Everything has to be planned with both hands, and Lao Luo has always done this, whether it is in the military operations of later generations or every move in this era. It is the basic principle of Lao Luo, a professional soldier in later generations, to always keep a back hand, instead of rampage like a reckless man, in that case, he may lose his life and not be able to do anything. Of course, people who don't know Lao Luo just think that Lao Luo is like a barbarian, outspoken, but they don't know that only with strength can they have the confidence to speak, and hiding it will make them fall into boring passivity, so that they will be entangled in inexplicable trivial matters.

So when Lao Luo and Li Zhan finished talking, everything began to enter the preparatory period. All in order to face the various possibilities of the future, Lao Luo stuffed himself in the room, and used a quill pen to record various preset plans on parchment, saying that these paper and pen materials were still the harvest of Constantinople.

He estimated all the possibilities that were anticipated, the question of the identities of the many people, the inspection of the various checkpoints along the way, the officials who checked the outsiders on a whim, the local bullies he met on the road, the foreigners who wished to defect to the team, the management of the internal members, especially after the addition of more than a hundred more slaves, all these were personnel things; In addition, there are material preparations, safety of personnel along the way, food and accommodation, and transportation, which is not the three or five people who came out of Mombasa a few years ago.

When planning all these things, Lao Luo deliberately summoned Mnachi and Li Ji to watch. Mnaki is his preferred logistical man, and even though Mnachi is a Marseillaise, what does it matter? After coming out of the Maasai tribe, the hope of Mnaqi returning was not very easy, and both Mnaqi and Naga had been mentally prepared for this.

As for Li Ji, Lao Luo can't tell whether he likes it more or wants her to be the link between himself and the craftsman camp, of course, no matter from which point of view, there is nothing to keep secret, but it is very convenient for future communication.

Of course, there is no need to talk about the details in between, Mnaki admires Lao Luo's ability 100%, and Li Ji feels heartbroken about Lao Luo's thoroughness. This powerful man, not only is there a big man with outstanding martial arts, but his literary talent is also very unusual, as far as the things on the parchment she saw in front of her are all things she has never seen before, there are many young talents in the craftsman camp, but she feels that those who like to revolve around her are not worthy of the old loties.

So Li Ji hugged Hua Biao and asked Lao Luo, well, by the way, she reluctantly pestered Hua Biao for four days, and Hua Biao allowed her to approach and hug herself, and now Hua Biao has become her little friend, "Third Brother Luo, why do you know so much?" ”

"Siniang," Lao Luo looked up and said to Li Ji with a smile, "If you learn all kinds of different knowledge every day after fifteen years, you will also have a lot of things." ”

"Fifteen years? You mean you've been studying for fifteen years? Li Ji's pretty face was full of surprise.

"That's right, fifteen years is still a little talk, and then I still learn all kinds of things intermittently, not just in books." Lao Luo remembered the books he read when he was stationed at the United Nations in the future, and didn't he use the Latin and Arabic he learned at that time.

"But you look like you're only in your twenties, not much older than me, where do you have so much time to study?" Li Ji looked at the bearded face of the man in front of her, the skin under the beard was not old, not even a trace of wrinkles, compared to many twenty-year-old men with families and children she had seen, and still young.

This is Lao Luo's more depressed, and there is a hint of joy, and with the crossing of space, his original injuries in the space passage are basically all healed, leaving only a faint white mark on the skin, even the scars such as gunshot wounds in the battle in later generations have also become very light, and the gun cocoon on his hand has also faded without a trace, but then the toughness of the skin has increased greatly, and he has become not afraid of insects and ants.

It's a pity that this kind of thing can't be shared with others, so he had to say vaguely: "Siniang, I'm in my thirties, it's okay to have more time to study, right?" ”

"More than thirty? Hmph, I don't believe you! Li Ji couldn't confirm Lao Luo's age, but in her common sense, people's faces can't be faked.

Lao Luo really didn't want to explain this matter, "If you don't believe it, go and ask Cui Shibalang, he calls me the third uncle." ”

"Hmph, that kid, he will believe whatever you say, and the flamboyant is not a good thing." Seeing that she couldn't ask Lao Luo anything, Li Ji simply went out arrogantly with Hua Biao in her arms.

There was only Lao Luo who didn't know what to say in the room, and he was wondering if there was a word for "flamboyant tongue" in this era? Or are women good at memorizing this kind of special words?

The final preparations were planned to be completed five days later, during which Zhang Lu and Li Zhan were also consulted, after all, there were many things that Lao Luo didn't want too many people to know, especially some things that were not available in the West in this era, so it was impossible to make a lot of cold weapon combat equipment here.

