Yang Gan's eyes narrowed. If he remembered correctly, only one super powerful empire in ancient Europe had a profession like gladiators.
After wiping their bodies and wiping their faces, the three of them covered themselves with quilts and fell asleep. The ancients didn't have any entertainment tools, so they usually went to bed very early, around seven or eight o'clock.
The two women didn't react at all, but Yang Qian, who had always slept well, was tossing and turning today and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
The climate here on the grassland is not as hot as in Guan Nei. On the contrary, there is some coolness at night.
This Huns quilt really can't cover itself. The smell of sheep's smell is too strong. It's just the smell of sheep's smell, mixed with a sour smell.
It was like smelling socks under the armpits that had been worn for more than ten days. Yang Qian, who usually liked hygiene, couldn't stand it.
"Hoo~~~!" In the darkness, Yang Qian let out a heavy breath, took the liquor and walked out of the tent. The moment he walked out, Krisna next to him also opened his eyes.
On the higher mound outside the camp, several soldiers were talking to each other. The atmosphere was heated, and they were obviously at their most excited. Even Yang Gan didn't notice when he came behind them.
"I don't know whether the child my women gave me was a boy or a girl."
"Hahaha, you're already married, and I haven't even tasted a girl."
"I really want to finish it early, but I don't know if my sister and my grandma can finish the farm work."
"What's wrong with getting married? I have a long mouth, but let's not talk about it. I used to think that joining the army was meaningless, and there were only a few people who could make contributions, but now I don't think so."
"Well, that boy Ran Jing talks to us every day, and I understand that when foreign enemies come in, it will be difficult for everyone. Only when the country is strong and people don't dare to attack us can the villagers live a good life."
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth behind them rose. An army with first-class physical fitness and first-class weapons and equipment cannot be called first-class at all.
Only with unity of thought and unity of purpose can tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people be twisted into a single rope, and powerful combat power can be unleashed. This model is what Yang Gan calls the soul of the army.
An army without a military spirit is just an army that is golden on the outside and defeated on the outside. It can fight with a favorable wind, but when it encounters a headwind, it can run faster than anyone else.
"Ahem~~~!"
Hearing the sound coming from behind, several soldiers immediately picked up their weapons and entered a fighting posture. When they saw the person clearly, several soldiers bowed in surprise and said, "General Yang."
"Well, I can't sleep today. You go and have some rest. I'll keep watch."
One of the soldiers was surprised and said, "General Yang, let me handle such a small matter. You are the commander of the army. If word spreads about doing such a thing, it will bring disgrace to the faces of our Polu army."
Yang Gan smiled and said, "That's it. Don't be so serious. Go back to bed. I can't sleep today."
Several soldiers were helpless. After bowing and bowing, they returned to their tents and could finally sleep.
Yang Gan sat on the ground, looking at the bright moon in the distant sky, feeling a lot of emotion. He used to feel like he was from God's perspective, and he couldn't integrate into the scene.
As more and more people surround me, the crisis becomes stronger and stronger, and I instinctively involve myself in it, forming a bond with the world.
"Alas~~~!" He let out a long sigh.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I share the same enemy with you!" Looking outside, Yang Gan couldn't help humming.
"who?"
"Hey, I walk so lightly, but you actually listen a lot, you have dog ears." A tall figure walked out of the dark night and sat next to Yang Gan.
"You have stupid ears and you stay up in the middle of the night. What are you doing here?"
"I feel a little homesick and can't sleep."
Yang Gan's eyes shrank, and the huge gap between the two people disappeared at this moment.
"I miss home too."
When he is busy, when fighting, or when he is leisurely, Yang Gan will not miss home. Only after he is busy, after fighting, and when he is leisurely, will there be endless loneliness that tightly wraps him up.
He shouted in his heart that he had already experienced this kind of struggle in his previous life. After entering the society, he kept shouting, begging for mercy, helpless, and angry, but it was of no help. He could only passively accept it, gradually turned into a habit, and then was subtly influenced. I completely forgot my original intention.
"I heard that your home is in the capital of Xia Kingdom. You can still go back, but I may never be able to go back in my life. Sparta is too far away from Xia Kingdom. I wandered for several years before I got here."
Yang Gan took a deep look at her. The two were evenly matched. One was that the country was gone but at least it was still in one world, and the other was that the country was strong but in another world.
If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have talked back to my parents when they were nagging them at home, and I should have been a filial son. Now it's too late to regret it, and I will never be able to be happy in front of my two elders again.
His body seemed to be drained dry, and he leaned against Krisna weakly. Tears kept sliding down his cheeks, and powerful negative energy enveloped him.
Krisna was a little surprised. She didn't understand why such a powerful warrior would shed tears.
In their country, those who are strong and get warriors will never shed tears, because the weak, disabled, deformed, and in short, imperfect people have been thrown into the valley when they were born, and perverted-level eugenics and eugenics are used.
