Day 2.

The raging storm gradually stopped, and the devastated land was washed by the rain, and at the same time it was covered with a layer of verdant green.

As far as the eye can see, spring is in full swing!

Early morning.

Yang Shuang got up early in the morning and took the generals and five hundred sword and shield soldiers to the river to wash the war horses.

The officials of the Celebrity Department of Changsun Sheng moved the thousands of carriages that had been taken care of long ago onto the official road.

Subsequently, the 1,000 selected Turkic prisoners of war were also handcuffed and shackled.

More than 50,000 people could not all attend the event, and if there was chaos, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The face project of the ancients is obviously more sufficient than that of the modern people.

The cattle and sheep were divided into herds, the mules and horses were side by side, and many county soldiers were arranged to hold ropes to guard them strictly.

In order to show the prestige of the soldiers and horses in the Western Regions and make the Great Sui stronger, the Shangshu of the Ministry of War even sent someone to ask Yang Shuang if he needed to create a batch of new armor.

Someone who recently made a fortune by selling clothes and armor is a little excited, but he still knows it.

The equipment of the government soldiers was all self-purchased, and the armor snatched from the Praetorian Guards, unless they bought it back themselves, no one dared to ask for it at all.

Therefore, he rejected the kindness of the military department.

As for the prestige, Yang Shuang was not worried at all.

There is no need to kick the right step, just need to line up the phalanx, with the Tiger Wing Formation, what army in this world is more powerful than our legion?

Washed away with the blood of yesterday's torture of the assassins, everyone took up their knives and shields, and began to anoint and anoint wax.

In addition, there are many Great Sui craftsmen who repair horseshoe and fix horseshoe for war horses.

Because the Gaoqiao saddle designed by Yang Shuang has many differences with the Great Sui, it attracted a group of craftsmen to watch curiously.

As the saying goes, a good day is an auspicious day.

Since they can't choose a good day, some of the masters of the Great Sui Qin Heavenly Prison naturally have to ponder the time.

It's five quarters! （10：15）

Yang Shuang didn't understand the Tao, so he didn't express any opinion on it, and let the officials of the Great Sui inform him of this, notify that, and arrange everything according to the order.

"Big brother, the assassin weapon comes from the Northern Zhou Arsenal, and the arsenal is located in the East Palace of the Imperial City!" Taking advantage of his free time, Changsun Sheng quietly stepped forward.

Yang Shuang nodded silently and let him leave first.

He has already decided that no matter who the other party is, even the crown prince and queen, he must pay for his life!

Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the unconscious three babies.

Hmph, from today onwards, Lao Tzu will live in the palace!

In a short time, the team was ready to go.

The cattle opened the way, the camels escorted, and the horses pressed behind.

War drums beat, trumpets blow, bells and drums rang out in unison, and cheers on both sides of the road shook the sky.

That's right!

The onlookers of the Great Sui have already stretched to the official road next to the temporary camp!

Yang Shuang has long been accustomed to this scene.

On the way from Weiwu County, I met more people than that.

It was not organized by the imperial court, but in the late winter and early spring, the farming had not yet begun, everyone was idle, and all the towns and villages came to see the excitement.

In ancient times when there was a lack of entertainment, what could be more eagerly awaited than the wild bull, the king of horse thieves, the tributary, and the celebration of the whole world?

"Yang Dudu, let's go?" The Ministry of Rites, who was riding a tall horse, tilted his head and asked Yang Shuang, who was sitting on the back of a three-meter-high ox, for instructions.

Boom, Changsun Sheng began to translate, "Yang Dudu said that there is still a treasure to give to the saint!" ”

"Then we have to hurry, otherwise we will delay the good day, and the official will not be able to afford it."

"Oh oh"

The two were still talking, but the onlookers exclaimed in surprise and took more than ten steps back.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu looked at it, and in the huge camp, there was an incomparably hideous and terrifying bone beast!

"Roar!!

