With the first, soon there was a second, a third, and then groups of Mongol cavalrymen dropped their weapons and dismounted.

After all, it is a team of more than 2,000 people, and even if they come out and surrender one by one, it will take some time. More than an hour passed, and the surrender ceremony came to an end. At this time, looking at the barracks, there were about a hundred more people on horseback, still standing there, unmoved by Temur's words.

More than 2,300 people have surrendered, which has proved Temur's status in the eyes of these cavalrymen, and Yang Chendong is impressed. And this number also made him very satisfied. As for the remaining hundred or so, with his almost perverted memory, most of them were the cavalry who had just spoken out in support of Bagan. They didn't know what they were thinking, they didn't surrender right away, but none of that mattered.

Doing things can be done with one gallop. It is also necessary to treat soldiers with both soft and hard measures in order to better control and grasp the morale of the army. And now, it seems that it is time to show their strong and domineering side.

"The first and second teams of guards are preparing, raising their guns, and fighting" is still riding on the white dragon horse, when the breeze blows, the big red robe is gently blown, accompanied by Yang Chendong's very calm and ordinary voice.

Qiu Wu and Dao Xiao, the two captains, began to tense their bodies the moment they were named by Yang Chendong, and when they heard the order to raise their guns, their bodies couldn't help but cooperate with them. Typing, their guns also erupted with light and flames.

Horn Horn Horn Horn

At a time when many people were not ready and did not know what was happening, gunshots rang out. As far as the eye can see, the Mongolian cavalry in one camp after another is splashed with blood, and the scene of falling to the ground on their horses.

It's just a little more than a hundred, and in the eyes of sixty guards, not even the number of a wave of enemies has been reached. So much so that when it came time to deal with them, some of the slow team members only fired one shot, not even a second shot, and it was all over, and there was not a single living enemy in the field.

Under the not so dense gunfire, more than a hundred people died like this. They didn't even have time to react, they didn't even make a gesture to raise their knives, let alone make all kinds of evasive postures.

That's more than a hundred cavalrymen. If they were to carry out the mission, it would only be a matter of time to slaughter a village of five or six hundred people. But now, from the beginning to the end, it was just a blink of an eye, and all of them died, and this result shocked everyone.

All of them were not only the more than 2,000 Mongol cavalry who had just surrendered, but also the more than 3,000 Jurchen cavalry who were brought with them and the cavalry of the more than 1,000 wind chasing regiments who were watching from the sidelines.

Although some people had seen the power of muskets before, what happened in front of them this time still refreshed their further understanding of muskets and their respect from the bottom of their hearts. So much so that when some people looked at Yang Chendong who was wearing a golden cloak, their expressions were much more solemn, and they couldn't tell whether it was fear, fear, respect or worship.

With the death of more than 100 people, the work of recruiting cavalry is over, and the next step is to count the number of people, supplies, and so on. Naturally, there are special people to do this, and Yang Chendong really took advantage of this time to turn around and wander around Narcissus Town.

It's just a morning, and for ordinary people, just a few hours have passed, but for the people of Narcissus Town, it is indeed a earth-shaking change. Because the two cavalry teams stationed here with them fell en masse, and were replaced by an army called the Five Star Army.

Suddenly there is a different person to lead and rule them, and anyone who is replaced will inevitably panic in their hearts. So much so that some cautious small traders stopped setting up their stalls, turned around and entered their homes, inserting the deadbolt from the inside, as if doing so they would be safer.

Suddenly, there were a lot fewer people on the streets, and the original bazaar was also at least seventy percent less merchants, only some small merchants and people who were bold or forced by life were still holding on. It is impossible to say that they are not afraid, but what is the use of being afraid, whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Regarding the changes on the street, Yang Chendong naturally saw it in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. On the contrary, Hu Mang, who was following alongside, said with an anxious face, "Young Master, I will ask the soldiers to call the people out to welcome the young master." ”

In Humang's heart, Yang Chendong is the sky and the earth. When heaven and earth appeared, the natural people should have been welcomed by the mezzanine, and now they are all hiding, what is the matter, disturbing the elegance of the young master, are these people guilty

After following him for so long, how could Hu Mang's thoughts escape Yang Chendong's eyes, he shook his head with a smile, "There is no need to be like this, the people don't come out just because they don't know us, once they know our policy, they will come out on their own." Now, let's go to the market and see if there's anything new. ”

With a confident face, Yang Chendong stopped Hu Mang's move of calling people by military means, and walked casually towards the market in the town.

