Seeing the awkward look of the two of them, Ashan's lips curved into a smile.
He looked at the two of them and said: "The two ghost masters have another way to get the best of both worlds."
"Ah Shan, is there any other way?" Ami asked with a doubtful expression and a frown.
A faint smile appeared on Ashan's face: "You two can go out wearing mourning. Not only can you have both loyalty and filial piety, but it can also improve your morale."
"Improve morale?" Ami couldn't believe his ears, "How to improve morale?"
"The mourning soldiers will surely win." Ashan laughed heartily, "If you are wearing a white handkerchief up and down, doesn't that mean that the mourning soldiers will win?"
"Thank you Ah Shan." Ami and Ah Bing bowed to Ah Shan and nodded.
The two looked at each other with joy in their eyes, thinking that this was the best solution.
A Shan's lips curved into a smile, and then he asked: "Two ghost masters, how many troops do you plan to send?"
"We have brought out a thousand elite soldiers, that is, a thousand soldiers and horses." Ami and Abing looked at each other and said with a wry smile.
Zhao Ping put down his tea cup at this time and looked at A Mi and A Bing: "Two ghost masters, if Dali kills Hu, not only do you not have to worry about food and grass, but you will also get a reward."
"Reward?" Ami smiled bitterly, "The royal family asked us to send a thousand troops, and we have met the requirement."
"This reward is quite big, do you want to hear it?" Zhao Ping asked lightly with a smile on his lips.
Ami kept shaking his head, as if like a rattle: "We can still sell horses, why bother throwing the entire tribe into the war."
"Trading horses, the two ghost owners have thought too much." Zhao Ping had a sarcastic smile on his face, "After Dali was captured by the barbarians, can they still let you do horse business?"
"This, this." Ami stammered, finding that he couldn't continue.
Zhao Ping looked at the two men and said calmly: "For killing the barbarian, ten thousand men, thousands men, and centurions will be rewarded with 10,000, 1,000, and 100 copper coins respectively. For those who are captured alive, ten sets, five sets, and one set of Xianjia plate armor will be awarded."
"Really?" Ami was stunned, with his mouth open, speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it."
"Who will give such a high reward?" A Bing took a step back, his eyes almost falling out of his sockets, and then asked with difficulty.
Ah Shan actually already knew this, so his expression was not as exaggerated as theirs.
Zhao Ping looked at the two of them and said calmly: "Of course the food, grass and rewards will come from Zhaojiazhuang, there is no problem at all."
"Little saint, my subordinates sent four thousand troops." Ami thought for a while, and finally said happily with a bow.
Ah Bing didn't even hesitate at all. He raised his hands and said solemnly: "Little saint, I will also send four thousand troops."
The soldiers, horses and strength of these two tribes are still slightly lacking compared to Ashan. Four thousand soldiers and horses is almost their limit.
After watching the game, Ashibei and Ajiduo came to Ajiduo's posthouse with pale faces and trembling bodies.
Both Ashibe and Ajito are small tribes, and they are not at the same level as Ashan.
"The tribe is calm on the surface, but in fact the competition is too fierce and cruel." Ashibei said with lingering fear.
Ajiduo touched his chest and felt calmer: "I thought the Great Ghost Lord didn't have to fight hard, but I didn't expect that the competition between them would be so fierce. It was so miserable. Three Great Ghost Lords and two generals died. "
Just as the two of them were talking about this, the soldiers came in and reported something to Ajita.
"What, Ashan sent five thousand troops?" Ajiduo couldn't believe his ears, "Didn't he take all the soldiers, horses and strong men?"
"Ah Shan is gambling here." Ah Shibei thought for a while and then said slowly.
Ajita scratched his head and wondered: "Why does Ah Shan want to gamble?"
"One wants to get rich by gambling, and the other wants to increase his prestige." Ashipei crossed his chin and stroked his beard.
Ajido also thought about it and felt a little unbelievable: "The risk is too high for Ah Shan to act like this."
"A Shannai is the most important thing for the new official to take office. He has just taken over as the Great Ghost Lord, so he must take his own actions." A Shibei touched his chin again with a profound look.