"Mom!"

"Run!"

"The monster is coming!!

Poof

The stunned Ministry of Rites Shangshu was rushed by the crowd, and he couldn't reach it and planted his head and planted the war horse.

Before he landed, he was grabbed by the collar by a big slap stretched out next to him, "Old man, be careful, people are lying, don't trample yourself to death!" ”

The Ministry of Rites had no time to thank him, and looked up at the monster that was gradually walking in, his Adam's apple surged, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

"Hey, hey?" Shi Da, who was carrying him, was full of depression, and it seemed that he had been a little bad lately!

Seeing that someone fell, someone fainted, someone squeezed and pushed, and several people were injured in just a moment, Yang Shuang suddenly understood that he had played big!

With a wave of the battle flag in his hand, the sword and shield soldier behind him instantly drew his sword and raised the shield, and his right hand touched his left hand, and the sword and shield rang out in unison.

"Bang Bang"

The earth-shattering noise of uniformity brought the chaotic scene to a halt.

"Don't panic!"

Yang Shuang drove the wild ox to the dinosaur fossil, jumped up a few meters away, and dragged a dog out of the huge head.

That's right, the roar just now was done by Samoyed!

And this dinosaur fossil is not the Yellow River dragon in Yumen Pass, but the newly excavated Tyrannosaurus rex in the Yumen Pass emergency report during the Battle of Beidaokou Pass.

After the initial panic, the people found that the monster did not eat people, and the panic gradually subsided, and they showed curiosity, and some wanted to pay homage.

O wisdom of the people!

Yang Shuang shook his head, ignoring Samoyed's aggrieved eyes, stuffed it back into the dinosaur's giant mouth again, drove the cattle back, and woke up the Ministry of Rites, "Let's go!" ”

"Dare to ask Yang Dudu, what is this?"

"Dinosaur fossils, understand?"

"Dragons? Dragon! At this time, the name of the Four Books had not yet appeared, so the scribes had learned a lot of miscellaneous things, and when they heard the dragon character, the Book of Rites observed the dinosaur fossils while chanting various anecdotes for reference.

"Lord Ding, if you don't hurry up, the auspicious time will pass!"

"Huh?" Shi Bu Shangshu hurriedly turned over and got on his horse, "Let's go!" ”

Outside the Mingde Gate corresponding to Zhuquemen Street, Yang Guang, the king of Jin, held the edict in his hand and stood quietly at the front of the welcoming procession.

With the deepening of the reform of the Great Sui system, there have been very few edicts in the past year, because the general rewards, canonizations, edicts, etc., are drafted by the Zhongshu Province, and then reviewed and promulgated by the Menxia Province.

Therefore, when it was read, it was not ordered by the heavens to live forever, nor did it carry the emperor's edict in the sky, but directly began with "the door, the foundation of the world", and then came to the previous paragraph to praise Deze and praise the merits, and then directly entered the topic.

But the edict in the hand of Yang Guang, the king of Jin, was written by Yang Jian himself last night, and he didn't prepare for the class in advance, so he didn't know the content at all, and he was a little nervous for a while.

"It's coming!!"

"Wow, could it be that swaying white monster is the bone beast that Grandpa ran back to talk about just now?"

"Look, that monster cow is so big!"

Before the drums and trumpets outside the city gates sounded, the crowd was boiling.

"That general riding a bull, is it the king of horse thieves?!"

"It's so mighty!"

"It's majestic!"

Yang Shuang, who was wearing a black feather cloak, nodded to the people around him with a toothless smile, and from time to time took out a handful of raisins from the back of the cow and sprinkled them into the crowd, ushering in bursts of greater cheers.

In fact, what he wants to do most at this time is to put on a small white round hat and push a cart to sell cut cakes!

After all, I'm from the Western Regions.

Cut cakes, whose real name is marline, have a long history, as early as the early days of the Silk Road, it was an important supply food for domestic and foreign caravans.