If Igo is managed according to the national system, it is estimated that it will not be possible to resume production in less than a year.

If you want to set up a variety of management bodies, it will take longer.

But Yang Shuang's current identity is the self-appointed commander-in-chief of the bandits, and everything can be decided by himself.

"Your name is tall and fat?"

"Yes, yes, General, listen to your accent, although it is biased towards Hanoi, but with a hint of familiarity, Taishan came out?"

"Yo?" Yang Shuang Dale, "Finally met someone who knows the goods!" ”

Since the Dunhuang warlord sentenced him to be a native of Hanoi, few people suspected that he was a Qilu person, including Niu Er and Sanwazi.

I didn't expect this fat man to be able to recognize it!

"Hehe, the general smiled, five years ago, Zhou destroyed the Northern Qi, and our defeated troops will be arranged on the border of Xiliang. The border is bitter, I can't eat enough all the year round, I can't dress warmly, I can't bear it anymore and I become a horse thief. Because he has the strength to fight and kill, he is a general of Igo. ”

"Sincerity!" Yang Shuang gave a thumbs up, "General Ben looks at you pleasing to the eye, how about helping me manage this city in the future?" ”

"Dare to disobey!"

"Very good, arrange a banquet, today, I want to reward the meritorious people!" Yang Shuang smiled heartily, "By the way, call the great hero Liu Ling!" ”

Although those who doubt it don't need it, and those who use it don't doubt it, but for the new people, you have to make two-handed arrangements!

The fat man entered politics and was the lord of the city.

Liu Ling is in charge of the army and is a partial general.

Surrender troops to defend the city, for supervision.

As a descendant, how can we not understand the principle of 'governing the country is like cooking a small fresh, doing nothing but doing nothing'.

You don't know much about Iwu, so it's better to let it run on its own for the time being.

Soon, in the small palace, which was renamed the City Lord's Mansion, bursts of pipa music sounded.

A large number of Gaochang grapes, Shiguo'an moler fruit, Shiguo Khorasan, Persian hazelnuts, Miguoan pomegranates, walnuts, and oasis persimmons were sent to the table.

Although the Central Plains has just entered the spring of March, the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass, and further west, it is already a hot day. The desert climate makes winters very short.

In the morning, it was still minus six or seven degrees, and after noon, even if I was wearing a long-sleeved linen clothes, it was a little hot.

Sitting on a stool like a wooden mound, feeling the exotic style, Yang Shuang rolled up his sleeves and feasted.

What's the matter, no wonder everyone wants to be an emperor, it turns out to be like this!

"General~~~~"

Suddenly, a warbler sounded in his ears, and Yang Shuang couldn't help but shudder.

Turning his head, he saw that it was the flowery Mulan.

No!

It's the princess!

Thanks to the fact that the tall and fat short blade was not sharp, and the fat man in red had rough skin and thick flesh, and he was wearing several layers of soft armor inside, which did not cause penetrating wounds and internal bleeding, and with a few stitches with sheep intestines, the guy barely survived.

"Go, go, don't disturb me eating!"

The integration of the Qiang people and various ethnic groups was not completed in the wars of the Wuhu and Sixteen Kingdoms.

Although they worked hard to learn the male and female weaving of the Central Plains, they still belonged to the nomadic tribes like the Turks. Each cloak is scattered, retained in the Qiang habits, plus the lack of water here, do not wash hair all year round, do not bathe, the smell of the body is ····· Gee.

Yang Shuang moved his buttocks, let the beautiful woman pounce, and raised his foot to kick it away.

In order to keep the army hygienic, he even ordered the collective shaved heads and bathed in the river, despite the opposition of everyone. was smoked by this girl, and suddenly lost her appetite.

The angry colleague couldn't help but make a decision.

When I return to the Central Plains one day, I will definitely find a small jasper!

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The eastern foothills of Tianshan Mountain.

Melting snow turns into turbulent streams, with a hint of mist, spreading across the barren land, breathing life into many oases.

This is the Turpan Basin, which nurtures all ethnic groups in the Western Regions.

On the east side, there is an earthen city called Shanshan, with a population of about 20,000 people.

Shanshan, formerly known as Loulan, belonged to the Western Regions of the Han Dynasty.

Later, during the Han-Hungarian War, Loulan was caught in the middle and was in a difficult situation.

