Seeing the angry looks in their eyes, Wang Zidao bowed to the two people in front of him.
He said: "These Hu people, other than these northern Han people, they don't want to leave at all."
"Don't you understand what Shopkeeper Wang means?" Li Hanjing and Zhang Shan looked at each other and shook their heads while returning the courtesy.
Wang Zidao asked the two of them, "Have the two generals heard that they were talking in private?"
"Talk in private, I didn't pay attention to this. What exactly did they say?" Li Hanjing looked at him and asked.
Not only Li Hanjing wanted to know the situation, but others also wanted to know what these pseudo-Hu people were saying.
Wang Zidao looked a little disbelieving, as if he was lost in aftertaste: "They said that the security team's treatment is too good. Not only do they have meat to eat every day, but they also have a high salary. It would be great if this continues."
"The treatment is too good?" Li Hanjing didn't react for a moment.
The meat is of course not mutton, but pork.
Now Zhaojiazhuang's pork gelding technology has long been mature and has been bred in large numbers. Not only does it have no fishy smell, but it also grows faster than before.
Wang Zidao looked at him and then explained: "It's just that the security team is treated so well that they don't want to resist at all and want to continue doing this kind of work."
Wang Zidao is about thirty, has not had much exposure to the sun, has fair skin, has been studying for a long time, and has a somewhat gentle air.
He is not a legitimate son, his biological mother is a concubine.
However, although he studied a lot, he did not pass the exam.
He is not willing to be a person who eats and drinks, but he does not have a share in the inheritance of the family business.
Thinking that Zhao Ping was his brother-in-law, he found Zhao Ping, hoping to give him a way out.
He had been engaged in construction in the Wang family and was good at calculations, so Zhao Ping arranged for him to be the shopkeeper.
"Where did Shopkeeper Wang hear this?" Zhang Shan glanced at Li Hanjing, not believing this.
Wang Zidao said with some embarrassment: "What I heard in the latrine was so stinky at the time."
After saying that, he fanned his nose, feeling a little sick now.
"This northern Han man is quite old and cannot compare to that young soldier on the battlefield. Besides, there is almost no danger of life here. There is meat to eat and a salary." Li Hanjing thought for a while and nodded.
Li Hanjing was a native of Lijiazhuang. He graduated from Zhaojiazhuang Military Academy. He participated in the battles of Jiading and Xixian and became a battalion leader because of his meritorious service.
When the two of them heard Wang Zidao's words, they felt extremely disappointed.
The security team arranged for them to come down just to prevent these fake barbarians from causing an explosion.
Unexpectedly, these fake Hu people not only did not make a fuss, but fell in love with this way of survival.
These security teams stay here and patrol diligently, but they have no effect.
The two of them felt like their fists were hitting cotton, but they couldn't find any strength at all.
Li Hanjing and Zhang Shan looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake their heads. What happened was unexpected.
Xi Lu looked at the people present, thought for a while, hesitated, and finally said: "Is Zhaojiazhuang paying too high a salary to these northern Han people?"
Xilu is also in his thirties. He has been working outside for a long time and his skin is relatively dark.
He followed Xi Lingzhu's father, Xi Yang, to build a workshop and engage in construction, and he was very familiar with the use of immortal cement.
He is serious, even persistent, and is best used as a supervisor.
Roadwashing is from the perspective of cost saving, hoping to spend less money to do more things.
Wang Zidao shook his head and said: "This is not high. This is still risky. If you encounter a flash flood, it may be difficult to escape."
"Building a road on a cliff, not to mention other things, and just seeing the cliff in mid-air, many people can't stand the empty feeling." Jiang Shan, who is in his thirties, said.
He was a stonemason and was from the same clan as Jiang Ying. He also had darker skin and a stout body.
The bearded Yu Qiyan nodded. He also sympathized with these northern Han people.
"There are many dangers when building roads on cliffs." He said with a pale face. "A month ago, I went down to watch them building roads. Suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew. I saw those people wandering around and heard the screams of the craftsmen. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, I thought something had happened, but luckily the rope was strong and nothing happened.”
After saying that, Yu Qiyan patted his chest, feeling lingering fear.
"The little saint said that this is a century-old plan and must be repaired. We can't let the horses run away without giving them grass to eat." Wang Zidao looked at the other five people and expressed his opinion.
He and Yu Qishi are both the shopkeepers of Chidao Jianfang in Shudao, and they hope that the construction period will be as fast as possible.
