"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. They are still single-bow bed crossbows. 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.

"Come here~~~!"

Two soldiers walked in and said, "General."

"After the city wall is completed, carry all the crossbows up there, do you understand?"

"No~~!"

At this time, another soldier rushed in and reported, "General, there are guards from the caravan 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 Qian was ecstatic, and the excited Zhipa Xiao Wu shoulder said, "Well done, great, everything is ready, all I need is the east wind."

"The head of the family asked us to bring news. Because the Jie clan doesn't have much money, large transactions in various grassland tribes are bartered, so all the money from selling weapons is converted into slaves."

Yang Qian 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 to have a rest. They must have been running so fast that they didn't rest, and anyone 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 the Jie tribe to decide the winner. By then the city wall reinforcements are all completed, won’t the Xiongnu feel helpless? Come on, kneel on the durian and knock on the reinforced concrete. Try it with a dozen ringing sounds.

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 three words "Baiyunguan" written on the city wall, he would even think that he was going the wrong way.

The former Baiyun Pass was in a dilapidated state, only about two feet long. This was also the cunning point of the Xiongnu. They often came to harvest grass and valleys, but they did not attack the city. They usually just plundered, so the temples were filled with people who could drag Just dragging.

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 Fujiko Jin a hug.

"Thank you for your hard work." After the excitement, only the simplest three words were left.

Fujiko Jin smoothed his messy hair, cupped his hands and said, "It is Jin's duty to do good to the country."

"Christina."

"exist."

"Place all the slaves."

"No~~!"

Yang Qian couldn't bear it any longer, so he took Fujiko Jin 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 hunting grass and grain. 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 Qian 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 have always thought that the Huns were the only ones hostile to our Xia Kingdom, but I didn't expect that even the Jie tribe 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 go 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 Pass 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 dissatisfied.

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 barbecues 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 by carriage from Yuntong City.

After all, he was not very quick. If he rode a horse, Yang Qian really suspected that his chrysanthemums were broken and the ground was covered with wounds.

Here is Yang Gan organizing senior generals to have a bbq on the city wall. The only shortcoming is that there is no cumin and other seasonings are missing. They can only make do with fine salt.

Zhang Yumeng's mouth was full of oil after eating, and her eyes were rolling. In her impression, Yang Qian 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 that 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 unite 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 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's not old, but his methods are very sophisticated." Zhang Yumeng felt that he needed to pay more attention. This guy has a scheming mentality 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.

Today Yang Gan said that everyone can move freely without going up or down. There are no rules, only etiquette. As long as you 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 ass was spread open by Yang Gang, 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 getting slapped, 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. Everything is unexpected, but his plans are unparalleled. I heard that when he first came to Baiyunguan, he had already sent documents to pay homage to Xian, and gave them to you." Please give me credit, but if you don't get enough guarantees, I will call you General in a few days."

Ran Jing's eyes widened in disbelief. He had only been in the army for a long time, so how could he be promoted to general? Of all the promotions, generals are the easiest to promote.

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 disrespectful for the superior and subordinate generals to get into a fight." Qu Xiuwen couldn't stand this matter.
Chapter completed!