the customs.

"First Ling Qiang hometown..." Zhong Heng looked at the distant mountains and said in a low voice.

"The landforms and climate of this barbarian tribe have always been very strange. Here is the grassland. Within three miles, there are swamps and lakes. There are mountains and hills with strange names. It is peeling in the sun, but it is freezing at night. Stiff, people who are not familiar with the road can't even catch their breath, if it weren't for the fact that going outside can pay half a year's profit, who would want to come to such a ghostly place!"

Steward Wu wore a veil hat to cover his face, and chattered about the Qiang area with the school officer, so that this majestic general could get acquainted with the business traveller.

"That's exactly the case. I can't blame the barbarians for coveting the original treasures of our Han family all day long, and coming here from time to time to invade and rob and kill."

Yan Qing, Diqiu's chief logistics officer, covered his head tightly with fine linen gauze, only showing his big eyes, for fear that the scorching sun would damage his beautiful appearance, he interrupted angrily.

In the past few days since he came out, he already had some regrets.

Although life in Diqiu is busy and difficult, but the young master has never been wronged by the people around him.Even those days when there was little meat and eggs in Chuchu, the young master also came up with a lot of recipes, and let He Qi cook them carefully, and everyone ate them with great taste.Later, when the autumn harvest was sufficient, Young Master Yue came to the Northwest to take charge of the Animal Husbandry Department. There were endless poultry and eggs, refined flour and fine rice, and even fat pigs and strong sheep were killed several times to satisfy everyone's greed.

Although the son-in-law is not allowed to waste, everyone also eats three meals a day like the common people, three dishes and one soup, but the soup is delicious that can't be eaten in the palace, especially when the male vixen takes time to come to the government office, all kinds of meat and vegetables It was done in a variety of ways, and it also made it easier for the caring people of their sons and lords.

Fortunately, the caravan travels, and there are no merchants and inns in the barren land. They eat marching rations all day long, such as pot helmets, rice noodles, dry cakes, and a bowl of oil tea noodles are rare delicacies.

The horses and horses were exhausted, and a layer of skin peeled off in a few days, and his mouth was blistered. If it weren't for Zhong Goblin's serious, but vaguely contemptuous eyes, he really wanted to turn around and quit.

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As Yan Qing was talking, she gave Heimianzhong a vicious look, and puffed out her chest to show her strength.

As soon as the donkey urged the horse, he followed Yan Qing, tugged at his sleeve, and asked softly, "Brother Yan Qing, are you thirsty? Drink some water, I soaked some goji berries, it's sweet!"

Brother Yanqing took good care of him and Dad when he was in Pinglu. If Brother Yanqing hadn't mentioned it to the adults, he would not have been valued by the adults.

But for some reason, Brother Yanqing and the master are both excellent people, and when they get together, they are really restless, making him caught in the middle of the trouble, which makes him feel tired.

"Hmph! You have a conscience, kid."

Yan Qing took the water sac, lifted the veil and drank it on her back, only then felt that her smoldering throat was more comfortable, and she didn't bother to compete with Zhong Heimian anymore.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Lao Gen twitched his eyebrows with a smile, and whispered to the frowning donkey: "Boy, don't be too careless in the future, look, what's going on in front of you?!"

Mr. Li is really clever, not to mention the fancy taste, but he can still manage all the hawks, tigers and lions into obedience.

The red sun like a giant egg slowly set at the end of the grassland, the sky darkened for a while, the sky was like a cover, and little stars gradually emerged.

As usual, the team rested in a wild campsite.

The places that can be used as camps are all found by caravans who have traveled the old road. Generally, there will be water intake points nearby, flat and wide, and it is easy to find unfavorable situations-horse bandits or wolves.

The wolves on the grassland come and go like the wind, and they are one of the great enemies of the caravan.

These camps are on the way to the various tribes. People who are not accustomed to commercial routes will generally not know. Without experienced caravans, it is extremely difficult to find a way in this deserted grassland, Gobi or mountains. A horrible thing.

When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty fought against the Xiongnu, the biggest enemy of the soldiers who went to the expedition was actually not the barbarians, but—lost, and the saddest one was naturally the hard-pressed Li Guang.

Mr. Li has an ultra-modern live broadcast room with him, so he will naturally not get lost, but it is impossible for him to do everything by himself. Various matters in Diqiu's base camp require him to be in charge. To solve the problem of getting lost, Mr. Li took two measures. One was to find an old caravan to lead him, and the other was to give Zhongheng the "protection money"-the same frequency generator can mark the location.

Of course Zhong Daxian has a map from the Middle Ages, but the more accurate map that can be dug out is at least the geographical map of mountains and rivers after the emergence of modern satellite technology on the earth. There is at least a 2000-year gap between Dayan and Dayan on the vertical axis of time. Let alone The place where humanities and tribes gather has been turned upside down, and even the mountains, rivers and rivers have changed a lot.

As for the maps recorded in the Middle Ages, it is more accurate to say that they are maps rather than freehand landscape paintings. Even if they are freehand maps, most of them are only in the Central Plains, and there are no maps of barbaric lands.

Therefore, Lord Li had no choice but to carefully trace the geographical map of the mountains and rivers of the Qiang and Barbarian land, making two copies, one for his own rammed goods to take on the road for comparison, and one for him to mark in Diqiu based on the caravan's traveling position. Humanistic information such as camping spots and tribal distribution, after this trip, you don’t have to worry about getting lost in the future.