Yu Qiyan also sympathizes with these Han people very much, because he has lived in a mountain village and knows the horror of poverty.
He said with deep feeling: "They are also Han people, so we cannot treat them badly."
"If the salary was not given, or the salary was less, this project would not have been possible so quickly. Now 30% of the work has been completed." Wang Zidao nodded.
Xilu thought for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.
After all, the road to Shu is indeed more difficult than reaching the sky.
Xi County is isolated outside Sichuan. Chi Road must be opened as soon as possible to allow all kinds of goods and materials from Chengdu Fulu Road to be transported out, so that people from inside and outside Sichuan can travel freely.
"Thank you, little saint," Xi Lu said, bowing respectfully to Chengdu: "Little saint, this is a one-person effort that benefits the world."
"Thank you, little saint." Yu Qishi and the other five people also bowed and said one after another, "I have benefited the common people and my merits are immeasurable."
At the Miaogou River in Dingjun Mountain in West County, the Hu people attacked in three directions.
Two groups of barbarians walked along the shore, all of them were cavalry.
They galloped on horseback and fired rockets toward the Miaogou River pass.
In the river, barbarians drove carriages with imitation versions of cyclone cannons mounted on top of the carriages, constantly firing thunder at the bridge.
There are four barbarians on the carriage, one is driving the horse, the other is taking aim, one is lighting the Shanzhai Thunder, and the other is taking out the Shanzhai Thunder from the basket.
This was the idea of Zhang Liang, the barbarian dog-headed military counselor. After calculation, he found that this was the most efficient.
Of course, the space in the carriage is limited, so this is the best way.
As the carriage ran in the river, it naturally caused the carriage to bump.
These barbarians are used to the bumpy ride on horseback and don't feel any discomfort.
Although the barbarians adapted, the accuracy of the cyclone cannon on the carriage was difficult to adapt to, and the firing accuracy was somewhat poor.
The barbarian's thunderbolt was aimed forward, but after firing, it was either left or right.
The security team on the bridge was not to be outdone, and the cyclone cannons also fired towards the Miaogou River.
The barbarian cavalry on both sides suddenly fired rockets, and their target was the tornado cannon on the small board.
Scratching, the table formation saw the Hu cavalry and had already raised the Eight Immortals Table.
A barbarian centurion kept sneering: "The table array can block the cavalry rockets, but it is too short."
These barbarians galloped on horseback and fired rockets wildly.
If they were on flat ground, they wouldn't be able to launch so far, but with the blessing of a horse, the effect would be completely different.
Only a small part of the rocket was blocked, and most of it flew past the table array and towards the cyclone cannon.
"Stop, stop." Zhao Yue, the leader of the table array, shouted loudly.
Immediately, a group of mobile Eight Immortals tables moved in the direction of the rocket, hoping to stop the rocket.
The cyclone cannon watched the rocket flying towards him, hurriedly stopped firing, and moved from both sides to the middle of the river.
Seeing the rockets flying over the table array, the centurion couldn't help laughing.
"Boom, boom, boom." He was answered by thunder from the sky, which was fired by the tornado cannons on the horse-faced buildings on both sides of the bridge.
The barbarian centurion was not afraid at all, and his horse was very fast.
"Boom, boom, boom." This time the thunder exploded in front of the horse.
The horse suddenly stood up and then fell to the ground with a crash.
It turned out that the thunderous ceramic hit the horse's eye, and the horse stood up in pain and then fell down.
On the outer edge of the ground was the Miaogou River. People and horses fell into the river together, causing a wave of waves.
The river was too dangerous. When the other Hu cavalry saw it, they all relied on the mountain side.
Boom, boom, thunder exploded on the side of the mountain.
Cyclone gun position on the bridge.
Deng Xiong, the commander of the cyclone cannon, stepped on the pedal like crazy and looked at the deputy commander Tang Deping and asked: "What does the Xizuo camp do? Isn't it said that the imitation cyclone cannon can only fire thirty steps, how come it turns out to be forty steps?"
"Originally, there were only thirty steps. With the momentum of the horses, it is normal to increase the pace by ten steps." Xie Qingsong also stepped on the pedal frantically, thought for a while, and expressed his opinion.
Their cyclone cannon stood on the bridge, steady and accurate, and its accuracy was naturally better than that of the barbarians.
However, the horse carriages running by the barbarians still affected their effect.
