"Lao Cheng, who is leading the team at the forefront? Send someone to tell them to hold down their positions and take care of the family members who are following them closely! ”

"Li Xuan, urge the people in the city who are still sorting out their belongings, don't want any bits and pieces, hurry up, the floating car won't wait for them a little later."

"Elder Du, Elder Du, find a few craftsmen to adjust the floating car, the oil stove is a little off, to prevent the balloon from being roasted."

"Tanzu, you just sit in the car and rest on the way, are you okay? That's good! Greet people when there's anything! ”

"Ms. Analia, just work hard to manage the children on the road, Siniang, take care of your teacher...... Well, you go first, and I'll follow! ”

"Qin Langzhong, what are you still doing? The people who beckoned you to hurry up, Captain Wu has already been pulled, you are behind them, hurry up! ”

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It was the day of the Eastward Return, and the weather in Transcaucasia was unusually fine. As the chief dispatcher of the entire Donggui, Lao Luo has been busy since the first two days, but fortunately, his current physique is different, otherwise he would have been tired and hoarse.

In the wee hours of the morning, the craftsmen began to assemble all the floating cars outside the city, and on the other side were the side vans used by the city guards. On one side is an airbag that rises into the air like a black cloud, and on the other side is a side-van car nearly three meters wide and six meters long that runs like a dirt tank, mixed with people shouting and neighing.

When it was time to set out, the energetic soldiers, the busy craftsmen, the women with a faint sadness on their faces, the jubilant children and the reluctant old men, and the merchants of all nationalities watching from afar with mysterious expressions, all of these things made up a salient appearance.

The team that gradually moved away has dragged on for a long time, the black-painted floating car airbag is painted with a white pupil pattern, which looks like the eyes of a demon from a distance, and each team of floating cars is interspersed with soldiers driving four horses to drag the side van, on the carriage are all kinds of throwing guns and spears, the wide and heavy wheels rumble when walking, and the brass horn echoes melodiously (in order to distinguish it from the horn horn on the grassland, the copper trombone re-typed, not a horn or suona), The jingling of camel bells is endless.

Lao Luo rode on the back of the black cloud, this strong man horse can only be regarded as an adult, because the diet is sufficient-every meal has more than ten catties of alfalfa, beans and eggs, now the black fur surface is as silky as satin, and the knotted muscles look extraordinarily strong. Now its shoulder height has reached the upper part of Lao Luo's shoulders, that is to say, it is at least one meter eight meters high, compared to its kind, as if its owner Lao Luo is very different from its peers.

Cheng Shouru rode his red jade, the Akhal-Tejin horse, and stopped seven or eight meters away, "General Luo, all the personnel have left the city, a total of one hundred and fifty-two floating cars, four hundred and sixty-seven four-wheeled carriages, and one hundred and twenty-four two-wheeled carriages, all of which have set off. ”

"Okay, everyone is far away, it's all your own people here, you don't have to be so formal, why are you so far away?" Lao Luo felt a little strange about Cheng Shouru's posture. Nuralman beside him was also riding on a horse, while flipping through the records in his hand, while proofreading the numbers, on the back of the horse behind him was a flower biao that looked like a little leopard, this little guy was not willing to follow the children, Lao Luo couldn't take care of it for a while, but fortunately Nuralman took care of it without a problem.

"Ruby is afraid of this black guy of yours, and it's too tall, and when I get closer, I feel like I'm not riding a horse, as if I'm riding a donkey." Seeing that everyone had already left the city, Cheng Shouru finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he also had the leisure to joke.

"Okay, the black cloud is only a bigger skeleton, and the speed is not as fast as your red jade." Lao Luo coped with it with some amusement, and turned his head to look at Nuralman, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with the number of people, so there is no need to be careful." Let's go to the city for the last time? ”

"Okay, let's take a look at it and go right away!" Cheng Shouru's eyes looked at the small city in front of him, he had been waiting here for many years, and he always felt that the world was too small, and once he wanted to leave, he was still a little reluctant.

The sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the stone slab was crisp and pleasant, and there were almost no human figures in the city, and the echoes on the left and right were intertwined, making it seem particularly empty, "By the way, Lao Cheng, what's going on with that Qin Langzhong?" Seems a little reluctant to leave? ”

"Qin Langzhong, he was not originally from the craftsman battalion, he was rescued by us after following a traveling merchant, it is said that he was originally from Jingzhou, it is said that he was in the south of Dongtu, and he was born short, you can see that he is short and thin. It's funny to say, Lang Zhong was originally an official name, but now he has become the title of a doctor. Speaking of light topics, Cheng Shouru's emotions came and went quickly, and he got much better immediately, "As for his heavy worries, maybe there are people and things in his hometown that he doesn't want to face." ”

"No wonder......" Lao Luo likes to read military history, but he is not clear about the changes in folk customs in history, always remember that Langzhong seems to be the name of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and the doctors in the north in later generations are always called doctors, of course, there are also names such as You Fang Langzhong and Barefoot Langzhong. That Qin Langzhong is obviously from the south of the Eastern Territory, but he didn't know what happened to his hometown before he left the Western Regions, but it can be regarded as a bumpy experience, and it is already great luck that he was not sold as a slave by a foreign tribe and died on the road.

