In the numbness, she suddenly gained hope, like a dead tree in spring, and now it is more appropriate to describe Li Lanzhi, one after another rushed to work, so that the girl was tired and numb, when this order came down, she almost knelt on the ground and cried. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Li Lanzhi, for the thousand generals of the Thousand Transformation Battalion, this is Wu Tongzhi's trust and forgiveness, you have to keep in mind." Huang Baobao did not embarrass her.

There is hatred and hatred for Li Lanzhi here, pain and tears, just like for Wu Dalang, but now that back is boundless and a high mountain for her, which cannot be crossed, and those thoughts have faded.

These thousand people are all rehabilitated prisoners of war, there are Li Guo's subordinates, Li Lanzhi's subordinates, and Li Zicheng's subordinates, they are cautious and can stand out, first of all, their bodies must be the best, and they are also the most fearful of Wu Dalang and the people's army.

"To the interior of the prairie?" Li Lanzhi was surprised again with a hint of horror, what she was worried about still happened, in the vast and unknown grassland, she only had horror and fear.

They were accompanied by a large contingent of all sorts of people, from wooden-looking craftsmen to merchants with delicate eyes, and sharp-eyed catchers.

The grasslands make them feel small and vulnerable, and packs of wild wolves accompany them.

"That's a Mongolian Tartar!" Someone in the team suddenly shouted in surprise.

The Mongolian tartar is almost equivalent to the devil, and the rice fat is the existence of the tiger color.

But all they saw at this moment was absurdity, they were held in a row, driven like prisoners of war, and the height of the civilian army was once again raised in their hearts, and they couldn't help but humble and prostrate themselves.

The catchers went to pick up the people, and they were also curious about the Tartars, and continued to escort them with the People's Army all the way.

"Tsk, even the Tartars can be caught, this Wu Dalang is really against the sky." Chang Ping couldn't help but sigh, this time he not only went to business, but also wanted to see the progress of the railway, the speed was beyond his expectations, and now it made him wonderful.

"Haha, one day Wu Dalang said that he would catch the red-haired ghost to be a slave, I wouldn't doubt it." The other merchants were equally shocked, giggling and laughing.

Li Lanzhi expected and unexpectedly that Wu Dalang really asked them to be soldiers, and they could also touch the weapon, the kind of fine firearm that can be used as a knife.

"The enemy is not forever, here we are not enemies, there is only one enemy, and that is the Tartars." Wu Yi gave them a lecture, these are very good sources of soldiers, and he will not miss them.

The strength in his hands is also stretched, and he has to deal with the Tartars, and he has to protect this place, without soldiers, there are no fists, everything is not to be discussed.

The requirements for their martial arts are not high, as long as they can fight and obey.

After arranging them, Wu Yi also stood on Tushan again and watched the sunset.

"Are you Han people so contradictory?"

A crisp and charming voice in his ear, Hai Lanzhu still couldn't understand this man, he seemed to have many faces, decisive and nostalgic for the beauty.

"No, it's just that every time this happens, I can fantasize about another me." The corners of Wu Yi's mouth rose, his eyes were misty, he was reminiscing about the past, and now it was mottled, and it was estimated that he would almost forget it in a few years.

"It was a comfortable and quiet life without strife, with wide roads and towering buildings......"

At this moment, Hai Lanzhu saw his smile as pure as a baby.

It was only a short moment, and he ruthlessly withdrew it, and his expression became cold, "Something to do with me?" ”

His changes made Hai Lanzhu think of Enwei's unpredictable, Hai Lanzhu came up, also for the market, her people have changed too much, and now their brains are also flexible, and they want to get more, and some of them want to engage in business.

Hai Lanzhu was very embarrassed, because she didn't really agree, the tribe was no longer united, she could already see that everyone's minds were disrupted.

This is the collision of two civilizations, and in the face of the Ming Dynasty, they are as fragile as babies.

"Okay, go to Chang Ping for this matter, the guy who is fatter than a pig." Wu Yi was not surprised, this is also inevitable.