"This carriage is too fast to hit, and it wastes one of my thunderbolts." Commander Deng Xiong of the Cyclone Cannon said with a sigh as he hit the Cyclone Cannon accurately.
Deputy Commander Xie Qingsong nodded and kept moving the cyclone cannon and said: "After all, the carriage is faster than people, and it keeps shaking, which is much more difficult than hitting people."
"Finally I'm aiming. Let's see if you can still run away this time." Deng Xiong kept adjusting the regulator and squinted his aim.
With a rumble, the barbarian's carriage was hit, and the screams of horses and people echoed in the valley.
Two of the barbarians were quite ferocious, and ran quickly to both banks regardless of the cold water in the river.
If you don't run away, you will be trampled by the approaching carriage.
The other two Hu men were seriously injured and could not get up for a while.
The blood of the men and horses continued to flow out, but it was quickly washed away by the river.
"Haha, haha. This time you little bitch didn't escape." Deng Xiong burst into laughter.
Xie Qingsong took aim and asked: "Commander, how did you do it? Do you have any tips?"
"This depends on the direction of the carriage's movement, and the estimated position and time." Deng Xiong said while constantly moving the cyclone cannon, "Here's the trick."
There are more and more carriages of the Hu people, and they are getting closer and closer.
Hu people's carriages were constantly being hit, and the blood turned the river red.
The barbarians were quite fierce. They fired wildly and sprinted wildly, and more barbarians rushed over.
Their aim was finally aimed at Xiaoqiao, and copycat versions of the thunderbolts kept flying towards Xiaoqiao.
Two rows of tables were erected in front of the bridge to block most of the barbarian thunder.
There were a lot of thunders from the Hu people's copycat villages, and there were still a small number of copycat thunders that flew through the table array.
Zhao Yue, the leader of the table array, directed the table array to move continuously and take over the barbarians' copycat thunder.
Although the copycat thunder is not as powerful as the security team's thunder, it can still hurt people, and it is more likely to detonate its own thunder.
The bridge space is limited, only about three feet wide.
Behind it are two rows of cyclone cannons, and in front are two rows of table arrays, one row is a fixed table array, and the other is a mobile table array.
There is also a row of passages between the cyclone cannon and the table array, which are used for people's passage and emergency use.
Love this effect and limit the moving distance of the table array.
Therefore, there is no absolute guarantee that all copycat Hongtian Lei can be caught, and the security team has also begun to suffer injuries, some even seriously injured.
The barbarian carriages are getting closer and closer, and the chance of being hit by the cyclone cannon of the security group is getting higher and higher.
Boom, boom, boom, the barbarians' carriages were constantly being hit.
Amidst the screams of some barbarians, they fell on their backs and fell into the Miaogou River.
The foreigners and carriages around them didn't even look at them, and drove straight over.
A foreigner's carriage was hit, and suddenly the whole carriage exploded with a rumble and a burst of black smoke.
The foreigner in the carriage was either seriously injured or dead.
Xie Qingsong couldn't help but be overjoyed: "I hit it, I finally hit it."
"It's really a blockbuster." Deng Xiong's mouth was full of envy, "You actually hit the barbarian's mountain village with a thunderous thunder."
Although there is not much water in the Miaogou River, waves of water splash out and fly straight into the sky.
Black smoke continued to rise, forming a black curtain wall.
But when the water splashes, the smoke begins to disappear.
The river wind blew by, and the gunpowder smoke gradually dispersed.
His imitation cyclone cannon threw imitation thunderbolts wildly and kept flying towards the small bridge, a small part of which flew over the security group's table array.
On the small bridge, Zhao Yue was sweating profusely, looking at the thunderous thunder flying over the table array, and kept directing the moving table array to block it.
The barbarian rockets and the copycat thunder still put a lot of pressure on the security team.
After all, the terrain here is not as high as the mountains, and the terrain is relatively flat, which is conducive to barbarian cavalry charges.
So far, more than 30 people in the security team have been injured. Fortunately, most of them are minor injuries.
The carriages of the barbarians were getting closer and closer, and from fifty to forty to thirty to twenty, their ferocious faces were clearly visible.
"Boom, boom, boom" bursts of black smoke rose in front of the bridge, and then focused into a wall of smoke.
A barbarian centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed. He stepped on the pedal fiercely and laughed loudly.
"Warriors, if you work harder, we will capture this bridgehead." He shouted crazily.
