When the sound of killing gradually subsided, eighteen slaves gathered beside Yang Shuang with bruises all over their bodies, and the morale gauge surrounded by flames was also hidden in the lower right corner of the field of vision.

If you look closely, there is an easy-to-understand formula above: your average combat power multiplied by the percentage of morale value equals the final combat power.

For example, if your average combat power is 30, multiplied by 120% of the explosive morale percentage, it is equal to the final average combat power: 36!

Morale percentage cap, affected by town center level, currently 120% for secondary town centers.

Figuring out the role of the morale trough, Yang Shuang suddenly woke up.

Yes!

Morale has always been an indispensable factor in warfare, both in ancient times and in the future.

Taking the jerky handed over by Ah Da, Yang Shuang poured a few mouthfuls of bitter and astringent cold white open, and instructed vaguely: "Pack up the arrows, remember to find a few whetstones, turn due south, and it is estimated that you can reach Yiwu before evening!" ”

"Yes, master!"

Spreading out the map, Yang Shuang sighed a little, running around for more than a month, and just going around the North Tianshan Mountain, no GPS, no cars and airplanes, how much time was wasted on the road in people's lives.

It's back!

I just don't know if Shi Da is still alive!

Nineteen men rested briefly, bandaged their wounds, and hurried on their way.

However, after walking for a few miles, he came across a strange man.

The other party rode a gorgeous high-headed horse, driving more than a dozen small-tailed Han sheep, and the most eye-catching thing was that there was a strip-shaped flag tied to its back, which read: Great Sui Envoy!

The horse, covered in silver, is mighty, but the spirit seems to be a little bad.

People, full of interest, pointing to the country, revealing a strong taste of between their gestures.

"Smoke rises in the desert, and bones are buried on the side of the road. Fierce generals into the Turks, wave their hands to set Sanchuan! ”

The three rivers are Jing, Wei and Luo. Source: "Chinese", also known as Spring and Autumn Gaiden, Shangshu: In the third year of King Youwang (780 BC), the Western Wednesday River was shaken. It is the year also, the three rivers are exhausted, and the Qi mountain collapses. Now Shaanxi, northwest of Chang'an.

The distance between the two sides gradually increased, and a trace of doubt flashed in Yang Shuang's eyes.

How does this horse look a little familiar?

"Hey, hey, hey·····"

The languishing brute also noticed the dozen or so cavalry in front of him, especially after seeing the big bald head that was as smooth as a mirror, he immediately shouted excitedly, spread his hooves and rushed forward.

"Phew! Sigh!!! ”

The on his back was shocked, threw away the wine jug and the unknown piece of meat, and cried out loudly: "Donkey master, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge!" It took a lot of effort for a certain family to save you from the dire situation! ”

"Hey, friends in front of you, get out of the way!"

Yang Shuang blinked, Wu Kun?

No, this guy's name is Changsun Sheng now!

"Ma Dan, I said that this beast looks a little weird, a donkey is a donkey, no matter how gorgeous the dress is, it can't change the fact that it is a donkey!"

Black wild donkey plus ice pack Yang Shuang jumped forward and backward as if he had met a savior, threw Changsun Sheng off the donkey's back, ran to the front of the team, and stared at a pair of donkey eyes like a wronged child.

It really responds to that sentence: those who hear are sad, and those who see are in tears!

"Big brother?!"

Changsun Sheng, who got up, also saw the bald face in the sheepskin vest, and exclaimed in amazement.

Yang Shuang gritted his teeth, he waited for others to fight to death, this guy is good, he eats and drinks spicy food, and he is very interested in writing poems!

"Say! What did you do to my ass?!! ”

·········

Long.

Riding a horse on the Gobi Desert, Yang Shuang looked at Changsun Sheng, who was riding a donkey.

No, the donkey now has a mixed name in the Turks, called: Lightning!

It is said that it was because the beast had white lips, white hooves, and white belly, but the main body was black, and it ran in the night, reflecting the bonfire like thunder.

"You mean, the Turks took my donkey and used it as a donkey?" Yang Shuang's face was full of disgust, and he decided in his heart that even if he rode a pig in the future, he would not ride this thing!

"Big brother, I really don't blame me!" Changsun Sheng's face was full of surprise, because the eldest brother actually gave him such a valuable mount, and he was so arrogant!

The war in the Northern Regions is peaceful, and it is indispensable to rush in the future.

"I don't mean to blame you!" As he spoke, Yang Shuang looked at the donkey and was a little sympathetic, working day and night, for more than half a year!

No wonder this beast saw that the mare was so honest, and he was already very powerful without throwing up!

"Is there any good news about the return from the Turks this time? What's next? ”

Yang Shuang wanted to take Changsun Sheng for his own use, but unfortunately, he was now the 'ambassador' in front of the emperor.

If nothing else, if you meet again, you should call him the eldest grandson!

We are an eight-grade sesame official, how do we accept others as subordinates?

"The situation is not good!" Changsun Sheng took out a marching map from the side pouch of the donkey's back, and said worriedly: "There is reliable news that the daughter of the Northern Zhou Dynasty who married the daughter of Sha Boliu is ready to avenge the clan. Chongnuo instigated the central Turkic Apo Khan, and united with the former Northern Qi Yingzhou to assassinate Shi Gao Baoning, wanting to go south again after the autumn harvest! ”

Yang Shuang took the map and asked in surprise, "Still coming?" In the year of the war, although they advanced vigorously in the early stage and broke into the Hetao area several times, our army went north and drove them to Yinshan, so there was no loss? ”

Changsun Sheng shook his head, "Big brother, haven't you noticed in Dunhuang that the main Turkic force is all cavalry?" The 400,000 army of the Saberians alone had 200,000 horsemen, 100,000 foot soldiers, and 100,000 slaves. ”

"It was their 200,000 iron cavalry that broke into the Hetao area, and the foot soldiers and slaves stayed behind to conquer the border towns and were responsible for the logistics and baggage. When our army went north, the iron cavalry had already retreated to these cities, and then swept away the people and food, relying on the terrain of Yinshan Mountain to confront our army."

"Without these harvests, how could the army of Sabellio survive the long winter in the Northern Regions."

Yang Shuang was silent.

China has been up and down for 5,000 years, of which 3,000 years have been fighting against the nomads, if the other party has no ability and relies on the bitter cold land, how can it survive?

"Big brother, I have gained a lot from going north this time, I need to return to the imperial city as soon as possible, and state the stakes to the saint in person, Dunhuang, I won't go!"

Yang Shuang looked at his dark eyes and guessed that this famous man in history estimated that he had spent all his time on horseback from Turkic to here.

That's thousands of miles!

Immediately admired, waved his hand behind him and said, "Ah Da, you take everyone to escort my brother back to Zhangye!" ”

Changsun Sheng did not refuse, "Thank you, big brother, I haven't slept for a few days, and I can sleep well." Time is urgent, let's leave it at that! See you again in the future, I hope to gather in the imperial city and drink three jars of turbid wine! ”

Thinking of the cowhide he bragged when he first met, Yang Shuang laughed, hugged his fists and said, "Take care!" ”

"Take care!"

Looking at the distant back, Yang Shuang's eyes suddenly became a little hazy.

No matter what era it is, there are always some people who are working hard for the country, some people leave a lasting reputation, and some people are unknown or even die in a foreign country.

For the country? For the people? Or for yourself?

Riding a horse galloping in the yellow world, Yang Shuang knew that he just wanted to do something for his nation.