Of course, after so many years of development, the Ding Ling people also have their own methods.
Just throw salt in front of the reindeer and see if it eats it. If the reindeer doesn't eat it, there is probably something wrong with the salt, but of course this is not necessarily true.
Therefore, members of every tribe will die tragically every year because of the salt problem.
Although your uncle Pei Dakun didn't understand the principle, he knew that if there was a stable source of salt, the tribe's population and force would double, no, even several times.
Looking at Dakun who seemed to be about to eat his life, Wu Qige felt a little scared in his heart.
"Yeah, not much, half, half a barrel."
After his right uncle Pei Dakun threw Wu Qige to the ground, he kept walking around in the hall, and all the big men looked at the patriarch.
"I'll go, there's half a bucket."
"There's so much salt at once, why didn't I know the sea lion beast was so valuable?"
A slightly thinner man said, "Don't forget, this is fine salt. Last time the Huns sold us a jar of fine salt, the clan leader paid a lot for it. The rest is just some coarse salt."
"Gudu~~~!"
Everyone swallowed and swallowed, half a bucket of fine salt, obediently, this is worth a lot of reindeer, greed and desire were revealed in their eyes unconsciously.
The right uncle Pei Dakun looked at Wu Qige and asked, "How much fine salt do they still have?"
Wu Qige thought about it and said, "I don't know about this, but they gave the half barrel very easily. Obviously they have a lot, at least not less than twenty barrels."
The whole house was silent for a moment, and after a few minutes, the atmosphere suddenly exploded.
"Chief, let's knock them down."
"Yes, there are only five hundred people, but we have more reindeer than them."
"Haha, we have more than this number of mastiffs."
"As long as we have enough fine salt, we can annex some tribes."
A look of satisfaction appeared on the face of the right uncle Pei Dakun. He thought more than others. Is twenty barrels of fine salt just twenty barrels?
As the leader of the clan, he secretly hid a few barrels, thinking it was no big deal. He also made four barrels of fine salt and distributed them to the senior officials.
The remaining ten barrels will be exchanged for coarse salt in a larger tribe, so that the ten barrels will become dozens or even hundreds of barrels.
In this way, as the population increases, they can compete with other powerful tribes. If they win, they can directly grab a salt mine or a small salt lake, and the entire tribe will become stronger day by day.
Dakun Clan Chief Ma Jindao sat on the main seat with an unstoppable smile on his face.
"Tell me, how many people will we dispatch?"
Someone said directly, "Although the people from the Central Plains look tall and big, their thin skin and tender meat tell you that they have not endured any hardship. I feel so relieved."
"I think it's safer to have more people. After all, it's freezing cold."
Another person laughed and said, "Send more people, otherwise even if we win, if we don't have enough people, we won't be able to get much loot."
"Hahahaha, that makes sense."
During the discussion, Wu Qige tried his best to keep his presence to a minimum. Unfortunately, as a guest, he was still sitting in the main seat, so there was no way to reduce his presence.
Chief Dakun smiled and said, "Wu Qige, didn't your father join forces with the Central Plains people? Why do you want to deal with the Central Plains people?"
Wu Qige said in a tone full of hatred, "Actually, I have no hostility towards the Central Plains people, but their leader took the woman I liked."
"My father agreed without even asking me. I want the people of the Central Plains to die. I want them all to die."
His eyes were full of sinisterness, the kind of eyes that chose others to devour, making even Dakun stunned.
Wu Qige said with sincere eyes, "Chief, what I have brought this time is huge wealth. I only have one request. I want the woman I like. I don't care about anything else."
The right uncle Pei Dakun stared at Wu Qige closely and nodded, "Okay, so Hai
The amount of wealth, not to mention one woman, is much greater than that of a hundred women, I promise you. "
Wu Qige immediately picked up the wine bowl and drank it down. As the son of the clan leader, he naturally had more knowledge than the average Ding Ling clan member.
He also had his own selfish motives. This time he told everything he knew, except that Yang Gan destroyed the Huns.
Neither Yang Qian nor Dakun is a good opponent. As long as the two sides suffer heavy losses, he can take Arina away in chaos. Thinking about it, Dad will not blame himself too much.
Seeing everyone reveling in front of him, the smile on Wu Qige's face became brighter. He didn't know how many people here would come back.
Apart from anything else, just the two women around Yang Qian had martial arts skills that ordinary people could not possess.
The power they were so proud of had almost no room for resistance in their hands and was directly crushed.
Carnival, of course, is indispensable with singing and dancing. Women, as the graceful women entered one after another, the carnival atmosphere reached a climax again.
These women were all plundered when the Dakun tribe conquered some of their own tribes or foreign tribes. These women had almost no rights and their value was about the same as livestock.
The greatest value is the people who can bring birth to the tribe, otherwise the value may be even lower.
