Of course, after so many years of development, the Dingling tribe also has its own set of methods.

Just throw the salt in front of the reindeer to see if it eats it. If you don’t even eat the reindeer, there will be 80% problems with the salt, and of course this is not certain.

Therefore, every tribe, every year, tribe members will die tragically due to the salt problem.

Although You Shu Pei Dakun did not understand the principle, he knew that if there was a stable source of salt, the population and force of the tribe would be increased, no, or even several times more.

Looking at Da Kun, who seemed to be trying to eat life, Wu Qige felt a little scared.

"Or, not much, half, half a barrel."

After You Shu Pei Dakun threw Wu Qige to the ground, he kept spinning around the hall, and all the big men looked at the clan leader.

"I'll go, there's half a barrel."

"With so much salt at one time, why don't I know that the sea lion beast is so valuable?"

A slightly thinner man said, "Don't forget, this is fine salt. Last time the Huns sold us a can of fine salt, but the patriarch paid a lot, and the rest was just some coarse salt."

"Gudu~~~!"

Everyone swallowed and spitted, half a bucket of fine salt, beloved, this is worth a lot of reindeer, and greed and desire were revealed in their unconscious eyes.

Uncle You Pei Dakun looked at Wu Qige and asked, "You said, how much fine salt do they have?"

Wu Qige recalled and said, "I don't know this, but they gave it very easy for them to give this half barrel. Obviously they have a lot, at least not less than twenty barrels."

The whole house was silent for a moment, and a few minutes later, the atmosphere burst out instantly.

"Captain, let's fight them down."

"Yes, just five hundred people, our reindeer is more than them."

"Haha, our mastiffs have more than this number."

"As long as we have enough fine salt, we can get some tribes."

A satisfied look appeared on Your Uncle Pei Dakun's face. He thought more than others. Twenty barrels of fine salt, just twenty barrels?

I am the patriarch and I hid a few buckets of them privately. It was no big deal. I also made four buckets of fine salt to distribute to the senior management.

The remaining ten barrels were used to exchange coarse salt from a larger tribe, so that the ten barrels would turn into dozens of barrels or even hundreds of barrels.

In this way, if the population increases, you can meet other powerful tribes. If you can win, just grab a salt mine or a small salt lake, and the entire tribe will become stronger and stronger.

The Dakun clan leader, Dama Jindao, sat in the main seat, his face filled with unstoppable smiles.

"Tell me, how many people we dispatched?"

Someone directly spoke, "Although the people of the Central Plains look tall and big, they can tell at a glance that they have never suffered any hardships. I feel that it is easy to pass."

"I think it's safer for people, after all, it's cold."

Another person laughed and said, "Send more people, otherwise even if you win, if you don't have enough personnel, you may not be able to get much spoil."

"Hahahaha, it makes sense."

While everyone was discussing, Wu Qige tried his best to keep his presence at a minimum. Unfortunately, as a guest, he was still sitting in the main seat and could not reduce his presence.

The head of the Dakun clan smiled and said, "Wu Qige, your father has joined forces with the Central Plains people, why do you have to deal with the Central Plains people?"

Wu Qige said in a hatred tone, "Actually, I have no hostility to the people of Central Plains, but their leader asked the woman I liked over."

"My father agreed without asking me, and I wanted people from Central Plains to die, and I wanted them all to die."

His eyes were full of viciousness, and the gaze of choosing people made Dakun stunned.

Wu Qige said with sincerity, "Class leader, 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."

Uncle You Pei Dakun stared at Wu Qige tightly and nodded, "Okay, with such a huge amount of wealth, let alone a woman, even a hundred women are more than a lot. I promise you."

Wu Qige immediately picked up the wine bowl and poured it down. As the son of the patriarch, he naturally had more knowledge than ordinary Dingling clan members.

He also had his own selfishness. This time he told everything he knew, but he didn't say that Yang Gan destroyed the Huns.

Neither Yang Gan nor Da Kun are good at plagiarism. As long as both sides suffer heavy damage, he can take Arina away in the chaos. I think my father won't blame him too much.

Seeing everyone in front of him carnival, Wu Qige's smile became brighter and he didn't know how many people here could come back.

Not to mention anything else, the two women around Yang Gan’s side have their martial arts that are not something that ordinary people can possess.

The power I was proud of was almost no room for resistance in their hands and was directly crushed.

As for carnival, singing and dancing are indispensable. Women, as women with graceful figures enter, the carnival atmosphere reaches climax again.