Being able to have such an independent town that does not obey control in an environment where the Northern Ming army is everywhere, and the population of the town has reached more than 50,000, all of this attracts Yang Chendong's attention, he wants to see what the reason for being able to do this.

The speed of Yang Chendong and his party was not fast, but they still came to the market place after a quarter of an hour. It is said to be a market, but in fact it is the center of the town, a crossroads. Because of the good location here, it is not too far to go to any part of the town, and slowly a certain flow of people has formed here, and the prototype of the market has gradually become the most prosperous place in the town.

I don't know what the Five Star Army will do next, many merchants are so frightened that they flee back to their houses, if it weren't for the fact that the road leading to the outside of the town has been blocked now, I don't know how many people have fled here with their families.

But after all, it is a town with a population of 50,000, and wherever it is placed, it can be called a small city. With such a population and even seventy percent of the merchants, it is still very lively compared to other places. When Yang Chendong and his entourage appeared here, they naturally attracted everyone's attention, and when his eyes turned back, those people turned their heads one after another, a picture I haven't seen you.

The people are just curious, and they don't have any pertinence, and Hu Mang and Yang Er are naturally not to blame. In addition, the young master seemed to be very curious about this place, and had already walked to a stall to chat with the merchants there, so they didn't dare to disturb it.

The stall that Yang Chendong walked to was dedicated to selling war horse pedals. There are two pictures on the surface, and one of them is somewhat damaged, and the imprint of the repair is very obvious.

The stall owner was a dark-skinned middle-aged man, in his thirties, when he saw Yang Chendong walking towards him, he could clearly notice that his body trembled, but he soon calmed down, although the breath was still very heavy, but it was already a good performance.

"Horse Kick" Yang Chendong walked to the stall, glanced at the stall that was only about half a meter, then looked at the things placed on it, and asked out loud.

"General Hui, yes." The middle-aged man hugged his fists, and his expression was extremely dignified and serious. Of course, this is because he is nervous, or if he himself is used to dealing with people like this, then only he knows.

"You can also repair the horseshoe" Yang Chendong asked again, and then picked up the horseshoes with serious repair marks, looked at it carefully and nodded, "Yes, your craftsmanship is very exquisite." ”

After receiving the praise and talking about his profession, the middle-aged man's nervousness subsided a lot at this moment, and there was a smile on his face, and he even said a little proudly in his tone, "That is, the general can go and inquire, who doesn't know my Wu Huo's craftsmanship, the horse pedal that I repaired is no different from the new one, and it is the most useful." ”

"Well, it looks good." Yang Chendong seemed to be interested, and sat down on a wooden bench in front of the stall very casually, and then took out a pack of cigarettes with the word God of War written on them from his arms, and took out one from it, holding one in his mouth, and handing it to Wu Huo.

The cigarette was made by Yang Chendong during the Chinese New Year. Earlier, he arranged for people to grow a certain amount of tobacco on the land of Chichicheng, and then took out the finished product from the warehouse, and then some ways to make tobacco. Eventually, the first artificial cigarettes appeared, and although the quality was not comparable to that of later generations of machine cigarettes, the taste was not bad.

In the previous life, Yang Dong, in order to complete all kinds of tasks, would play any kind of role, such as smoking, which was even more commonplace, but there was no addiction. When he entered the logistics sequence due to injury in the later stage, this habit was picked up by him again. After this time it was finally made, he habitually carried a cigarette with him, and although he didn't always take it out to smoke, he still felt good about getting one when he was thinking about things occasionally.

Of course, at this time, cigarettes have become another weapon produced by the Red Embedded City. Just like the Cuban cigars of later generations, the price is expensive, and it is considered a luxury. But no matter what the price is, once this thing appears, it becomes a sought-after commodity, and as more and more people smoke it and feel very good and have trust, the sales of this thing will continue to double upward, and this alone can bring eye-catching profits.