By the time Yang Shuang woke up from the killing, it was already getting dark.

A hundred meters away, countless shields were connected, forming an insurmountable battle circle.

In the circle, stumps are everywhere, and mud and blood stick to the feet.

Forcibly enduring the discomfort in his stomach, Yang Shuang picked up the iron rod, the life-sustaining effect of Tianxiang was over, and although the forced recovery of qi and blood was broken, the intense hunger made him dizzy.

'Uncle, is this an epiphany?' ’

But apart from the disappearance of the depression accumulated over the past few days, and the joy that filled the chest in its place, there was nothing else to gain.

Vent?!

"Big brother!"

The shouting interrupted Yang Shuang's thoughts, and the bearded guest, Ding Yanping, Shi Da, Zhou Laowu, Sanwazi and others ran quickly.

"Get me something to eat, withdraw!"

He was not stupid enough to lead his troops to storm Dunhuang City without knowing the military situation.

·········

The town centre has been upgraded to Grade II, and many buildings have undergone qualitative changes.

The wall, which was originally just a virtual frame, was solidified again, and many traces of bricks and tiles emerged.

The list of buildings has barely changed, except for one more class barracks: the Hussars!

Light cavalry: need an archer, a war horse, a set of horizontal swords, light shields, and simple armor, travel 300 miles a day, single and double horses, sufficient fodder, can be increased to 500.

Yang Shuang is not very satisfied with this attribute, whenever he mentions cavalry, he always thinks of eight hundred miles of urgency, as well as Li Yuanba's daily travel of 10,000 and night travel of 8,000.

While nibbling on barbecue, he chatted with the bearded guest about the military situation in the last three months.

After fighting with Luo Hu and falling into a coma, the people of Yumen Pass followed the traces all the way, from Yangguan to Dunhuang, and killed several groups of Turkic scouts, but found nothing. Not only that, but also attracted a small group of Turkic cavalry, and the Battle of Yumen began.

The Turks didn't care much about the lone army of Yumen, but they lost the battle and the team sent became larger and larger, until Rahu recovered from his injuries and brought a large army to attack the attack a month ago.

During this time, the two sides were mainly attritional, the Turks had Dunhuang, Yumen had horses lost, and the war was deadlocked.

Today, the city wall is seriously damaged, and Rahu launched a general attack, but it is good to encounter the mutation of the pass and the dinosaur fossils, so it has developed into such a shape.

When Yang Shuang heard this, his face changed.

Big trouble.

Defeated 5,000 people and killed a "set" level general, how could those barbarians give up?

"How much supplies are left in Yumen Pass?"

"There is an abundance of food, a good autumn harvest, 10 times more than before, and ······ When you get to Yumen Pass, you will know! But the trebuchets and the bed crossbows were all burned, the bows, arrows and crossbows were exhausted, and the swords, guns, shields, and swords, guns, and shields were seriously missing. As for the warriors, they were folded in half, and there were less than three hundred who could fight again. ”

"Three hundred? plus the two hundred recruits brought by Yangguan, there are only five hundred! Wrong! Yang Shuang suddenly remembered something, "You mean, the grain output is 10 times more than before?" ”

How can it be?

When the farmland phantom was first launched, the system increased the yield by 100%, that is, doubled!

"yes, 10 times! On the day of the harvest, the people wept with joy, respectfully saluted Guan Cheng, heard that the eldest brother was missing, and they all set up immortal cards at home, and visited in the morning and evening. ”

“·······”

Yang Shuang always felt that the yield of farmland seemed to be a little wrong, but his eyes were attracted by the pass in the distance.

When I joined the army, I went all the way west along the Hexi Corridor and looked at the Great Wall of the Old Han Dynasty, but I only felt that the vicissitudes of life were simple, but I never had a majestic idea.

And now, looking at this blue brick ancient city that is connected to the dark water in the north and the sand mountain in the south, I feel a little oppressive in my heart.

To be honest, in the modern city of the future, the seventeen or eighteen-meter-high building is very ordinary, only equivalent to a six-story residential building.

Not to mention the Dubai Tower, the Magic City Center, which was still under construction when it crossed, and the landmarks that are four or five hundred meters away, just the small high-rise buildings with seventeen or eighteen floors can crush this level highly!