The two of them chatted, followed by two teams of patrolling soldiers, walking around to have a look. The old site of the United Workshop has been completely demolished, along with several workshops that Lao Luo visited at the beginning have also been completely destroyed - although the town as a whole has been sold to other tribes, the facilities in the workshop will not be preserved, and the craftsmen always guard their industry secrets very tightly, and there is no need for Lao Luo to remind them.

Only in front of the Jewish inn in the city were a few people who came and went, these were mostly merchants who had delivered goods the day before, Armenians wearing hooded robes and waistbands with scimitars, men with beards and beards dressed in short clothes, half-shirtless men, Persian dancers who had just gotten up and peeked out of the window, Arabs who were leading their horses from the hotel stables and preparing to go out, and the Tang people's removal did not seem to affect the rhythm of this place......

The small city of Tangrenying was sold to a few big businessmen, maybe in the future they will form a chamber of commerce to undertake the operation of the city, and they may face harsh criticism from many parties, but that is not something that Lao Luo has to care about.

When passing by the Li family's old mansion, Lao Luo didn't happen to meet Bahamir, the palace secretary of the Duchy of Tao-Klarzheji, the two of them actually knew each other, and they were inseparable from each other, "Your Excellency the palace secretary, I didn't expect you to come over so early. ”

"General Bator, the palace secretary is also a businessman," Bahamir's words are very true, he is dressed in Roman aristocratic style clothes, but his somewhat obese figure does not look like a Roman, you must know that the Romans learned from ancient Greece from a very early age that the body is strong. His smiling face was even more unexpected, just two or three months ago, the two of them almost fought to the death, "Your Excellency the general is estimated to be very a long journey, I have a craftsman who is good at making wine, send some to the general on the way to relieve fatigue." ”

"It's okay, then thank you Gong Qing." The people around him accepted dozens of bags of wine in delicate skins, looking at the other party's somewhat hypocritical and enthusiastic expressions, Lao Luo understood very well that the other party could not have stupid actions such as poisoning, not to mention that there was no major contradiction between the two parties represented by the two, and now it was a trading partner for technology sharing, and it was really difficult to say whether the Turks would invade the west in the future. "Time is urgent, I am not ready to give a farewell gift to His Excellency Gong Qing, the East is actually not far away, if there is a need in the future, you can send someone to the East to find me, I believe it is not a difficult thing for His Excellency Gong Qing."

"Very good, you Oriental silk is a very rare commodity, maybe next year I will send a caravan to trade with you." Bahamir was very happy that Lao Luo accepted the gift, such a powerful guy will never be stumped by the Turks on the road, it seems that he will be able to have a trading partner in the East in the future, it is still early to say an ally, but no matter what kind of preparation is made against the Turks, there will be no mistake.

In the face of Bahamir's words, Lao Luo naturally agreed, and returned to the east, although he didn't know what the land of Suide was like, but he would never be silent with everyone, and when he gained a firm foothold, he naturally wanted to maintain contact with this land and even the Byzantine Empire beyond, he was not the kind of rotten Confucian who only knew what to look at in front of him in the Song Dynasty.

At that time, it will be in the land that you are familiar with, and the most important thing is that you can calm down and develop with peace of mind, of course, the premise of everything is to return to the hot land that you have been thinking about for a long time.

It's still too early to say this word now, saying goodbye to Bahamir, Lao Luo took Cheng Shouru around the city, seeing that the streets and alleys were not as lively as they used to be, he was quite emotional, but he found that there were Pei Wei's two miscellaneous servants leaning against the door and looking. Since someone set fire to the United Workshop that day, Lao Luo hasn't paid attention to this place for a long time, "Lao Cheng, what happened to the Pei Wei family now?" ”

"They? Hmph, what else! The thieves who set fire that day must have something to do with them, if it weren't for the ancestor of the Li family who cared about the old feelings and asked for a side of the net, he would have already mentioned the white-faced guy of the Wei family, maybe he would have been able to turn over a lot of old cases! Cheng Shouru's words revealed a lot of impatience, he, the general who guarded the city, was originally in charge of law and order, so he naturally knew a lot of secret things.

"Forget it, so far, it can be regarded as a parting of ways, it doesn't matter who is what." Lao Luo didn't care about the past, and he didn't have the heart to fight about it, if the other party died down like this, it would be a good result, of course, if the other party secretly wanted to plan something, such as colluding with the Turks to attack on the road - this was simply inevitable, he would let the other party understand how hard his fists were.

"Yes, but it is said that the descendants of the two families have lost a lot, and the brothers have been busy in recent days, so they haven't paid much attention to the movements in their house, I hope they don't have any bad practices." Cheng Shouru is a person who is rough on the outside but actually has an inner show, of course, he thinks more.

"Don't worry about this, when you get to the road, whoever cuts it over, just cut it back." Lao Luo waved his hand casually, patted Heiyun's strong neck with his hand, and gently knocked the horse's belly under his feet, "Let's go, all the hands and tails have been delivered clearly, it's time for us to go home!" ”

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P.S. Finally finished writing this paragraph about Transcaucasia.