These women were robbed by the Dakun tribe when it conquered some tribes of their own or foreign tribes. These women had almost no rights and were worth similar to livestock.

The greatest value is to bring birth to tribes, otherwise it may have a lower value.

After drinking and eating, playing with women, having sex, women sleep until dawn.

The next day, Lake Baikal, which entered the extreme day, seemed to be the same as daytime.

The Dakun tribe had already started to rotate. With Wu Qige, they knew that Yang Gan's maximum force was only 500.

For safety reasons, the Dakun tribe prepared two thousand cavalry to ride towards Yang Gan's garrison.

Since Yang Gan discovered someone else here, he used the surrounding wood to build a watchtower. Although the environment in Lake Baikal is harsh, there is a very good special here.

That is, there is almost no way to attack, because there are almost always watchtowers in their respective tribes, but they are all different in height.

In order to make it easier to monitor, Yang Gan spent several days building four or five watchtowers about ten meters.

Each time three people are on duty and five shifts, the main reason is that they do not carry glass this time. The temperature is very low at a height of more than ten meters, so they have to change shifts in almost a few hours.

The watchtower built this time is not the kind that can only stand people on it, but there is a small rest room in the middle. If anyone can't bear it, he can go to the small room to keep warm and a coal stove is placed inside.

With a watchtower, telescope, and twenty-four hours, Yang Gan's place is almost like an iron barrel.

No matter what enemies you have, it is the best way to discover them first. As long as you discover them first, no matter what the current problem is, you can always leave a lot of time to prepare for yourself.

At around seven o'clock, a figure with a blushing face walked out of the duty room of the watchtower, stretched long and couldn't help but shivered.

"This ghost weather is really cold."

He quickly applied some cream on his face, put on a thick felt hat and gloves, and greeted his companions outside.

"I've had a rest, who will come in?"

The soldier holding a telescope looked away from the distance, "No need, there is still half an hour to change the guards. We can rest for two days today and tomorrow."

"You said, after a good night's sleep, should you go to catch fish or go to hot springs? I heard that the lord on duty today provides reindeer meat."

"Hahaha, of course I'm going to catch fish. The gentleman, who is called salmon, said it can be eaten raw and cooked. After eating and drinking, how about going to the hot springs? "

Another soldier laughed and said, "It's great, so the horse-milk wine I reserved will also be useful."

The other two soldiers' eyes lit up.

"Your share hasn't been finished yet?"

The soldier laughed and said, "Hahaha, you know, I don't like drinking normally, so there is still left."

In the military rules of Yuntong County, drinking is prohibited in the military camp unless there is any good news or military merits are rewarded.

Unfortunately, this rule here was ruthlessly lifted by Yang Gan. The environment was bitter and cold. As long as the soldiers did not get drunk and drank some wine, it would not be a big deal, but they could still warm the soldiers' bodies.

"It's almost time, why haven't the brothers who are changing shifts come yet?" the soldier complained.

At this time, he was stunned. Neither of his companions spoke, but instead clutched the telescope tightly.

The soldier wondered, "Hey, why don't you two talk?"

One of the soldiers quickly took off their telescope and lowered it into his hands, turned around and slid down the stairs of the watchtower.

I didn't know what was going on, so I picked up the telescope and saw a team of cavalry attacking this side at a constant speed in the distance.

He almost bit his teeth to pieces, and according to the method taught in the army, he counted carefully, and observed that there were two thousand people. He immediately took a breath of cold air.

Because in Yuntong County, I have never had the experience of fighting in winter. No matter if I fight, the king has tried his best to avoid fighting in winter, not to mention that Lake Baikal is colder than in the pass.

"Report~~~!"

Yang Gan happened to be tidying up his armor in the living room. Everyone knows that wearing a mask will smell bad after just a few minutes.

The same is true for facial brass, so you need to wash it frequently and disinfect it with alcohol.

Yang Gan was stunned and quickly called the soldiers in.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, three or four miles away from us, at least two thousand cavalrymen advanced at a constant speed towards us, and their bodies were mainly brown and white leather armor."

The commander said concisely.

Yang Gan suddenly stood up and said in disbelief, "He, where did they come from?"

The messenger was stunned, his eyes turned and said, "It was not coming from the direction of the Siji tribe."

Although he didn't know what was going on, Yang Gan waved his hand and said, "Notify the whole army to prepare for war."

"No!" The messenger rushed out of the tent quickly. After more than a dozen breaths, the sounds of bronze bells and war drums kept ringing in the entire 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 inside, "Chrisna, Bailika, hurry up and pierce the armor and start fighting."
Chapter completed!