From time to time, Fu Jiezi, a fierce man of the Western Han Dynasty, sent an envoy to various countries in the Western Regions, and saw the king of Loulan with three knives on both sides, so he beheaded him and changed the name of the country to Shanshan. (Think about Wang Xuance, and Changsun Sheng, I have to say that ancient diplomats were very good.) ）

The king of Shanshan is not in Shanshan City, but in the southern mud city, but unfortunately, time has passed, a hundred years have passed, and many old sites have been turned into ruins.

In the early morning of this day, outside Shanshan City.

The wind was blowing and the sky was full of dust.

Even with several oases as barriers, they still can't stop the sandstorm.

There was chaos inside and outside the city, and there was an endless stream of sheep drivers, cattle herders, and camels pulling camels to enter the city.

On the contrary, in the huge building in the center of the city, more than a dozen people sat quietly on both sides, each murderous.

Wolverine is dead!

The kind old Hades is also dead!

The 5,000 elites only fled back to 2,000 disabled, and this is because the enemy can't feed so much, so he is kind!

"Guys, do you have a good plan?" The old man at the head has eagle eyes and a gloomy face.

"Your Majesty!" Next, the Killing Monk did not leave the Buddha to get up and walk for a while, "They sent King Yiwu and many nobles to us, and they think that they have completely controlled Yiwu City!" If you want to regain it, it's hard! ”

The old man nodded, "If it were me, I would do the same!" Keeping them is equivalent to laying a hidden danger for Yiwu, and killing them will make the Han people who rely on the Turks all year round panic. And if we are killed, the Iwuhans will regard us as great enemies. And keep it, raising more than 1,000 people for nothing, just eating and drinking, it's a burden, it's better to raise more soldiers and horses! ”

"This matter is easy to solve!" Killing the monk did not leave the Buddha's head and smiled, "Gao Changguo has always regarded Yiwu as a neighboring brother and sent it to them!" ”

"Great idea!" The Loulan ghost who played with the snake high-fived and admired, "The biggest trouble now is how to resist the bald army!" With 2,000 troops, they have become a general trend, and 3,000 soldiers and horses are enough to crisscross the Western Regions! ”

When the old man heard this, his face was even more angry, and he slapped a letter on the low table in front of him, "I have sent a note to the lord of Dunhuang, but the black-hearted old ghost pretended not to know, saying that they didn't have any bald generals at all, even the soldiers, and no one was lost!" ”

"Your Majesty, I'd better go myself!" Killing monks does not leave Buddha with a face full of confidence.

"That's it." The old man nodded in agreement.

"Master Dao, do you need help?" The Loulan ghost envoy was eager to try, "Let's join forces to hit Lao Hei hard, and taking Dunhuang is just around the corner!" ”

Killing the monk without leaving the Buddha was a little hesitant, and finally nodded, "That bearded man in Yangguan is a little capable, and it is easy to sneak in, I am afraid that they will be alert, and the two guns of Yumen Pass will not be easy to deal with, and when you return, you will be lost, and you need your giant snake to contain it!" Okay, let's go over together and see if we can find an opportunity to hit Lao Hei hard! ”

The old man was a little curious, and asked about the killing of the monk without leaving the Buddha: "The Sui army has not finished the war with Nanchen, and it has a decisive battle with Sha Boliu in Yinshan, where are there so many fierce generals?" Can you stop the two Dharma Protectors? ”

"The bearded man is named Zhang Zhongjian, the third in line, known as the bearded guest in the rivers and lakes, and is the son of Zhang Jiling, the richest man in Wuzhou (Yangzhou). Because he was abandoned because he was ugly at birth, he was taught by the old Kunlun, and later made friends all over the world, knew most of the rangers, and his prestige was unmatched for a while. His father built hundreds of post stations for the Great Sui, and occasionally borrowed them to transport goods, but later I don't know what he thought, and even set up a Jianghu force called "Dart Bureau", which was specially used to help people escort valuables. There is Lao Kunlun, you can't kill it! ”

"As for the double spear general, his name is Ding Yanping, the closed disciple of my senior brother Xu Banxian."

The Loulan ghost envoy waved his hand indifferently, "Two little dolls, when they are captured one day, they will be able to become their own people according to this relationship, and the most difficult thing to deal with is Lao Hei, who does not enter the oil and salt!" ”

"Yes, this time it must be hit hard and snatch the order!"