All opinions came to an end, and Lao Luo devised a plan disguised as an adventure caravan to the East, and only such a plan could disguise the identities of everyone, including the identities of the more than a hundred servant warriors who were about to arrive. Then all the preparatory plans are carried out around the identity of this caravan, Li Zhan and Zhang Lu, who are responsible for leading the caravan, Lao Luo, who is responsible for the defense, and the identity of the others is easy to handle, and they are the men of the caravan or the bodyguards of the guards, and then buy camel teams and horses when they arrive in Smyrna, and of course, before that, they must integrate more than 100 slave warriors.

Then, in line with the principle of making the best use of people, except for Al Hessin, who likes to study, all the people were mobilized to tidy up the rooms in the next house, receive customized goods, food, and all kinds of odds and ends, of course, olive oil is also an indispensable commodity, after all, if you pretend to be a caravan, you have to make decent professional characteristics, and you can also make some profits along the way to make up for expenses.

However, in this case, one of Mussos's ships would not be enough, so Lao Luo had to go to Mussos again, and contacted two more ships, estimated that more than 100 people plus goods, three boats were basically enough.

Everything was in orderly preparation, and more than half a month passed, and the slave team that Soratinok had said was shipped over, and the old fat man sent a guy to invite Lao Luo to pick it up.

Lao Luo returned to the room and took a box of gold coins, in fact, it is the Byzantine gold coins obtained from Constantinople, the gold coins of this period are actually very few, the issuance is less, the circulation of the market is less, the ordinary citizens use most of the copper coins and silver coins, the Byzantine silver coins are also called dinars, in fact, the dinars of Arab countries are passed from Rome.

A chest of gold coins is actually not much, at most 2,000 pieces, and the name is Soridus, which belongs to the gold coins minted in the early Byzantine period, and during this period, their value was about the same as the gold dinars of Fatima. The price of a slave agreed between Lao Luo and Soratinok is basically three to five gold solidus, which is already a very good price, and it is said that the price of an ordinary slave is only half a gold solidus.

Taking Naga and Mnachi, the three of them went to the Soratinok Manor in the northern suburbs of Athens. In fact, it is nothing for Lao Luo to go to the appointment alone, but in order to prevent the greedy old Soratinok from being stupid and doing wrong things, he thinks it is better not to give the old guy a chance to make mistakes.

Soratinok's manor is very large, Lao Luo roughly estimated, it is estimated that the entire manor covers an area of about dozens of hectares, the buildings in the manor are full of elegant ancient Greek style, all stone buildings, plus the exotic flowers and plants transported here everywhere, the whole manor exudes a kind of classical aristocratic extravagance.

"Bartol, my friend," greeted Soratinok, a fat furrier and slave merchant, "you have come at last, you have no idea how hard I have worked, and my men and I have searched all over the Aegean Bay in order to choose the right slave for you. ”

This damn slave trader searched the Aegean Bay for half a month? Trick the devil to go. Old Ropi dealt with the old fellow with a smile, "Soratinok, according to you, should I increase the price for your hard work?" ”

"No, no, Bartol, my friend," Soratinok's fat face quivered with the shaking of his head, "if you're willing to do me a favor, I'd rather than a golden solidus than you." ”

"Soratinok, my friend, I remember we talked about this more than half a month ago." Lao Luo decided not to give this old guy a good look, this kind of cheeky businessman has no bottom line, and if he makes a slight concession, he will gain an inch, "I said that this time the matter is just going to be carried out according to normal transactions, don't you want to maintain your reputation?" ”

"Alright, well, we'll do it according to the agreement, under God's watch" Soratinok once again asked Messos to prove Lao Luo's combat prowess, and he didn't dare to anger the big man on the other side, even though there were a few strong guards standing next to him. "Come to me for tea first, or go to see the goods first?"

"Let's go and see the goods you have prepared," Lao Luo knew that the goods he was talking about meant slaves, and in this era, even after a few hundred years, there was still a slave trade in the whole West, and they divided people into many levels, and different people had different values or prices. In the face of this kind of person, Lao Luo really didn't want to stay with him for more after learning the details of this guy, "Drinking tea is free, my time is very tight, and a few companions have been a little anxious recently." ”

"Okay, come this way, follow me." Old Soratinok stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, leading Lao Luo towards a courtyard surrounded by white walls on the side. Lao Luo followed behind Naga and Mnaqi, and Soratinok's guards were very tall, and it seemed that this old guy was also worried that Lao Luo would not be happy to cut him.