Ajiduo walked a few steps in the desk of the Yiting. After stopping, he asked: "What should we do?"
"Ashan has taken risks, and small tribes like us should take risks even more." Ashanbei patted the table beside him and said decisively.
Ajiduo glared at him, smiled bitterly, and shook his head: "Our tribe is small to begin with, and we can't stand the trouble. Don't lose your money all at once."
"What's the gain if you don't put in the investment?" Ashibei said with a joking smile, "If you want pie in the sky, where can these good things come from?"
"Ashibei, this matter is related to the life and death of the tribe, so we have to consider it carefully." Ajiduo scratched his face, still smiling bitterly.
Ajita looked at him sideways and said with disdain: "The survival of a tribe is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. If you and I are so worried about gains and losses, we will either be swallowed up by the big tribes sooner or later, or we will be unable to feed the people of the tribe and die naturally."
"Ah Shibei, you are afraid that your words are too alarmist." Ajiduo took two steps back, his eyes almost falling out of his sockets.
Ashibei shook his head, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "In this world, the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker. In the past, there were still leftovers, but now there are no leftovers. If this continues, the tribe will either perish or perish. escape."
"You and I are located close to the Song Dynasty. Horse dealers like them must pay some travel expenses." Ajiduo thought for a while and came up with an idea.
Ashibei smiled sarcastically and looked at Ajido sideways: "What if Ashan leads the troops and sells the horses himself, how much tolls do you plan to charge?"
"This, this, I will take whatever they are willing to give." Afterwards, Ajiduo became less and less confident and his voice became lower and lower.
His tribe only had two to three thousand people in total. In a fit of anger, Ah Shan could completely wipe out his tribe.
Ah Shibei sighed heavily, looked up at the sky, and shook his head: "No matter what, strength determines everything. So the three great ghost masters would rather die than take the first place."
"But, but, can't we still sell horses?" Ajiduo asked weakly.
Ah Shibei shook his head and sneered again and again: "Trading horses, now Dali is about to perish. The barbarians will let you sell horses, just dream."
Ajido was deep in thought while drinking tea.
"Don't hesitate, this is an opportunity. There is a little saint here now. The little saint has forced the barbarians to sue for peace. What are you afraid of?" Ashibei patted Ajiduo on the shoulder and said in a deep voice.
Ajiduo decisively patted the table, making a banging sound, and nodded: "Okay, I'll take a gamble and catch a strong man, five hundred soldiers and horses should be no problem."
"Yes, we will destroy the cauldron and sink the boat in one fell swoop. I will also send five hundred troops." Ah Shibei also patted the table and said decisively.
In another post house, there are three ghost masters discussing here.
The three ghost masters are A Guangshi, A Qingzhong, and A Yongcheng.
The Aguang-style tribe was in the east, close to where Guangxi later became.
Aqingzhong is in the south, which is close to the east of Dali.
Ayongcheng was in the west, close to Kunming in later generations.
Aguang is about forty years old, with high cheekbones, a stout figure, round eyes, thick and short eyebrows, and very dark skin.
He was not tall, about seven feet, but his arms were about the size of an average person's thighs.
Ah Qingzhong was just the opposite of him, about nine feet tall, with a horse face, slender eyebrows and eyes, and medium skin.
Ah Yongcheng's appearance and figure are between Ah Guangshi and Ah Qingzhong.
After watching the big ghost master's game, the three of them returned to the inn in fear.
"It's too scary. For a false reputation, you actually risked the lives of three great ghost masters and two generals. This is totally worth the loss." Ah Qingzhong wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
A Guangshi looked at the two of them, wiped his cold sweat, and laughed at himself: "It seems that our life will be much easier if we don't fight for some big ghost master."
"If it's not as good as the top, but more than the bottom, that's enough." A Qingzhong couldn't help but smile bitterly.
A Yongcheng sighed and looked at the two people: "Now the three big ghost masters have sent 5,000 and 4,000 troops respectively. What should we do now?"
