"I don't know, I heard that the young master often hangs around the armory, and I don't know what he is doing." Qu Xiuwen said extremely respectfully.
Yang Qian, who was in the armory, was looking at various types of weapons. As a person in the 21st century, he had a soft spot for long-range cold weapons.
There are many bows and arrows here, followed by crossbows. There are only a few bed crossbows. There are only a dozen or so bed crossbows. It is a single bow bed crossbow. The range is worrying. It is estimated that the distance is only about 300 meters, which is still far from the peak of bed crossbows. There is a long way to go.
"Someone is coming~~~!"
Two soldiers walked in and said, "General."
"After the city wall is built, move all the crossbows up there, do you understand?"
"No~~!"
At this time, another soldier rushed in and reported, "General, there are caravan guards asking to see you."
"Huh? Let's go."
Yang Qian came outside and saw Xiao Wu and another familiar guard with dusty faces, and said happily, "How is Zijin's plan in the Jie clan?"
Xiao Wu said happily, "Everything went according to the general's instructions, especially all the weapons plundered by the Huns were sold to the Jie tribe. Now that the Jie tribe knows the news that the Huns are about to withdraw their troops, they are sharpening their knives. It looks like there will be a good show."
Yang Gan was ecstatic, and he excitedly sent Xiao Wu to his shoulders: "Well done, great. All we need is the east wind."
"The head of the family asked us to bring news. Because the Jie clan doesn't have much money, and all large transactions in the grasslands are barter, all the money from selling weapons is converted into slaves."
Yang Gan was surprised and said, "Really?"
"The head of the family knows that the general is short of manpower. This time there are 23,000 slaves, and a large part of them are Xia slaves."
Yang Gan nodded and asked the soldiers to take the two of them down for a good rest. They must have been running wildly without rest, and everyone could see how tired they were.
In an instant, Yang Qian's whole body relaxed. He had three fires on his head, one on his head and two on his shoulders.
Yang Qian has three mountains above his head. After getting the information, he can remove one. Let Fujiko Jin delay the whole battle and remove another mountain. As for the remaining mountain.
Humph, I don’t know how long it will take for the Xiongnu and Jie tribe to decide the winner. By then the city wall reinforcements are all completed, won’t the Xiongnu feel frustrated? Come on, come on, kneel on the durian and knock your head against the reinforced concrete a dozen times to try.
If the Huns' cavalry hadn't been too fast, Yang Gan felt that he could have beaten them to death in a field battle.
A few days later.
When Fujiko Jin escorted more than 20,000 slaves to Baiyunguan, everyone was dumbfounded.
If it weren't for the words "Baiyunguan" written on the city wall, he would even think that he was going the wrong way.
The former Baiyun Pass was in tatters, only about two feet long. This was also the cunning point of the Xiongnu. They often came to hunt for grass and valleys, but they did not attack the city. They usually just plundered, so the temples were all holding weapons that could drag them Just dragging the posture.
The Xia Kingdom's temples always regarded the Central Plains countries as their opponents, but little did they know that the Huns were their biggest concern, so they neglected to manage Baiyunguan.
But it's different now. Just by visual inspection, it's three and a half feet tall, and it seems to have gained a lot of weight. Just looking at this posture, I feel that the power of these passes is not trivial in terms of fending off enemies.
Under the supervision of thousands of soldiers holding halberds, tens of thousands of people entered the customs in a mighty manner.
Yang Qian, who received the news, greeted him at the door early.
If it weren't for the obstruction of etiquette outside, Yang Qian would definitely give Tengzi Jin a hug.
"Thank you for your hard work." After the excitement, only the simplest three words remained.
Fujiko Jin smoothed back his messy hair, cupped his hands and said, "It is Jin's duty to be of benefit to the country."
"Christina."
"exist."
"Place all the slaves."
"No~~!"
Yang Qian couldn't bear it any longer, and took Teng Zijin to the big tent, and began to understand the situation. Firstly, he could listen to the gossip, and secondly, intelligence was not the only thing in fighting a war. Even if he had the strength to win, he still needed enough intelligence.
This was ancient times. In his previous life, Yang Gan was familiar with the history of his motherland. In the ancient times of his motherland, it was no longer news that tens of thousands of troops defeated hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops, so he still had to pay attention.
"Yang Gan, there are 23,000 slaves obtained from the weapons sale this time, of which 13,000 are Xia people, including men, women and children, 10,000 slaves from Huns and various tribes, including 8,500 men and 1,500 women."
"Pa~~~!"
"What am I talking about? The Xiongnu are jackals, and the Jie tribe is not a good bird. Where did these Xia slaves come from? They didn't get it from the grass and grains. Damn it, I will destroy the Jie tribe sooner or later."
As soon as he heard that there were slaves from the Xia Kingdom, Yang Gan immediately jumped into action. He had already instinctively put himself into the role, not the role of Ji Zhao, but the role of a general or a soldier.
Fujiko Jin agreed, "I've always thought that the Xiongnu were the only ones hostile to our Xia Kingdom, but I didn't expect that even the Jie clan was the same."