"Don't move, let me lean on you for a while and lend me your shoulder~~~~!"
The two of them cuddled together like this. As time passed, the sky gradually turned white. When the first ray of sunlight climbed up to the horizon, groups of troops carrying carriages appeared not far away.
After rubbing his face, Yang Gan pushed Krisna and shouted in her ear, "The enemy will pull her away."
"Hey~~!" Krisna jumped up and looked around warily, "Where is it?"
Yang Gan laughed and said, "Krisna, you looked so cute just now."
"Cute~~~?" Krisna said angrily, "I don't think this joke is funny. Are those our people?" she asked, pointing to the motorcade in the distance.
Yang Gan didn't say anything and led the upper-level generals out to greet him.
"Mi Le, thank you for your hard work."
Mi Le quickly dismounted from his horse and said with a smile, "General, we are not too late."
"No, no, it's better to come early than to come by chance." Yang Qian said to the soldiers in the convoy, "Everyone is lucky, there is nothing good to entertain here, but there is enough mutton and horse meat, and there is also mare's milk."
The soldiers traveled for two days and two nights without stopping at all. Once they arrived here, they could eat meat and drink alcohol. Is there any better treatment than this? They thanked each other loudly.
Krisna carried a large pot of mutton and came to the tent to wait, while Yang Gan led Mi Le to inspect the entire camp.
"Congratulations, General Yang, with so many slaves, coal is now being mined."
Yang Gan shook his head in disgust, "Not enough, far from enough. No one knows how much coal storage I have there, but as long as the coal reserves are there, they will definitely not be small. In my imagination, it will be enough for at least 50,000 people."
"Fifty thousand?" Mi Le's eyes flashed with shock.
"General Yang, a day's ration for fifty thousand people is a huge amount, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford."
Yang Gan smiled contemptuously, "What do you think you can give them to eat? As long as they don't starve to death, you can get some skin care products. If you want to eat meat for the rest of your life,"
"This~~~~!" Mi Le couldn't help but nodded in agreement. General Yang was General Yang after all, and he was very thoughtful.
"Don't think so much. You're starving. Let's go and take you to eat." He dragged Mi Le to the military tent. At this time, the mutton in the copper pot was just right and not too hot.
Mi Le was not polite. After two days and two nights of rapid march, he didn't even have time to drink water.
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you. Apart from other things, I have enough mutton and horse meat. I didn't expect that for a tribe with only thousands of people, there are more cattle, sheep and horses than them."
Yang Qian made a lot of money this time, and now he can even walk with wind. Mi Le ate the mutton, looked at the armor on his body and asked, "Is this the armor made by Mr. Xia himself? It is said to weigh a stone."
"Well, that's right. For this armor, I asked you to help me choose a war horse. Ordinary war horses can't carry me."
"How will we divide our troops this time?"
"How many people did you bring with you?"
"Three to four thousand, hundreds of carriages."
"That's simple. You help me replenish the wounded soldiers, take these prisoners home, and give the cattle to Lao Chen in Zhuangzi. You will have half of the sheep and horses in your main camp and our Polu army."
"Really?" Mi Le showed a smile.
"It's necessary. You also contributed. Moreover, we are all soldiers of Daxia. We are all brothers on the battlefield. There is no difference between us."
The logistics this time are very important, and Yang Qian's mouth is getting sweeter. After all, he is now Tian Zong's subordinate.
It is indeed in line with the procedure to order by yourself, but you still need to give some sweetness. If everyone has sweetness, it will be much easier to do things.
"Wow, we can open meat and fish dishes in our camp this time."
Mi Le immediately became excited. The frontier army was no better than the central army. They ate the hardest and worked the most tiringly. They had to go to the front line and fight against others. It usually took three days to a week to eat one meal of meat. It was not easy.
"Don't worry, I won't miss you."
"General Yang, what should we do next?"
After sleeping outside for a whole night, he hadn't eaten yet. Mi Le's face was full of oil after eating, so he took out a white cloth from his arms and handed it to him.
"After we go back, it's all clearly written on how the Huns will arrange it. No matter where Lao Tian is, I will give this to him, do you understand?"
Biting the meat in his mouth, his hands quickly stuffed the steps into his arms.
"Don't worry, I will definitely bring it."
After the two discussed the marching route, Yang Gan quickly moved towards the next destination with the 2,000 additional soldiers. If it weren't for the purpose of arresting people, with the speed of the cavalry, several tribes would have been captured by him.
In this way, Yang Gan led two thousand cavalry to continuously attack the Xiongnu tribe on the outside of the grassland. Every time he killed someone, he beheaded them directly. Those who survived were all captured and brought back to the Xia Kingdom. They harvested countless cattle, sheep and horses, and a lot of money.