Seven or eight piles of bonfires were lit on the campsite, and everyone in the caravan surrounded the chariots and horses and rested one after another. The cook also started to bake cakes and make soup.

The black armor soldiers were arranged in rows and sat down neatly in several rows, all of them upright and tall, waiting for the meal.

The sentry sentries and armored soldiers on duty, with their armor on, stood vigilantly in all directions. The black iron armor was hidden in the night, and the moonlight shone slightly, looking like a fierce ghost, which made people feel cold.

"Tsk tsk!" Steward Wu glanced at the sergeants who were being ordered around, couldn't help shaking his head and smacking his tongue, and whispered to his deputy, Wu Zi, "Amazing! This level of military appearance, I'm afraid even the Imperial Army can surpass it."

Wu Zi also sneaked a look for a while, a little unconvinced, shrank his neck and whispered: "Wu Guanshi, this Diqiu soldier looks neat, isn't it too much for you to say that he can compare with the Imperial Army?! You are old and have no I watched them fight, how could I watch the emperor's imperial army?!"

"Bah! Don't be a motherfucker, grandpa has seen more soldiers with this trick than you have ever seen in your entire life, and you still need to watch the enemy fight? Just look at the aura and you will know how powerful it is!"

Steward Wu glared at him, and said anxiously: "Wu Zi, don't provoke this Diqiu soldier, go! Send our family's vegetables to Steward Yan Qing, so that the soldiers can taste it."

"Our dishes are all pickled vegetables, so salty, so delicious! See what good food they eat, and I don't care about our..."

Wu Zi pursed his lips, envious of the delicious food that the Diqiu soldiers ate, but he didn't know what it was.

Guanshi Wu really hated iron for being weak, he kicked the idiot somersaults, and said in a low voice, "You bastard! We'll share our own dishes with them, so won't they be polite to me?"

Wu Zi suddenly realized, stretched out his thumb and silently praised the cunning and scheming of his family's steward, smelling the tangy aroma of Diqiu's dry food, he turned somersaults, and ran to his big car in a hurry, "sharing" The food is gone.

Yan Qing received a pile of black pickle lumps from Wu Zi with a smile on his face, how could he not know what this guy who couldn't stop slobbering quietly meant.

He smiled sweetly, not stingy, thanked the Wu family caravan, and asked someone to bring the dry food and road vegetables of his caravan, introduced them one by one, and gave instructions on how to eat and use them.

"...This is Guokui, baked with dead flour pancakes, put a little salt, it can be stored for ten days and a half months, but it is dry. This is instant porridge, the green rope is chicken flavor, and the original color rope is cassava flavor .This is barley tea. It can be eaten dry, or you can put it in a bowl and wash it with water. You can feel dry or wet.”

Yan Qing gave a portion of the normal dry food of the Black Armor Army to the Wu family's caravan, but the guy couldn't hold back his saliva any longer, and hissed.

Wu Zi smiled awkwardly, and after thanking him, he jumped back to the Wu family's caravan with his things in his hands. A group of stewards were quickly sorted out, and they all nodded to Yan Qing with a smile.

It's cheap to exchange this kind of thing for kindness.

No matter how simple the things made by my young master are, people are rushing to ask for them!

Yan Qing smiled and nodded in agreement with the stewards of the Wu family, sighed and picked up her own bowl, no matter how delicious it is, it can't stand eating every day!

Reaching out to touch the corner pocket of the lower garment, he took out a small cloth bag, untied the cloth bag, and inside was a handful of dried meat.He treasured a longer honey beef jerky from it, hesitated for a moment, and changed it to a shorter one.

However, put this short piece of beef jerky into your mouth and chew it. It is sweet and slightly spicy, soft and firm, and it is so delicious that you want to swallow your own tongue!

It's a pity that there is only a small bag, and the young master cooked it carefully for the fox, and he quickly snatched it when he tried it a little more.

Yan Qing licked off the last bit of debris from his mouth, gritted his teeth and put away the small bag again, and grinded his teeth straight at Zhong Hei Lian who had walked to a secluded place. If you get thousands of cows, no one will grab your jerky to eat!

Zhong Hei's face didn't take a glance at Chief Steward Yan Qing. After General Wu An settled down, he took a piece of military rations and walked to the side. He touched the "protection money" tied on his hand lightly, and couldn't help but raise his mouth.

The smile is gentle.

Swallowing his dinner, he couldn't wait to reach out and hold down the "copper coin" that A Xian made for himself.

It has been three days since the last communication, and we can communicate again tonight.

After getting the "protection money", the two tried many times. Master Li found that this thing is slightly better than Zhong Daxian's saying that it can only communicate once in 72 hours. With a small margin, save it two or three times, and the excess power will be enough for another communication.

That is to say, in addition to the communication once every three days, there is an additional opportunity for unlimited communication. This discovery made Mr. Li very happy.It is completely possible to make a call every three days, as long as you save that emergency communication opportunity as a backup, otherwise it will be a waste.

Since the caravan set off, Zhongheng had already used the communication once. Although he could not get a reply from Mr. Li, he knew that what he said could be transmitted back to Ah Xian immediately through the "magic weapon" in his hand.

Zhong Heng raised his hand, stood on the vast grassland, looked up at the dark night starry sky, and murmured to the copper coin in his hand:

"I've passed the broken branch pass, I really want to fuck you."