Huangcheng is not far to the north of Dawan City. Compared to the main city, Huangcheng is more like a border town. Previously, the border military camp of Dawan Kingdom was stationed here.
"Xu."
Xu Mu dismounted, raised his head, and took stock of the scene in front of him. Compared with Dawan City, which is still relatively prosperous, Huangcheng is much more dilapidated. But fortunately, there is no shortage of stables and training grounds. In the south of the city, near the oasis, there are still many barbarians living there.
"Wei Feng, go and arrange the camp of the coalition forces."
Wei Feng accepted the order and walked away.
Xu Mu exhaled and settled the affairs of Dawan Kingdom. The next step was to take advantage of this power to slowly conquer the entire Western Region.
Of course, the most important thing right now is to resolve the Black Hawk Gate matter. Having such a fly around is, after all, very unpleasant.
"Zhao Dun, there has been some progress regarding the Black Eagle Gate recently."
In the Western Regions, apart from Yin Hu, Zhao Dun was the best military counselor.
At this time, after hearing Xu Mu's words, Zhao Dun hurriedly handed over his hand.
"Don't worry, my lord, we have followed the clues from the Black Eagle Order and are investigating all the way. I believe it won't be long before we can find out one or two."
"Zhao Dun, there are still clues about the Son of God."
Vaguely, Xu Mu only felt that the mysterious Son of God might be an important clue.
"My lord, if I am not mistaken, the Son of God has been dormant in the Dawan Kingdom for a long time. He did not leave until Lou Luo was defeated in the expedition."
"If this is the case, everything can be explained. Lou Luo and Dawan Kingdom are just victims of the instigation of the Son of God."
There might be another one like Lou Luo who has a sudden brain twitch.
"Zhao Dun, when you order someone to write an invitation later, tell King Xu Mu of Shu that he wants to discuss important matters outside Dayuan. Please invite the kings from the west to come."
"Lord, what if someone doesn't want to come."
"It's okay. Those who come will count. If you don't come, I will remember it."
This is the case now. The allied forces' attack on Dayuan City was an extremely beautiful and tough battle. It not only exaggerated the power of the Shu army, but also vaguely represented a general trend.
At this time, if you are not an old friend, you can only be an enemy. There is not much time, and we have to return to the Central Plains to train the army, accumulate food and cast weapons, and wait for the decisive battle with Beiyu.
Zhao Dun nodded.
"By the way, my lord, there is one more thing. When the army entered Huangcheng, I was worried that something might happen, so I first inquired about the situation in the city."
Xu Mu smiled. This is indeed in line with Zhao Dun's temperament, seeking stability at every step.
"What? Found something."
"In the settlement south of Huangcheng, there is a brewer named Yanyong. My lord may be interested."
"Yanyong?"
"The Ji family was founded in the early days of the world, and the twenty-seven tiger generals who founded the country were Yanzhang, the ancestor of Yanyong."
Xu Mu was shocked.
"My lord also knows that many people were involved in the political interference of foreign relatives more than two hundred years ago. For example, the famous generals Zhang Chenggong, Shen Tujiu, Li Shi... without exception, most of these people were reduced from their general positions and demoted to Common people."
Xu Mu nodded. For example, the three people who helped Dong Wen before, or the ancestors of Shen Tu Guan, were all famous generals.
"At the beginning, the ancestors of the Yan family were also implicated, and the entire family was executed! Fortunately, the Yan family got help from old friends and fled into the Western Regions. Today, Yanyong is the descendant of the Yan family who stayed in the Western Regions. I guess that with a family like the founding tiger general, the art of war should be handed down from generation to generation. And Yan Yong is not a mediocre person."
"Tongzhi means, let me go and win over you."
"That's right. Compared to Beiyu, I don't have many generals in Xishu. Although there are generals here, it still takes time to hatch."
"It makes sense." Xu Mu nodded. He's such a useful general, he doesn't have too many. You know, the great war between the North and the South is not going to take long.
With the crusade against the Demon Queen and the conquest of Donglai, there were fewer and fewer generals like Lu Xiu and Dou Tong.
"Si Hu, go to the street to eat." Si Hu, who was picking his feet, heard Xu Mu's words and ran over in surprise.
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Following the position left by Zhao Dun, Xu Mu walked slowly along the long street of Huangcheng with Si Hu and a dozen guards.
Compared with the Central Plains, this densely populated city is not prosperous. But there is always an exotic touch, such as the mutton soup, which is not only spicy, but also eaten with fried pancakes.
"Brother Mu, sit here, sit here, and I'll eat eight bowls!" Si Hu's eyes gleamed.
Xu Mu sat down, raised his head, and looked at another dilapidated wine shop next to the mutton soup shop.
In front of the shop, a swarthy man, wearing a barbarian felt hat, with an expressionless face, placed jars on the ground.
The aroma of wine spread all of a sudden.
After hesitating, Xu Mu stood up and walked forward.
The big man raised his head, and there was something mixed-race in the outline of his facial features. He looked at Xu Mu and then at the Shu guards following behind.
"How to sell it." Xu Mu sat down and pointed to the wine jar on the ground.
"Half a silver coin a jar."
Unlike the Central Plains, the currency circulating in the Western Regions is directly calculated in gold and silver. Of course, after the Silk Road is completely opened, Xu Mu plans to unify the currency to prevent profiteers from making part of the price difference when trading.
"Can you taste it?"
The big man nodded, calmly poured half a bowl of wine and placed it in front of Xu Mu.
"Good wine." Xu Mu drank it all in one gulp and wiped his mouth comfortably.
"In the past, you and I were traveling together, and we knew a little bit about it. Although this grape wine is considered a fine wine, it is still inferior to the wine from the Central Plains."
The big man looked silent, turned around, and started working again.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I know. The King of Western Shu in the Central Plains."
"Are you still planning to go back?"
The big man stopped, turned his head, and pointed at his face mockingly, "King Shu, please see what I look like. Brown eyes and a high nose. I have already taken root here."
"I know that if the King of Shu came here, he must have found something. But these things have nothing to do with me."
"The Daji is dead." Xu Mu was not in a hurry, and his tone was still calm.
"The King of Shu wants to win over me?" Yan Yong looked funny, "I don't know the Chinese characters of Zhongyuan, and I don't understand any military strategies. The King of Shu is going to be disappointed. What I hope most now is to sell a few more cans of wine, so that people can win over me." I won’t starve to death. I’m really capable, and the Dawan people have recruited me long ago.”
"No matter how much the tiger changes, it will never give birth to a sick dog." Xu Mu said with a serious face, "Don't forget that you still have the blood of the Yan family of the Central Plains in your body."
Yanyong looked silent.
"I'll help you with today's business." Xu Mu took out five gold cakes and placed them on the table.
"King Shu, it's just eight glasses of wine, that's already too much."
"It's not just about buying wine, the extra gold is for me, Xu Mu, to be grateful for the banquet of the tiger generals, the gold and iron horses, and the contribution to calming the troubled times."
Yanyong opened his eyes and his body began to tremble slightly.