After drinking and eating, they played with women, and then fell asleep until dawn.
The next day, Lake Baikal entered extreme daylight, as if it had always been daytime.
The Dakun tribe has begun to turn around. With Wu Qige as a loser, they know that Yang Gan's maximum strength is only 500 people.
For safety reasons, the Dakun tribe prepared two thousand cavalry and rode towards Yang Gan's station.
Since Yang Gan discovered that there were other people here, he used the surrounding wood to build a watchtower. Despite the harsh environment of Lake Baikal, there is a very special feature here.
That is, there is almost no way to sneak attack, because there are almost always watchtowers in their respective tribes, but they are just different in height.
In order to make monitoring more convenient, Yang Gan spent several days with 500 soldiers to build four or five watchtowers of about ten meters.
There are three people on duty each time, and there are five shifts. The main reason is that no glass is carried this time. At a height of more than ten meters, the temperature is very low, so there must be a shift every few hours.
The watchtower built this time is not the kind where only people can stand on it. Instead, there is a small rest room in the middle. If anyone can't bear it, they can go to the small room to keep warm. There is a coal stove in it.
With a watchtower, a telescope, and 24 hours of non-stop operation, Yang Qian managed the place almost like an iron barrel.
No matter what kind of enemy there is, the best thing to do is to be the first to discover it. As long as you are the first to discover it, no matter what the problem is now, you can always leave yourself a lot of time to prepare.
At around seven o'clock, a red-faced figure walked out of the duty room of the watchtower. He stretched for a long time and couldn't help but shudder.
"This weather is really cold."
He quickly wiped some cream on his face, put on a thick felt hat and gloves, and said hello to his companions outside.
"I'm ready to rest. Which of you can go in?"
The soldier holding a telescope looked into the distance, "No, it's almost time to change the guard in half an hour. We can have a total of two days' rest today and tomorrow."
"Do you think you're going to catch fish after a good night's sleep, or go to a hot spring? I heard that the gentleman on duty today will provide reindeer meat for dinner."
"Hahaha, of course I'm going to catch fish. The kind called salmon, Junshang said, can be eaten raw or cooked. After eating and drinking, how about going to the hot springs?"
Another soldier smiled and said, "Very good. In this way, the kumiss I reserved can also be used."
The other two soldiers' eyes lit up.
"You haven't finished your portion yet?"
The soldier smiled and said, "Hahaha, as you all know, I'm not good at drinking wine at ordinary times, so naturally I still have some leftover."
According to the military regulations of Yuntong County, drinking alcohol is prohibited in the military camp unless there is something good
Rewards for news or military exploits.
It's a pity that this rule was ruthlessly lifted by Yang Qian here. The environment was bitter and cold. As long as the soldiers didn't get drunk and drank some wine, it wouldn't be a big deal. It could actually warm the soldiers' bodies.
"It's almost time, why haven't the brothers on duty come yet?" the soldier complained.
At this time, he was stunned for a moment. Neither of his companions spoke, but held on to the telescope tightly.
The soldier wondered, "Hey, why don't you two talk?"
One of the soldiers quickly took off his binoculars and lowered them into his hands, turned around and quickly slid down the stairs of the observation tower.
Not knowing what was going on, I picked up the telescope and took a look. I saw a group of cavalry in the distance approaching at a constant speed.
He almost broke his teeth. According to the method taught in the army, he counted carefully and visually estimated that there were two thousand people. He suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Because in Yuntong County, there has never been any experience in fighting in winter. No matter if there is a war, the king has always tried his best to avoid fighting in winter, not to mention that Lake Baikal is colder than inside the pass.
"Report~~~!"
Yang Qian happened to be adjusting his armor in the living room. Everyone knew that wearing a mask would make it smell bad after just a few minutes.
The same goes for face masks, so wash them frequently and disinfect them with alcohol.
Yang Gan was stunned and quickly called the soldiers in.
"whats the matter?"
"Your Majesty, three or four miles away from us, there are at least two thousand cavalry heading towards us at a constant speed. They are mainly covered in brown and white leather armor."
The messenger said concisely and concisely.
Yang Gan stood up suddenly and said in disbelief, "He, where did they come from?"
The messenger was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes and said, "They are not coming from the direction of the Siji tribe."
Although he still didn't know what the situation was, Yang Qian waved his hand and said, "Notify me, and the whole army will prepare for war."
"No!" The messenger quickly rushed out of the tent. After a dozen breaths, the sound of bronze bells, tripods and war drums continued to ring throughout the tent.
No matter what the soldiers were doing, they were already wearing armor and ready to go in almost a few minutes.
Yang Gan shouted toward the inside, "Krisna, Bellica, hurry up and put on your armor, let's start a fight."
At this time, all the girls rushed out, and Mu Qing was shocked, "How is it possible? In such a cold weather, who would come here so unpleasantly?"
