The low rammed earth walls, the narrow gate holes, and the packhorses of pack horses rushed by, and from time to time someone waved a whip and made a crackling sound. The whip was mixed with the neighing of long mules and horses.

It was a caravan from Ansi, which crossed the Green Mountains, and brought with it a large amount of silk and porcelain, both of which had always been priceless in Khorasan. After such a long journey, only this precious commodity can be exchanged for the manpower and material resources spent on trekking all the way.

Ge Hongye, who also served as the lord of Sylvan City, stood on the low tower, browsing with satisfaction the pack horses that entered the city from under his feet.

As long as you get rid of this batch of goods, you can make tens of thousands of times the profit.

"City Lord, tell me, if we set off from the Central Plains and bring a few pieces of silk with us, will we all have a lot of money now?"

A man dressed as a military officer, smacking his lips, his face full of pity and emotion.

Unexpectedly, Ge Hongye slapped him on the neck, and then scolded:

"Idiot, make your spring and autumn dreams, if you fought with a silk horse, you would have died in the vast desert Gobi, and you don't know which son of a bitch raised it cheaper!"

Although Ge Hongye has been an instructor at the Shenwu Army Junior School, he still can't change the vulgarity in his bones, and he often scolds when he opens his mouth, especially in front of his subordinates who trust him, the happier he scolds.

However, looking at the goods that symbolized gold and silver, Ge Hongye couldn't help but swallow a few saliva.

Sylvan was just a passing town, and the goods would eventually be exchanged for gold and silver from the Great Cannibals, and eventually sent back to the Central Plains.

"The battle in Gorgan is about to end, several of you are in good spirits, maybe you may be recruited to return to the battlefield at any time, don't be able to pull the bow after death, can't lift the knife, and embarrass Lao Tzu!"

Ge Hongye's foul language was then transferred to the battlefield in Gorgan.

Hilfan was the closest town to Gorgan, and as long as he climbed the small hill outside the city, Ge Hongye even felt that he could smell the battle between the two armies.

People have different hobbies, some people like to raise horses, some people like swords, knives, only this Ge Hongye, there is no other hobbies in his life, after joining the Shenwu Army, he suddenly found that his favorite is still fighting.

As long as he heard the sound of horns and war drums, Ge Hongye's veins were filled with excited blood.

"Alas!"

Immediately, Ge Hongye sighed, he knew that since he was appointed as the city lord, his mission was probably inseparable from maintaining the stability of local law and order.

This is a normal practice in the Shenwu Army, since the beginning of Hedong, every time a place is conquered, the military generals in the Shenwu Army will be appointed to visit the place, in order to control the land and population to the greatest extent, it has been nearly ten years.

Ge Hongye originally planned to implement the "private" policy of the Shenwu Army in Sylvan, but was opposed by the officials of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and sternly warned that without the Prime Minister's order, the local rich and commoners should not be easily tossed.

Although he reluctantly agreed, he still couldn't understand that Khorasan had not been damaged by a large-scale war, and the wealth of the local wealthy families was very considerable.

It's a pity that what he doesn't understand is that the Shenwu Army's implementation of "private management" in Hedong and Guanzhong and Henan is based on the displacement of the people, the loss of land and all property, and even the problem of food and clothing.

At this time, the "private sector" has become the guarantee for the survival of all "refugees", and they will not be trampled on by the rebels when they have food and drink, and people have nothing to lose, so they naturally welcome the private sector.

However, the Khorasan region is full of people who are accustomed to living a peaceful life, and once the implementation of "private management" will only make the locals have greater plans and hatred for the Tang Dynasty.

"The prime minister is in Sylvan, if the city lord really wants to return to the battlefield with the boys, why not ask the prime minister for his life?"

Ge Hongye slapped his subordinates on the neck again.

"I've been willing to do it a long time ago, no, I just got bombed back, don't mention how embarrassing!"

As soon as he thought of the scene being read out by Qin Jin, Ge Hongye felt that his dark and thick old face was hot.

"If the prime minister is defeated in Gorgan, Sylvan will replace Gorgan as the front, and we, won't we have a battle?"

Ge Hongye was laughed at by the stupidity of his subordinates, he really didn't know what was growing in the head of his henchman, and how to put forward his opinions was so unreliable!

If we are defeated, thousands of my Tang Dynasty men will be buried in a foreign land, you idiot, go down and take ten army sticks by yourself!"

This is not just a frustrating word, sometimes a carelessness will affect the morale of the military, if it reaches the prime minister's mansion, isn't it a big disaster?

"Spy, spy, catch spy!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid shouts from under the city tower, Ge Hongye's spirit suddenly lifted, looking down from above, he couldn't see anything, obviously the conflict happened in the cave of the city gate.

Sylvane's earthen wall was so short that he could almost jump down, and Ge Hongye jumped off the wall in a hurry.

The guards guarding the gate couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the "city lord" descending from the sky, and then they all flocked to the place where the spies were found.

Although the little Sylvan has only two gates, with a force of 500 men, he can control this small city without leakage, let alone a small spy.

"Where's the spy?

The so-called spy is a grassland man's face, although he has shaved his beard, he can still vaguely see the shadow of deep eyebrows and high eyes, and the most important thing is that this person's accent in Chinese is blunt and strange, and it is not from the dialect of the 200 military states of Han land.

"Let go of me, I want to see the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty, I am a Khazarian, I am here on behalf of the Khazar Khan, and I want to give the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty a heavy gift!"

The other party reported his home, and he actually came to give gifts to the prime minister on behalf of the Khasa Khan.

Ge Hongye came to the man and looked at him suspiciously, but he couldn't see any signs of heavy gifts on him, so he sneered:

"A cat and a dog claim to be a certain envoy, so they want to meet the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty? It's really ridiculous, first put him in prison, lock him up for a few days, and then fill up in the coolie camp and build the city wall!"

Although Ge Hongye failed to implement the "private" policy, he captured many soldiers who were defeated and used as coolies, which could come in handy wherever large-scale construction was needed.

The man protested loudly:

"No, you can't treat the envoy of the Khazar Khan so rudely, if because of rudeness and ignorance, the Tang soldiers lose the opportunity to send it to the front, if the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty is angry because of this, this consequence is not something you can afford as a fool!"