"There is nothing we can do about it. They treat us like two-legged sheep. They can plunder and kill us at will. But there is no need to worry. They are in the past. Let me teach them a lesson this time."
Fujiko Jin smiled and said, "With your plan, I feel sorry for the Huns."
After chatting for a while, Yang Gan began to come to the place where the slaves lived and separated them. Xia's slaves were still the same as before. After giving them food, they were asked to go back to their homes and find their mothers.
Unfortunately, this time only 3,800 people had somewhere to go, and the remaining 9,200 people were homeless. These people had been robbed for a long time, and many children were born in the Jie tribe.
Putting these people together with the 1,800 slaves they brought, there were 11,000 domestic slaves in Baiyun Guan at this time. After the cement work was completed, these people were left behind to serve as handymen.
The Huns and mixed slaves from various tribes were all transported to the coal mines near Zhuangzi. What awaited them was to work day and night until they died. Women with good luck were just reduced to fertility machines.
In this era, this is the best treatment for slaves. If these people are put into the hands of nomadic tribes, their lives will be difficult to protect if they are seen by the nobles as unsatisfactory.
Adult slaves must not be released. Once they return to their own tribe, they will be fed a few meals and equipped with war horses, weapons, and leather armor, and they will become a viable force.
At night, bonfires were crackling on the city wall. The long metal grooves were filled with charcoal, and a large number of skewers were placed on them, including horse meat and mutton.
The grease from the skewers dripped into the charcoal, making a "sizzling" sound.
While chatting and laughing, Yang Gan took Krisna and Belika to introduce them to everyone. Ran Jing, whose butt was better, also came over in a carriage from Yuntong City.
After all, he is not very quick. If he rides a horse, Yang Qian really suspects that his chrysanthemums are broken and the ground is covered with wounds.
This is where Yang Gan organized senior generals to have a BBQ on the city wall. The only drawback was that there was no cumin and other seasonings, so they had to make do with fine salt.
Zhang Yumeng's mouth was full of oil after eating, and her eyes were rolling. In her impression, Yang Gan didn't look like the kind of person who would have dinner parties at all.
If there is a company that engages in team building, Yang Qian is the kind of person who, let me explain first, doesn’t eat anything, and you can do whatever you want, and then follow the crowd. This kind of person will rarely take the initiative to participate in social activities, let alone Organized it myself.
After seeing Yang Gan was free, Zhang Yumeng came to him with two handfuls of mutton skewers and said strangely, "You don't usually like liveliness, why did you organize a dinner for everyone today? There must be a conspiracy."
Yang Qian wiped his mouth, took a few sips of wine and whispered into Zhang Yumeng's ear, "Are you stupid? I was promoted to General Zhenbei, and I haven't even assembled the entire army. How can I lead the army if I don't win over the higher-ups?"
Zhang Yumeng suddenly realized that this was just like his previous film and television company. When a big shot or a new senior executive comes, there must always be a welcome party in order to get to know others and increase emotional communication.
"Damn it, this guy Yang Qian is such a thief. He is young and his methods are very sophisticated." Zhang Yumeng felt that he needed to pay more attention. This guy has a scheming attitude that is completely different from his age.
"General Tian, long time no see." Ran Jing, who was on one side, gestured towards Tian Zong with his wine glass.
Yang Gan said today that everyone can move freely without any restrictions, without following rules, only following etiquette. As long as they don't go overboard, everything else will be fine.
When he saw Ran Jing, Tian Zong couldn't help but joked, "I heard that your butt was spread open by Yang, so why don't you come here?"
Ran Jing's face turned red, and he cupped his hands and said, "It's all your fault, General Yang did the right thing."
"You, not only Yang Qian is optimistic about you, I am also optimistic about you. Although you are not the strongest physically, you can read, have good martial arts, and also study the art of war. With such a talent, it will not be a good thing if you are too kind to a woman. "
Tian Zong obviously knew about Ran Jing's slap in the face, so he joked.
Ran Jing scratched his head in embarrassment, "General Mo has just been in the army for a long time, and his heart has not yet softened."
Tian Zong took a deep look at Ran Jing and sighed, "General Yang is a very human being. He does everything unexpectedly, but his plans are unparalleled. I heard that when he first came to Baiyunguan, he had already sent a document to pay homage to Xian, and gave it to you." Please give me credit, but if you don’t get enough protection, I will call you General in a few days.”
Ran Jing's eyes widened in disbelief. He had been in the army for only a short time, how could he be promoted to general? To know all the promotions, general promotion is the easiest.
Because as long as there are wars fought and won, it is very difficult for soldiers to be promoted, because many meritorious soldiers have died on the battlefield before their troops can return to the court.
On the other side, the Three Musketeers of Brown Sugar sat together and ate mutton skewers. Taste, delicious."
"But it's really rude for the superior and subordinate generals to get into a fight." Qu Xiuwen couldn't stand this matter.
King Xia Wen did not drink General Lie, but drank some low-alcohol drinks. He did not answer, "Xiu Wen, has today's letter arrived?"