"You Qingshui tribe can only prosper if you join us, otherwise it will soon be ordered, just like the most beautiful flower, leaving the soil, I think you understand this truth." A short, lewd fellow, but with a somewhat loud voice, broke the quiet morning.

It is the green wolf tribe, a tribe in their northwest, their grassland is narrow and long, even more than Tumut, and its back is against the Mobei grassland.

Hai Lanzhu's smile remained the same, the visitor was a guest, and she didn't want to be rude, this was her tribe, and it used to be the royal department of the Great Khan.

"It turned out to be Battle, who came from thousands of miles away, please come into the big tent, we have prepared a good wine to remove the fatigue on the road." Hai Lanzhu warmly invited.

But this is playing the piano to the cow, this obscene version of Battle does not appreciate it, pointing to the surroundings and can't help but disdain, pointing and saying: "This is where the most beautiful flowers of the grassland live, it's a pity, I remember in my heart the prosperity of Lin Dan Khan's birthday, the amazing beauty of Hari Zhula, it is really fascinating, and now the fairy is mortal, which is sad." ”

As a guest, this kind of rhetoric is unacceptable, but this guy is right.

Looking at Hai Lanzhu's charming figure, I really feel sorry for me, and this Battle is even more unscrupulous.

Battle said directly: "My tribe has countless horses, cattle and sheep are as many as stars, and the people are the bravest warriors, as long as you join my tribe, I will hand over the fattest grassland to you, how about it?" ”

Hai Lanzhu's face turned cold, this person was unreasonable, she quietly changed the topic, and at the same time left like Hu Die, the tiger fell in Pingyang, she could only do so.

Now that there was going to be one of the most solemn gatherings on the steppe, she could not afford to make mistakes, which was related to the revival of their tribe, and this time she was moved by the merchants and goods.

Nowadays, as long as there are Menghantong in the tribe, even if it is a child, it will be reused, because there are really too many merchants here, dozens of big merchants.

She didn't know that the strength of Sheung Shui Fang alone had surpassed the merchants in a state, and their goods were constantly being sent from everywhere, like ants moving.

This time, the merchants attach great importance to it, and they are also tapping the potential of Baicheng, maybe this will become the second Zhangjiakou, no one can say for sure, so this time Wu Dalang convened, and they all prepared enough goods.

It occupies a huge area, and the merchants simply form a "mouth" in the end, which is more convenient.

"Such a large caravan?" Battle was pointing around, and the more unsatisfactory it was, the better his chances, and when he got there, he was stunned, bigger than any caravan he had ever seen.

Now there is no sale here, and it is still in the preparation stage, especially the goods that are moved in and out, so that they are all parched, and no one will be too short of things.

"Such a large caravan should go to our grassland and see the barrenness here, these merchants are simply blind, and it is estimated that there are no good goods." Battle was quick to pout.

"Yes, the caravan on the other side of the Yellow River estuary is called big, and the pile of goods is higher than the mountain." The guards are also foils.

"If it weren't for Harijula, I wouldn't have bothered to come to this kind of place." Battle listened even more arrogantly, pointing at the place.

With a bang, a rope broke, the fragile wooden box shattered, and all that was scattered was a delicate saber, or the favorite scimitar style of the grassland.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Battle squeezed in, grabbed a handful directly, pulled out the blade, the cold light was pressing, and his fingers struck, like a dragon groaning.

Good knives!

The same is true of the second one, a whole box, a hundred, that is, Battle's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide his greed.

"Hurry up and put it away, clumsy!" The merchants came over and scolded, there was a hurry here, and there was no one who was worry-free.

Battle was just about to speak, but another box was brought over, the same style as this one, and a hundred?

This is not the end of the story, when he sees the whole big car like this, the whole person is a little stupid.

"Get me the boss just now, no, please come over, I'm going to talk to him personally." Battle's face changed, and he was no longer arrogant, just waiting for how to agree and take down these sabers.

He did not lack cattle, sheep and horses, but lacked sabers and other iron tools, Tumut suppressed them invisibly, this was an important opportunity, fortunately he came in advance, otherwise others would have taken the lead.