However, those mansions were not enough to make Yang Shuang feel oppressed, because they were not murderous!

The blue brick wall is not gorgeous at all, if you look closely, there is also a hint of slope, because the war has just ended, many people are busy washing away the bloodstains, cleaning up the scattered wood, burying the corpses, at first glance, there is still a little scattered.

But after the foil of the post-war picture and the edification of fireworks, the pass was covered with a thick layer of desolation.

Especially above the closed door, there are three small seals in the big fight: Yumen Pass!

"I'm Guan Cheng here!" Although there is no actual seal of the General's Mansion, Yang Shuang has already regarded this place as his first goal in this world.

Hold on here.

"Guan Cheng?!"

"Guan Cheng is back!"

"Oh my God, Guan Cheng is still alive!"

"Long live Guan Cheng!!"

Among the busy crowd, the first person to see Yang Shuang was no one else, but Ma Lao Er, who went to Nanchen to sell "snow salt" and returned for more than half a year!

"Ma Lao Er?!!"

"Hey, General, do you remember the little one?"

"Nonsense!" At the beginning, this guy took dozens of horse thieves, each carrying ten catties of snow salt, sneaking across Yangguan and crossing Tuyuhun to Nanchen to sell.

In fact, Yang Shuang didn't hold out much hope.

The road is treacherous, they have just been surrendered, even if they can be sold, it is estimated that they will not come back, after all, they are all horse thieves who lick blood from the knife edge, and the thief's heart is difficult to change.

I never thought that this guy would come back!

"Big brother, don't you know, Ma Lao Er is excited, he didn't sell the salt to Nanchen, but sold it to Tuyuhun, and then exchanged it for portable and easy-to-carry war horses and tea, and transferred it to the Western Regions, in exchange for grain and baggage, the caravan is very huge, just the hired rangers are as high as a thousand, swaggering across the horse and getting lost, when he came to Yumen Pass, if it wasn't for me to look at him, I almost beheaded him!" Shi Dahaha laughed and patted Ma Lao Er's shoulder, who smiled wryly.

Yes, don't guess, Shi Da is straight-eyed, he must have seen the huge caravan, and mistakenly mistook Ma Lao Er for two or five boys!

"Snow salt is so valuable?!" Yang Shuang was a little unconvinced.

At the beginning, the fine salt was only considered for safety, after all, it was private salt, and it was much less troublesome to sell it to Nan Chen than to sell it to Da Sui.

Moreover, he really didn't put a piece of consumables in the future, which can be eaten for a month, even if it is to make money, it is also to start a caravan in the future, what can you do with dozens of catties of fine salt? If you put it in a large family, it is estimated that it will only take a few days.

"Worth 10,000 dollars! General, after I arrived in Xiqiang Fu Qi City, I first gave ten catties to the King of the West Sea, and then mixed the remaining eighty catties of fine salt, mixed with two hundred catties of coarse salt powder, in exchange for ten horses of Qinghai Skull, one hundred catties of tea! ”

"Wait!" Yang Shuang was a little puzzled, "Fu Qi City? King of the West Sea? Qinghai Cong? ”

"Fu Qi City is the city of Tuyuhun King, their emperor calls himself Khan, and the current Khan is called Murong ····· What is Murong doing? Ma Lao Er scratched his head, frowning and thinking.

Yang Shuang blinked, "Murong Fu? Or Murong Bo?! ”

"Neither, oh, yes! is called Murong Quarlu, and the king of the West Sea is his son Murong Fuyun, also known as the little khan! Our fine salt is sold by his hands, I estimate that it is a sky-high price, give us ten horses of Qinghai skull, 100 catties of tea, it is estimated that it is only a small head! Ma Lao Er said, and continued to add, "Qinghai Cong, is a BMW in the Xianbei and Xiqiang areas, which can swim across Qinghai without sinking, also known as the dragon, each horse is worth a fortune, if there is no Zhang Sanye's Jianghu order, I can't hire so many rangers!" ”

"Huh?" Yang Shuang turned his head to look at the bearded guest, and asked in surprise, "Third brother, you have already sat on the martial arts alliance leader now?!! ”